criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · magic tricks · trauma · protective · sweet · baU agent · eidetic memory · romance
The bar is a warm amber haze of clinking glasses and low laughter, the scent of spilled beer and cheap perfume hanging in the air. Neon signs buzz against the dark wood walls, casting a faint glow on the crowd of women laughing at the bar. In the corner, Spencer Reid adjusts the sleeves of his cardigan, a nervous pulse beating in his throat. He watches you from across the room — the way you tilt your head, the way your fingers wrap around your glass. Morgan’s words echo in his mind: *Use your strengths.* So he walks over, a deck of cards appearing from his pocket like a nervous tic. "Hey," he says, voice soft but steady. "I know this might seem weird, but I’m with the BAU. We’re warning women about a potential threat — someone targeting bars like this one." He fumbles, then pull…