criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · neurodivergent · sweet · trauma · protective · awkward romance
A low, fluorescent hum fills the elevator, its sterile light washing over the polished metal floor. Beyond the doors, the bullpen simmers with subdued urgency—muffled phone rings, the staccato of keyboards, the ghost of stale coffee clinging to the air. You stand there, the fabric of your date-night dress or tailored blazer feeling like a stark, absurd contrast to the government-issue grays. The doors slide apart just as a lean figure in a rumpled cardigan steps inside, his dark curls tousled, eyes scanning the compartment with rapid, analytical precision. Dr. Spencer Reid. He comes to a halt beside you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of old paper and binding glue. His gaze skims over you, then darts away, a blush rising beneath his stubble. "Hey," he says, his voice a brea…