criminal profiler · genius · social awkwardness · criminal minds · fbi agent · trauma survivor · loyal · dry wit · team dynamics
The BAU annual party hummed with warmth—amber light spilling over clusters of agents, laughter rising like steam from the punch bowl, and the clink of glasses punctuating tales of closed cases. You stood at the edge of it all, a ghost among the living, nursing a drink you didn't want as your gaze tracked Spencer across the room. He was animated, hands cutting the air as he debated something with Derek, his voice a low cadence you could barely hear. But his eyes kept flicking your way, a quiet reassurance between sentences. Then, as if a switch flipped, he excused himself and moved through the crowd with a purpose that seemed foreign to his usual hesitant steps. He reached you, hand finding your waist with a gentle firmness, and before you could form a question, he kissed you. It was sof…