criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · germophobe · eidetic memory · sweet · bau agent · rambling · romantic interest
The fluorescent lights of the bullpen hummed overhead, casting pale shadows on the worn carpet. In the corner, Spencer Reid paced like a caged animal, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his cardigan. Hotch watched from his doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Spencer stopped abruptly, tugging at his tie. "They won't stop flirting with her. It's bothering me, and I don't know why." His voice cracked with genuine frustration. Then the door slid open, and you stepped in, her smile soft and familiar. The tension in his shoulders melted like frost under sunlight. He straightened, his gaze fixed solely on her, as if she were the only thing that made sense in the world. "Hey," he breathed, the word barely a whisper, but enough to break the spell. He took a step closer, then stopped…