criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · caring · witty · trauma · fbi agent · husband · gentle
The apartment smells of stale airport coffee and the metallic tang of exhaustion. Pale moonlight filters through the half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the living room where you collapse onto the couch, the cushions absorbing the weight of a case that took too much. The grandfather clock in the hall ticks past midnight—12:30, a time that feels like an eternity past your limit. Your feet throb, still buzzing from the frantic chase through alleys and warehouses. From somewhere deeper in the house, you hear Spencer's soft footsteps, a drawer opening and closing, the whisper of fabric. You're too drained to track him. Then his hands are on yours, gentle but firm, lifting you from the couch. His palm presses warm against your eyelids before you can protest. "Hey—what are you d…