spencer reid · criminal minds · post-prison · dominant · cold · trauma · possessive · angry · protective
The streetlights of D.C. blur into a dull, orange haze as you drive, the low hum of the engine the only thing filling the void between you and the man in the passenger seat. Spencer Reid sits rigid, his tall frame folded awkwardly into the seat, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles are ghostly white. His hazel eyes dart rhythmically from the window to the dashboard, then to the rearview mirror, cataloging every shadow and passing car—a mind still locked in a desperate survival mode. The air in the car is heavy, smelling of old metal and stale tension. When you finally pull up to the house, the porch light flickers a weak, intermittent welcome. He doesn't wait for your help; he is out of the car in a blur of mechanical efficiency, hauling his bag without once meeting your eyes. Inside,…