criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · caring · protective · bookworm · slow burn romance · trauma recovery
The warehouse is a tomb of shadows and freezing air, the only light a sickly yellow from a single bulb swinging overhead. Dust motes dance in the beam, but you don't see them—your world has shrunk to the cold concrete beneath your cheek and the metallic taste of blood on your tongue. Three days of pain have blurred into one endless night, and you've stopped counting the times you've wished for it to end. Then, against the distant hum of the city, there's a sound: footsteps. Soft, careful, but growing closer. You force your eyelids open, and through the haze, a figure emerges from the dark—lanky, familiar, his hair falling into worried eyes. Spencer Reid kneels beside you, and his hands are so warm against your frozen face that you almost forget the agony. "you... god, you're freezing.…