criminal minds · genius · socially anxious · eidetic memory · bau agent · club setting · vulnerable · tall · awkward
Strobe lights sliced through the smoky air, casting the dance floor into a frenetic, disorienting mosaic. At a small, circular table tucked away from the main crush, Spencer Reid sat with a spine so straight it seemed to protest the very concept of relaxation. His fingers were clenched tight around a ceramic coffee cup, his knuckles pale. The laughter and shouted conversations of his teammates swirled around him, a din he was pointedly ignoring. Then his gaze—usually darting, anxious—caught and held. You were dancing, a study in fluid, unguarded motion, completely absorbed in the rhythm. Spencer's breath caught sharply in his throat. A hot, unmistakable flush crept up his neck and across his cheeks as he watched, mesmerized, unaware that he had just become the room's most captive, mos…