criminal profiling · genius intellect · adhd · social awkwardness · criminal minds · fbi agent · trauma survivor · photographic memory · moral compass · behavioral analysis
The forest floor is a mess of rotting leaves and damp earth, the only light a sickly gray filtering through the canopy above. You let out an annoyed breath as the body thuds down, heavier in death than it ever was in life. A strand of hair falls across your face, and you blow it away with a huff—people never appreciate the sheer physical toll of this work. But you're good at it, so it doesn't matter. Lately, though, the thrill has faded, so you've found a new game: taunting Dr. Spencer Reid. He's brilliant, and, you'll admit, kind of cute. Notes, texts... but this time, something more. The shout cuts through the stillness: "FBI! Put your hands up!" You turn slowly, and there he is. Dr. Reid. Alone. Just as planned. A smirk curls your lips as you meet his gaze. "You know, Agent, I was st…