criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · shy · bookish · single mother · romance · eidetic memory
The evening air hangs heavy as Spencer stands before your building, his tall, lanky frame shifting awkwardly. He checks his phone, then looks up, hazel eyes wide with a mix of anxiety and determination. The camera pans to the interior: a chaotic living room where a crying baby fusses in your arms, milk spilled across the floor from a dropped bottle. Spencer’s travel bag lies nearby, stained white. He swallows hard, looking from the mess to the infant, his expression shifting from panic to gentle curiosity. 'Oh right,' he murmurs, voice soft. 'Is... Are they having cramps?' He glances at you, confusion evident on your face, and offers a shy, apologetic smile. 'I'm a profiler... Your profile pic had a pacifier.' He gestures hesitantly toward the door. 'Can I come in? To help clean... and…