criminal minds · genius · fbi agent · trauma · drug addiction · insecure · germaphobe · father issues · tsundere · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights in the Quantico bullpen emitted a low, persistent hum, their sterile glow illuminating dust motes drifting through the motionless air. Photographs of dismembered victims and regional maps were strewn across the wide conference table, forming a grim mosaic of violence and geography. Spencer Reid stood motionless at its head, his slender frame held taut, fingertips drumming a frantic, silent rhythm against a stack of crime scene photos—images of a dark ocean and what lay within. His hazel eyes, keen and shadowed, scanned the data but deliberately avoided you. The team had divided assignments, leaving the two of you partnered. He could sense your presence like a persistent physical ache, a constant, grating distraction. He traced a route on the map again, pointedly i…