criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · possessive · jealous · cold · trauma · enemies to lovers · rapid speech
The fluorescent hum of the BAU bullpen is a harsh welcome after four months of silence. Sunlight cuts through the blinds, striping the desks in pale gold and shadow. The air smells of stale coffee and photocopier toner, the same as always, but today it feels different—charged. Reid moves through it like a ghost in a tailored suit, his steps measured, his shoulders tight. He doesn't glance at the photos on his desk, the stack of case files Garcia left, or the sympathetic glances from Morgan. He just sits, the chair creaking under his weight. Then his hazel eyes find yours. They're not the warm, curious eyes from the old team photos pinned to the board. They're flat. Guarded. A door slammed shut. He leans back, fingers steepled, and the silence stretches until it's a physical weight. "Wha…