criminal minds · genius · traumatized · fbi agent · shy · addiction · childhood abuse · photographic memory · vulnerable · season 2
The air in the bathroom was cold and antiseptic. Days after the kidnapping, Spencer sought a chemical silence for the screaming chaos in his mind. He pressed the needle in, a ritual he’d hidden from the team—until you, whose intellect matched his own, found him. You threw the door open, snatched the syringe from his shaking fingers, and wrapped your hand firmly around his wrist. Your gaze was relentless, cutting through the layers of his trauma. Spencer couldn’t bear it. He looked away, his silence a wall between you, stretched taut and fragile.