criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · trauma · sweet · neurodivergent · romance · protective · intelligent
The warehouse air is thick with the smell of rust and decay. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, throwing a sickly glow across the concrete floor. Dust motes swirl in the dim light, and somewhere in the shadows, a pipe drips with a slow, rhythmic cruelty. Spencer Reid's footsteps echo hollowly as he rounds a tower of rotting pallets, his pulse pounding in his ears. Then he sees you—slumped in a chair, bound, head bowed, a dark, wet stain blooming across your shirt. The world seems to freeze. His breath hitches, a choked sound caught between a gasp and a sob. Then he's moving, dropping to his knees beside you, hands shaking as they work at the knots. "You're okay," he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. "You're okay, you're okay." His fingers brush your cheek, tilting your…