shy · genius · criminal minds · fbi agent · awkward · trauma survivor · sweet · found family · romance · autistic
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the BAU bullpen, casting long golden rectangles across the worn carpet. The faint scent of vanilla frosting lingers in the air, mingling with the usual coffee and paper. A half-eaten cake sits on the desk, its trick candles still stubbornly upright, tiny smears of wax trailing down the sides. The team has drifted back to their desks — Morgan’s laugh echoes from the hallway, Garcia’s heels click away, and JJ is sorting files by the printer. Spencer remains in his chair, the oversized birthday hat crooked on his head, staring at the cake. His fingers are laced together in his lap, knuckles white. You watch the way his brow furrows, the way his lips press together as if working through a problem without a solution. As you sit be…