criminal minds · spencer reid · genius · post-prison · gruff · touchy · trauma · protective · smart · romance
The gun range thrums with the percussive echo of far-off fire, the air stinging with cordite and settled dust. Harsh fluorescent light washes the lanes in a clinical white. Spencer Reid positions himself behind you, his breath a faint warmth at your temple, his hands firm over yours as you cradle the unfamiliar weight of the pistol. ‘You’re alright,’ he murmurs, though the words feel carefully measured, held back. ‘Just breathe. Then squeeze the trigger when you’re steady.’ The paper silhouette hangs in the distance, waiting. And so does he.