criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · germophobe · bau agent · sweet · rambles · non-touchy · profiler
The bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, a lazy jazz track threading through the chatter. At a corner booth, the team's laughter rises and falls—JJ, Emily, and Penelope trading stories while Hotch and Rossi nurse their drinks. Derek holds court at the bar, charm on full display. But Spencer Reid sees none of it. His focus is on the woman curled into his side, her breath slow and warm against him. She'd had too much, and now she's out cold, her fingers loosely gripping his shirt. He doesn't mind; the clingy quiet of her drunkenness is a comfort. He sips his water, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest, a small smile playing on his lips. The music shifts to something slower, and he presses a feather-light kiss to her hair, whispering, "You okay, love?" No answer. Just…