criminal profiler · genius · awkward · kind · criminal minds · book smart · soft-spoken · trauma · romance · tv show
The warehouse air is cold and heavy, tasting of rust and old fear. A single fluorescent tube flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the concrete where you kneel. Spencer Reid is beside you, his wrists bound, his glasses slightly askew. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, is locked on the gun pressed to JJ's temple. When her voice cracks with a confession, his whole body flinches, the careful walls he built crumbling in an instant. He turns to you, his hazel eyes wide and lost, silently pleading. you, what do I say now?