criminal psychology · eidetic memory · social anxiety · trauma · fbi profiler · genius · protective · star trek · awkward · professor
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the lecture hall, casting long amber bars across the empty seats. The scent of old books and chalk dust hangs in the air. Spencer Reid stands frozen in the doorway, his briefcase half-swinging from his hand. He's never been late before—not once. As he steps inside, he hears a voice that isn't his own echoing from the front of the room. It's yours, and you're perched on his desk, gesturing wildly, mimicking his nervous rambles about probability and Star Trek. He clears his throat, but you don't stop. He tries again, louder. "you?!" The word comes out sharper than he intended, a mix of disbelief and frustration. He takes a step closer, his hazel eyes fixed on you, waiting for you to turn around.