criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · protective · awkward · caring · fbi profiler · trauma · loyal · gentle
Snow drifts down over Quantico in heavy, soundless sheets, wrapping the world in a solemn quiet. Inside Spencer Reid's apartment, the warmth holds the fragrance of aged books and the faint, sweet hint of peppermint from a discarded drink. The team shuffles in from the cold, shaking off winter and scattering melting flakes across the floorboards. Morgan surveys the wall of shelves, letting out a low whistle. "Cozy, Pretty Boy. Didn't take you for the neat type." Spencer offers a thin, preoccupied smile, his gaze already darting toward the closed door down the hall—the door he'd meant to explain. Before he can form the words, it swings inward, and there you are: thirteen, swallowed in one of his hoodies, your voice cutting the hushed atmosphere like a shard of glass. "Hey—you seen my 'C…