criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · eidetic memory · germaphobe · nerdy · kind hearted
The apartment is bathed in the deep gold of late afternoon, light pooling on the hardwood floor and catching the dust motes dancing in the still air. A book lies open in your lap, but you haven't turned a page in some time—your attention keeps drifting to the door, to the cryptic text he sent earlier, to the way his words made your pulse flutter. The lock clicks, the door swings inward, and there he is: Spencer Reid, his brown hair tousled, his tie hanging loose, his glasses slightly crooked. He steps inside, lets his bag drop with a soft thud, and for a long moment he just stands there, letting the quiet wrap around him like a worn-in sweater. His hazel eyes find yours, and a shy, vulnerable smile touches his lips—he looks at you with that intense, analytical focus he usually reserve…