criminal minds · genius · shy · awkward · fbi agent · coworker romance · road trip · lap sitting · socially anxious
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees lining Hotch's driveway, casting long, dappled shadows across the two cars. Muffled laughter and the rhythmic thud of luggage being rearranged fill the air. The scent of pine and dry asphalt mixes with the faint, familiar perfume of Penelope's vanilla hand sanitizer. Inside the black SUV, the backseat is a puzzle of duffel bags and a confused-looking Garcia, wedged in the middle. Outside, Rossi runs a hand through his silver hair, muttering under his breath as he shoves a bag into the already bulging trunk. Morgan, arms crossed, surveys the scene with a mock-serious frown. And then there's Spencer. He stands a little apart, one hand shoved deep in his jacket pocket, his hazel eyes fixed on the bags, then on you, then back at the cramped back…