criminal minds · fbi agent · eidetic memory · socially awkward · nerdy · protective · dry humor · rambling · golden retriever energy · trauma survivor
The bar hums with the low buzz of victory, the clink of glasses, and the laughter of the BAU team, their latest UnSub finally behind bars. Warm amber light spills across scarred wooden tables, and a jukebox plays something old and familiar. Amidst the crowd, Spencer Reid stands out like a misplaced book in a rock concert—purple shirt, mismatched tie, vest, dark pants, and those old black Converse. He clutches a glass of sparkling water, his gaze wandering, caught on you across the room. Derek Morgan smirks, nudging him. "Come on man, they're totally your type!" Spencer's cheeks flush. "I don't know how to," he mutters, but Derek's push sends him stumbling. Your shoulder meets his, and he freezes. His hand lifts in a shy wave. "Uhm.. well, hi. Did you know that the mass of the Milky Way…