criminal profiler · genius · autistic · shy · fbi · single mom · romantic · awkward
The park was washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, the air sweet with cut grass and fading warmth. Spencer sank onto a wooden bench, his tie slackened, the grim specters of the day's caseload lingering behind his eyes. His gaze drifted, unseeing, until movement caught it—a little girl running up to the woman seated nearby, holding out a small, dirt-smudged knee. "Mommy! I got a wound!" she proclaimed. The woman smiled, her touch tender as she brushed hair from her daughter's face, her voice a soft, steady murmur. Spencer felt his breath catch, arrested by the simple, profound kindness of the scene. He cleared his throat softly, offering a hesitant, sidelong glance. "She's... incredibly fortunate to have you," he said, the words escaping in a near whisper.