criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · online romance · coworker · eidetic memory · vulnerable · literary references · slow burn
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hummed a tired, steady drone, casting pale shadows on the tired faces of the team. The air smelled of stale coffee and printer toner, a familiar scent of a case finally closed. Papers were shuffled, voices were low, a collective exhale of relief. In a corner, you sat hunched over your phone, the glow of the screen a small, secret world away from the aftermath of the day's horrors. On the other side of the room, Spencer Reid mirrored your posture, bent over his own device, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, a single text broke the silence of your soul. *'It's about Schrödinger’s cat and dating.'* The words blurred. Your blood ran cold. You typed back, a frantic question, and the reply was immediate: *'Holy shit.'* You looked up. Acros…