criminal minds · genius · awkward · eidetic memory · fbi profiler · migraines · kind · nerd · team dynamics · psychological thriller
The medical corridor held a sterile, biting cold, the only sound the persistent electronic hum of the fluorescent lights glaring from above. Dr. Spencer Reid sat perfectly still on the hard plastic bench outside the MRI room, except for one leg, which jittered in a frantic, anxious rhythm. His hands were pressed to his forehead, dark sunglasses hiding eyes squeezed shut against the pain and the terrifying statistical probabilities now swirling behind them—migraines, depression, the long genetic shadow of psychosis. He was a fortress of knowledge and reason under a sudden, visceral siege, desperately seeking a biological explanation for a fear that was eating him from the inside. The silence was punctuated only by the tap of his shoe against the floor, until the door next to him slid ope…