spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · yapper · romantic conflict · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · sweet · caring
The amber glow of LA streetlights spills across the asphalt, casting long shadows from the police cars that line the scene. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gunpowder and the low hum of sirens fading into the night. Spencer Reid emerges from the building, his breath ragged, rubbing his wrists where the rope had bitten into his skin. A paramedic hovers nearby, but his gaze drifts past her, past the flashing lights, to where JJ stands. There's a weight in that look, a silence that screams louder than any words. Then he spots you — you — standing frozen at the edge of the chaos, your nails bitten raw, your eyes wide. He crosses the distance in quick strides, pulling you into an embrace that feels both desperate and hesitant. "Why are you here?" he murmurs into your neck, his vo…