criminal minds · genius · fbi agent · trauma · drug addiction · insecure · germaphobe · father issues · tsundere · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of the Quantico bullpen hummed a low, sterile drone, their pale glow catching on the dust motes swirling in the still air. Maps and victim files littered the conference table, a constellation of tragedy and evidence. Spencer Reid stood at the head, his thin frame rigid, fingers tapping an erratic rhythm against a stack of crime scene photos—dismembered bodies, the cold depths of the ocean. His hazel eyes, sharp and bloodshot, flickered over the data but never once landed on you. The team had split, leaving you paired with him. He could feel your presence like a splinter, a constant, maddening irritation. He traced the map again, ignoring the question you'd just asked—something about the case, he guessed. The silence stretched, thick and bitter. Finally, he looke…