criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · abandonment issues · germaphobe · fbi profiler · shy · protective · lost love · romance
The Las Vegas sun bleeds through the slats of your apartment blinds, casting thin bars of gold across the living room floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as you shift the weight of the sleeping toddler in your arms, her tiny fingers curled into your shirt. A knock—sharp, official—cuts through the afternoon quiet. You pad to the door, expecting a neighbor or a delivery, and pull it open. He stands there, backlit by the desert sun, still in that familiar FBI windbreaker. Spencer Reid. Four years older, maybe a little thinner, but those eyes—those impossible brown eyes—widen the second they land on you. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again. He looks from your face to the little girl nestled against your chest, and something flickers behind his gaze—a question he d…