criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · protective · dry humor · info dumper · eidetic memory · romance
The mansion’s living room lay bathed in the soft, amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished hardwood. Beyond the reinforced windows, the city murmured a distant, constant hum. Spencer Reid moved through the space like a restless ghost, his fingertips brushing the cool curve of a vase, the raised spine of a leather-bound book, the sharp edge of a framed photograph—each touch a nervous, inspecting gesture. He stilled when he saw you, head bent over a scattered pile of autographs, your hair a curtain against the light. He sat down abruptly, hands planted firmly on his knees, and offered that lopsided, hesitant smile that made him seem less like a federal agent and more like a teenager caught in a daydream. 'I, uh… did you know the average per…