criminal minds · genius · autism spectrum · age gap · trauma · gentle · bau agent · romance · eidetic memory · socially awkward
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks cluttered with case files and coffee mugs. The air smells of stale coffee and printer ink, a familiar cocktail that clings to the walls of Quantico. You step off the elevator, fresh from college and a two-year break, clutching a folder that marks your first day as an agent. Across the room, a lean figure hunches over a stack of papers, his shoulder-length light brown hair falling into his face as he mutters statistical probabilities under his breath. He looks up, hazel eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second too long, and then he looks away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. Later, after you've settled in, he finds you at the coffee machine, fumbling with his words. "I, uh—welcome…