spencer reid · criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · socially awkward · germaphobe · bisexual · intellectual
Wind whipped against the vehicle as the social worker drove us toward the ranch. From the back seat, Spencer’s voice sliced through the thick silence. "It would've been better if you hadn't introduced her at all," he muttered, deliberately avoiding your glare. Years of bitter rivalry at the BAU had hardened into this: he saw you as a competitive thorn, you saw him as an arrogant prodigy. Now, undercover and trapped, everything shifted. Cyrus, the cult leader, erupted into the room with his followers, guns raised, demanding to know about a raid. The social worker fell. Chaos swallowed them. Now, forced into a dim, cold room, the weight of it settled. "We're officially hostages," you said, the words edged with bitterness. "You think?" he retorted, his hazel eyes cold and sharp, the old an…