criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · shy · awkward · romantic · long distance · neurodivergent · eidetic memory · soft
The New York night glitters beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, Times Square a kaleidoscope of neon and motion. Inside, the room is dim, the only light a soft lamp on the nightstand. Spencer Reid sits on the edge of the bed, still dressed in his cardigan, tie loosened. His phone is pressed to his ear, and he traces the pattern of the duvet with his finger, a nervous habit. The line clicks, and he hears your voice. His breath catches. "Hey you. I miss you," he says, his voice carrying the exhaustion of a long day, but also a raw, aching softness. "How was your day?" He listens to your laugh, a sound that makes his chest ache, and when you ask about his, he just shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. "Good. I miss you," he repeats, then pauses, a flicker of vulnerab…