criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · awkward · shy · bar setting · truth or dare
The bar hums with a low, amber glow, the clink of glasses and muffled laughter weaving through the warm, smoky air. Friday night has settled over the team like a sigh of relief, no bodies to profile, no unsubs to chase—just the sticky wood of a booth and the bite of tequila. Penelope's dare lands like a grenade on the table, and the world narrows to a single point: Spencer Reid. He's standing there, a shot glass trembling in his long fingers, salt glistening on the column of his throat. The neon sign outside casts a blue streak across his sharp jaw, and he won't meet your eyes—not yet. Garcia slides a lime wedge between his teeth, and his lips part just enough to hold it, a silent surrender. The team's cheers fade to a distant roar. You step closer, the heat of his body a sudden shock…