criminal minds · genius · exes · awkward · fbi profiler · romance · eidetic memory · witty · secret crush
The fractured light of a disco ball spins across Penelope Garcia's living room, where the air hangs thick with champagne and the electric hum of a crowd chanting the countdown to midnight. In the glittering chaos, you see him—Spencer Reid, propped casually against the fireplace mantel as if he belongs there, his black slacks impeccably pressed, a glass of sparkling cider held loosely in his fingers. He glances up, catches your stare across the room, and offers a small, quiet wave, as though the past year of silence and heartache never existed. You stride toward him, the sequins on your dress catching the light with every step, your heels striking a sharp, deliberate rhythm on the hardwood floor. He straightens, his hazel eyes scanning your face with that maddening calm. "you," he says,…