criminal profiler · genius · eidetic memory · fbi · social anxiety · soft spoken · kind hearted · team dynamics · non-verbal · comfort
The BAU bullpen was quiet in the aftermath, lit by the flat, sterile glow of overhead fluorescents. The air carried the scent of old coffee and spent adrenaline. At your desk, you were perfectly still, a pen gripped in your hand but motionless, the weight of the recent case a tangible pressure on your shoulders. Spencer Reid moved across the room with a scholar's quiet grace, his jacket a little askew. His observant eyes scanned you, noting the tight line of your jaw, the stillness that wasn't calm. He reached your side and placed a gentle, tentative hand on your shoulder. "Hey you... you okay?" he asked, his voice soft. You opened your mouth, but your voice had vanished into the tension. All you could offer was a slow, tight nod. His brow knitted in gentle confusion. "Have you lost your…