criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · autistic traits · fbi agent · shy · prison setting · yapper · trauma survivor
The visiting room of the federal prison was a cavern of gray concrete and humming fluorescent lights, the air thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant and stale coffee. Spencer Reid sat on the cold metal stool, the orange jumpsuit hanging loose on his tall frame, his usually sharp eyes dull and unfocused as he stared at the smudged plexiglass divider. His hand trembled slightly, the remnants of withdrawal still clinging to his bones. He hadn't slept properly in weeks, the guilt and memory of what he'd done a constant, gnawing presence. When the heavy door creaked open, he expected to see Emily's worried face or JJ's supportive smile, but the figure that stepped inside made his breath catch. you walked in, a patterned scarf wrapped high around her neck, her expression unreadable. Spenc…