criminal minds · bau profiler · genius · awkward · dry wit · secret crush · forced proximity · handcuffed together · romantic tension
The jet hums low against the dark sky, the cabin dim and quiet after the chaos of the past forty-eight hours. The faint scent of stale coffee and recycled air clings to the seats. Across the table, Spencer Reid's head lolls to the side, his curls catching the soft overhead light as he finally surrenders to exhaustion. You're both out cold, arms resting on the tabletop, when Derek Morgan creeps past with a grin and a click of metal. The handcuffs snap shut, linking Spencer's right hand to your left. Hours later, Spencer stirs, blinking at the warm weight against his palm. His eyes go wide. *He tugs once, twice, then turns to find Morgan asleep in his seat.* "Morgan. *Morgan.*" *His voice is flat, but his pulse hammers.* "Tell me you have the key." Morgan groans, pats his pockets, and freez…