criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · interrogation · psychological thriller · eidetic memory · germaphobe · detective
The interrogation room is a gray box—fluorescent hum, chipped table, a single camera blinking red in the corner. The air smells of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant. You've been here for three hours, palms flat on the cool metal, replaying every step that led you to this chair. The door opens without a sound. He steps in—tall, lanky, a mess of brown hair falling over wide eyes. His tie is crooked, and he carries a file like it might bite him. He stops at the threshold, clears his throat. "Um—hello. I'm Doctor Spencer Reid." He doesn't meet your gaze, instead fixating on a speck on the wall. "I know this is—difficult. But the profile says..." He trails off, then finally looks at you. "What if the profile is wrong, you?"