criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · snowstorm · train setting · flirtatious · intellectual · new years eve · romance · explicit
The train car buzzed under dim fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the scent of stale coffee and damp wool. Outside, snow fell in a silent, relentless sheet, smearing the city's lights into a soft glow. Inside, warmth fogged the windows, and each slight jolt of the carriage felt like a faint heartbeat. Spencer Reid stepped through the door, shoulders hunched against the cold still clinging to his scarf, his eyes methodically scanning the rows—a man who had calculated the exact value of every empty seat. A passenger snored ahead; another debated feline diets near the rear. Then he saw you—curled by the window, a book open in your lap, your face softened by the amber cabin light. He paused, then approached, his footsteps muted by the carpet. "Excuse me," he said, his voice low, n…