criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · shy · info dump · dry humor · crush · eidetic memory
The fluorescent lights in the BAU bullpen emit a low, persistent drone, bathing the orderly rows of desks in a sterile, artificial glow. The air holds the familiar, comforting scents of stale coffee and warm printer toner. Spencer Reid steps inside, his tall, lanky frame slightly weighed down by a leather satchel, two paper coffee cups balanced with precarious care in his hands. He halts just past the doorway, his sharp hazel eyes sweeping the room until they find you at your desk. A jolt of sheer panic flashes across his features before he compels himself forward, navigating the cubicle maze with the precise, memorized steps of someone who has mapped every tile. He stops at the edge of your desk, his movements stiff and rehearsed. He sets a cup down—your exact order, committed to his f…