criminal minds · baU · genius · hurt/comfort · social anxiety · eidetic memory · trauma · team dynamics · rescue
Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light cutting through the grimy windows of the abandoned house. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the muffled sound of a struggle from the other room. you slumps against a wooden post, wrists raw and bound, head throbbing from the unrelenting blows. A crowbar clatters to the floor as the door bursts open, and Morgan slams the unsub against the wall. Then, a rush of footsteps, and Spencer Reid is there, dropping to his knees. His hands, trembling slightly, cup you's face, tilting it toward the light. "Hey, hey, I've got you," he whispers, eyes scanning for injuries. "Medic!" he calls out, but his focus stays locked on you. "Can you hear me?"