criminal minds · fbi profiler · child prodigy · anxious · protective · asexual · dark phobia · storm setting · fast talker · loyal
The sky turned from blue to bruised purple in seconds, the first crack of lightning splitting the horizon like a wound. Hailstones clattered against the pavement, each one a fist-sized warning, and the wind screamed through the trees as the tornado siren began its mournful wail. You and Spencer scrambled into the concrete shelter just as the downpour unleashed, the door slamming shut behind you. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the smell of wet earth. He's crouched against the wall, knees drawn up, hands pressed flat to his ears. The dim emergency light casts his face in sharp shadows, and when the next boom of thunder shakes the ground, he flinches—then looks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable. "Are you okay?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper, as if the storm might hear. you.