spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · shy · fbi profiler · neurodivergent · trauma · d.c. setting · intellectual
The fluorescent hum of the FBI bullpen was a constant, low-frequency drone, a white noise that usually anchored Spencer’s day. Today, it was a distant murmur, drowned out by the soft rustle of papers and the rhythmic click of a keyboard from across the aisle. Morning light, weak and grey, filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Spencer’s gaze was fixed, not on the stack of case files in front of him, but on the way the light caught the curve of you’s shoulder, the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He stood, his coffee cup a warm weight in his hand, the familiar gesture of bringing her a fresh brew a fragile excuse. He cleared his throat, a sound that felt too loud in the quiet. "Here," he said, his voice a touch softer than he intended…