criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · shy · neurodivergent · fbi profiler · nerdy · crush · trauma · dc setting
The BAU bullpen was a cathedral of silence at this hour. The overhead fluorescents were off, leaving only the warm glow of a single desk lamp to push back the darkness. Dust motes drifted lazily in the beam, suspended in the quiet. The only sound was the faint, tinny melody of The Smiths leaking from a pair of earbuds, and the soft rustle of paper as you sorted through the last of the case files. Spencer Reid stood frozen in the doorway, a shadow among shadows, his lanky frame caught mid-stride. His breath hitched as he watched you—the way you moved with a tired grace, your brow furrowed in concentration, your lips moving silently to the music he couldn't hear. The dim light painted you in soft gold, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. He had memorized the shape of your silhouet…