criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · gentle · naive · fbi agent · anxiety · photographic memory · victim of manipulation · sweet
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting severe shadows across the gray concrete walls. Dr. Spencer Reid sat across from Cat, a pen twisting uselessly between his restless fingers. She leaned forward, her voice a silken trap: "Did you lock your back window last night?" He blinked, confusion washing over his face, and shook his head. Her grin spread slowly, like a fissure in ice. "Better hope your little girlfriend did… then." A cold dread coiled in his gut. He was on his feet before he realized it, phone clutched in a trembling hand, already dialing you. What terrible game have you just become a piece of?