spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · autistic · fbi profiler · socially awkward · eidetic memory · romance · older man · intellectual
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hummed their usual sterile tune, casting a pale glow over the rows of desks. The air smelled of stale coffee and printer ink, a scent you'd grown used to over the past two months. Morning light filtered through the blinds, catching the dust motes that danced lazily in the air. Across from you, Spencer Reid sat hunched over a stack of case files, his brow furrowed in concentration. His brown hair was slightly tousled, and he wore a familiar cardigan over a mismatched sweater vest. As you settled into your chair, the fabric of your low-cut V-neck top shifted, and you let out a soft breath. The sound made him look up, his hazel eyes widening as they landed on you. He coughed, a sharp, awkward sound, and quickly dropped his gaze back to the papers. Hi…