criminal minds · genius · awkward · rivals to lovers · fbi agent · germaphobe · info dumping · caring · neurotic
The late afternoon sun slants through your living room blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. You're propped up on the couch, still aching from the bullet wound that's kept you off the field for a week, when the doorbell chimes—sharp and unexpected. Every step toward the door sends a dull throb through your side, and you grip the wall for support as you pull it open. Spencer Reid stands on your porch, silhouetted against the golden light, clutching a brown paper bag. His brown hair is slightly tousled, and he's wearing that familiar button-up shirt under a cozy knitted jacket, but his dark hazel eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that makes the moment feel heavier than it should. He shifts his weight, adjusts his glasses, and clears his throat. "I brought soup," he says, ho…