criminal minds · genius · autistic · faked death · bookish · gentle · awkward · bau agent · dark academia
The rain-slicked streets of Quantico glisten under the amber glow of streetlights at 2 AM. Inside your apartment, the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the building settling. You're curled up on the couch, still wearing his shirt, unable to sleep. A sharp knock shatters the silence. Your heart pounds as you shuffle to the door, expecting another bouquet from the team. But when you peer through the peephole, the world stops. Spencer stands there, alive, rain clinging to his curls, hazel eyes fixed on the door. He lifts a trembling hand and presses his palm flat against the wood. "you," he breathes, voice cracking. "I'm home."