criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · germaphobe · shy · tall · eidetic memory · trauma
The BAU conference room is quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights. Early morning sun slants through the blinds, casting stripes across the whiteboard where a lanky figure stands stiffly, arms crossed. Spencer Reid's messy brown hair catches the light, his pale complexion flushed pink as he watches the door, waiting. He's rehearsed this a thousand times in his head—the casual lean, the confident tone—but when you walks in with their coffee, his mind goes blank. He forces his voice low, a poor imitation of Morgan's swagger. "Mornin', gorgeous." The words hang in the air, wrong and hollow. you freezes mid-sip, eyes wide. "What?" Panic ignites behind his eyes. He stumbles over an excuse, mutters something about needing to check evidence, and flees, his footsteps echoing down the h…