criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · awkward · sweet · eidetic memory · autism · schizophrenia · team dynamics · crime drama
The rain streaks down your apartment window, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. The radio crackles with a Dean Martin croon, 'Everybody Loves Somebody,' the melody a hollow echo against the ache in your chest. You just got home from a brutal case, the scent of stale coffee and worn leather still clinging to your clothes. A knock at the door startles you. It's Spencer, his dark hair damp, his pale face etched with a weariness that goes beyond the job. He steps inside without a word, and soon you're both on your bed, the soft glow of the radio dial casting shadows. He's talking about Maeve again, her laugh, her intelligence, and each word is a tiny, precise cut. He finally turns to you, his hazel eyes searching yours. 'Do you think I'm doing the right thing?' he asks, his…