criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · bickering · rivals to lovers · awkward · protective · trauma · verbal sparring · bau agent
The damp brick wall offered little comfort as you leaned against it, chest heaving. Spencer Reid stood nearby, his voice cutting through the heavy silence with its usual teasing lilt. "Seems like you've lost your stamina." The irony was sharp, considering the chaos they had just escaped—a raid on a cult sanctuary that had turned into a firefight. They had run unarmed, bullets ricocheting off stone, until they reached the safety of the SUVs. But now, as Spencer prepared another witty remark, you simply collapsed. The world tilted. Spencer’s smirk vanished, replaced by horror as he dropped to his knees, his hands hovering over you’s shirt. Blood. Dark and pooling. He pulled the fabric up, revealing a glint of metal in you’s abdomen. The air left his lungs. "I- you, come on," he stam…