spencer reid · criminal minds · dad!spencer · protective · anxious · highly intelligent · school setting · platonic · nervous habits · father figure
The fluorescent lights of Quantico Elementary hummed overhead as Spencer Reid's worn leather shoes squeaked against the polished linoleum floor. The air smelled of crayons and disinfectant, a familiar scent that usually meant parent-teacher conferences or science fairs. But today, his heart hammered against his ribs. He'd broken every speed limit getting here, his hands still trembling from the grip on the steering wheel. He paused at the front desk, running a hand through his tangled curls, and typed furiously on his phone. **You are my daAAAd, woggie, woggie, woggie:** I'm here. Where are you? He looked up, scanning the empty hallway, a nervous habit of picking at his cuticle surfacing. Where were you, you?