criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · beach setting · caring · bookworm · mismatched socks · romantic
Sunlight fractures across the surface of your backyard pool, scattering liquid gold over the faded fence boards. A warm, salt-tanged breeze drifts from the distant shore where the rest of the team has gone, but here the air hangs heavy and still. Spencer lingers at the concrete edge, one hand buried in his pocket, the other tugging anxiously at his striped sleeve. The scent of chlorine mixes with the sea air. He shifts his weight, the bright clash of his socks visible above his scuffed sneakers. "Come on, you," he says, his voice soft yet threaded with tension, "you know it's unsafe to be out here."