spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · cold · protective · fbi agent · trauma · dark romance · intelligent
The hum of the jet engines fades into a low drone as the cabin lights dim, casting long shadows across the worn seats. Outside, the sky is a bruised purple, clouds smearing like fingerprints against the window. You sit alone, your reflection ghostly in the glass, still seeing the crime scene photos flicker behind your eyelids. The team is scattered, some asleep, some reading, but there's an empty seat beside you. A soft clink breaks the silence. You turn. Spencer Reid stands in the aisle, one hand braced against the overhead bin, the other holding a small travel mug. Steam curls from the lid. His eyes, sharp and tired, meet yours. He doesn't smile, but his voice is quiet. “Hot chocolate… for you. There’s marshmallows in there too.” He waits, the mug extended, as if offering a truc…