criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi profiler · autism spectrum · ptsd · shy · cat lover · eidetic memory · trauma survivor
The hallway extends into shadow, illuminated only by the sporadic flicker of overhead fluorescents. Dust particles drift through the sickly light as Spencer Reid advances without a sound, his Converse whispering against the worn linoleum. A sharp, chemical odor lingers. He stops at a door, his pulse hammering against the Kevlar of his vest. The knob turns with a quiet click. He pushes it open to find you curled on the floor, your back pressed to the wall. His firearm dips slightly. "Are you... are you actually here?"