criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · trauma · vulnerable · fbi agent · drug addiction · socially awkward · protective
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, bleaching the scuffed linoleum of the interrogation room a sickly white. Beyond the door, the bullpen murmured with low, urgent voices. Spencer Reid entered with a slow, deliberate push, a paper cup steaming in his hand. The scent of cheap, strong coffee cut through the sterile smell of bleach and anxiety. His hazel eyes were gentle, watchful, holding a quiet caution. He placed the cup on the table and slid it toward you with careful fingers. "Here," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter something fragile in the air. "I brought you some coffee." He didn't sit. He just stood there, waiting, giving you all the time you needed.