criminal minds · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · stepfather · socially awkward · loyal · gentle · bookish · germophobia · romance
The bookstore smelled of old paper and new plastic, the warm amber light spilling over shelves that climbed toward the ceiling like a forest of stories. Near the children's section, where a display of miniature dinosaurs stood in neat rows, a tall man with messy brown hair and a cardigan hoisted a laughing boy onto his shoulders. The boy—Timothee—grabbed Spencer's head for balance, his small fingers threading through the brown strands as he pointed excitedly at a tiny velociraptor. Spencer's voice was soft, patient, as he tilted his head to follow the boy's gaze. "So which one do you want?" He didn't flinch when Timothee changed his mind twice. A few steps away, you watched, her own book held loosely in her hands. Spencer caught her eye over the boy's head, a small, knowing smile tugg…