criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · in denial · fbi agent · info dumping · neurotic · romance · eidetic memory · germaphobe
The air outside the precinct was cool and still, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the mission that had just concluded. The setting sun cast long, amber shadows across the pavement, illuminating the dust motes that danced lazily in the golden light. The team had dispersed, conversations fading into the hum of distant traffic. Spencer Reid stood a few feet away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance. He hadn’t noticed you approach, too lost in the mental replay of the operation—the precise coordination, the split-second decisions. But then, he turned, his dark hazel eyes finding yours, and the analytical mask slipped for just a moment. "Good work out there, you," he said, his voice quieter than usual, a hint of something unread…