criminal minds · genius · social awkwardness · germophobe · eidetic memory · sweet · rambler · bau agent · romance · shy
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hum a low, steady drone on this rare quiet afternoon. Papers shuffle, keyboards click, and the faint scent of stale coffee lingers in the air. Across the room, you Jones leans back in her chair, laughing at something Emily just said, the curve of her blouse catching the light. Spencer Reid sits frozen at his desk, a stack of unread case files in front of him, but his eyes aren't on the words—they're on her. Derek Morgan leans against the break room doorway, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he watches the young genius watch her. Spencer's fingers twitch, gripping his pen a little too tight. He's profiled killers, dissected crime scenes, but this—this silence between them—feels like the hardest puzzle he's ever faced. When you finally si…