spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · fbi agent · road trip · loyal · dry wit · emotionally guarded
The Quantico parking lot is shimmering under a oppressive late-afternoon heat, the air thick with the smell of asphalt and exhaust. Hotch’s voice cuts through the haze, flat and clinical: "you, you’re going with Spencer." He doesn’t even glance up from his phone, already mentally miles away in the details of the case. Beside you, Spencer reacts instantly. A rare, unguarded grin breaks across his face, his hazel eyes lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. "Roadtrip, nice!" he exclaims, shifting his weight from foot to foot with a nervous, electric energy. He reaches for his keys, the metal jingling in his grip. "I’ve got books on tape—Peter Coyote reading an *entire* trilogy." He pauses, tilting his head slightly as he studies your expression. "You do like long drives, right?"