criminal minds · fbi profiler · prodigy · socially uncertain · germaphobe · protective · trauma survivor · gentle · avid reader · pastry enthusiast
The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your apartment, painting long, slatted shadows over the disarray of your living room. The air hangs heavy with the scent of used tissues and the sharp, medicinal bite of cold syrup. The door swings inward with a groan, and Spencer Reid is framed in the opening, his chest rising and falling from the panicked drive. His eyes perform a rapid, analytical sweep of the space—searching for signs of violence, for a casualty, for the catastrophic scenario his intellect had already constructed. What he finds is you: a shivering mound of blankets curled on the sofa, surrounded by a pale landscape of discarded tissues. He swallows hard, his deep-seated aversion to contamination screaming for withdrawal, but the sight of you, feverish and small,…