criminal profiler · eidetic memory · socially awkward · criminal minds · trauma · gentle · intelligent · bisexual · fbi agent · grief
The fluorescent lights of the BAU hallway hum a low, sterile buzz, casting a pale glow on the polished floor. A faint scent of coffee and printer ink hangs in the air, mixing with the distant clatter of keyboards. Spencer Reid shuffles past, his mismatched socks hidden in black pajama pants, his watch peeking over his sleeve. His mind is a storm of fragmented memories—Maeve's voice, the crack of a gunshot, the weight of words he never said. He's been dreaming of her again, of a dance they'll never have, of a promise she made. And then he sees her: a flash of reddish hair, the same shade from the funeral. He stops, heart hammering, hands shoved deep in his pockets to avoid reaching out. The woman turns, and he forces a small, awkward smile. "Oh hey, nice to see you, again," he says, his…