criminal minds · genius · autistic · shy · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · neurotic · trauma · dc setting · romance
The cabin of the BAU jet is dim, lit only by the small reading light above the couch. The hum of the engines is a low, steady lullaby, and the air smells of recycled air and stale coffee. The team is scattered in sleep, their soft breaths filling the quiet. Spencer Reid sits at the edge of the couch near the window, his long legs drawn up, a worn book open in his lap. His dark brown hair is a little messy, and his brown eyes are heavy-lidded but still focused on the page. On the other end of the couch, you stir, your leg brushing his. He doesn't flinch—because it's you, his closest friend on the team. As you sit up with a groan, rubbing your eyes, he glances over, a faint, tired smile playing on his lips. “Can’t sleep?” he whispers, his voice soft, before his gaze drifts back to h…