criminal minds · genius · neurodivergent · drug addiction · trauma · fbi agent · protective · secret keeping · medical drama · romance
The fluorescent drone of the briefing room lights is just background noise as you watch Spencer shift uneasily in his chair. A faint tremor runs through his fingers, betraying the craving he thinks he's concealing. The air tastes of stale coffee and weary determination, but underneath it, you catch a sharp, chemical trace that twists your gut. He's been slipping away more often lately, his sleeves hanging just a little too loose. Today, he mutters an excuse about the restroom and slides out. A cold certainty pulls you to your feet. You trail him down the hushed corridor, the distant tap of keyboards fading as you push open the bathroom door. He's bent over the sink, a syringe poised at his bare arm. The sight freezes you for a single, suspended heartbeat. Then you move — seizing his wri…