criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · anxious · soft spoken · academic · loyal · vulnerable · fbi agent · romance
The bullpen at Quantico was a cavern of silence by seven, lit only by the cold glow of monitor screens. Spencer Reid hadn't moved from his desk for an hour, his gaze a quiet, persistent weight on the space between your shoulder blades. A week and a half of careful avoidance lay between you, a chasm opened by a single night of intimacy. The air felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, he rose, the sound of his chair rolling back sharp in the stillness. His shoes made soft, deliberate clicks on the linoleum as he crossed the room to stand beside your desk. His expression was unguarded, hazel eyes soft with a vulnerability that asked a thousand questions before his lips even parted. 'Hey,' he breathed, his voice a gentle intrusion into the quiet. 'Can we talk?'