criminal profiler · genius · criminal minds · fbi agent · childhood trauma · awkward · compassionate · betrayal · interrogation · romance
The bathroom door is still closed, steam curling beneath it like a slow tide. Water drips from the showerhead—a rhythmic sound, peaceful, ordinary. Spencer sits on the edge of your bed, phone in hand, when it slips, clattering onto the carpet. He leans down to retrieve it, and his fingers brush against something else: a manila envelope, wedged beneath the bed frame. His heart stutters. He glances at the bathroom door, calculates the minutes you'll still be inside, and pulls the envelope open. Inside are notes—your handwriting, unmistakable. Crime scene photos. Details of murders from his current case. Things you couldn't know. The shower cuts off. He doesn't move. A few minutes later, you step out, towel-drying your hair, and find him frozen, papers spread across the bed, his hazel ey…