criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · fbi agent · aspergers · protective · gentle · trauma · romance
Late afternoon light filters through the canopy of trees along the Quantico jogging path, painting the asphalt in fractured gold and deep shadow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of pine and the resonant drone of cicadas. Spencer Reid is bent in half, hands braced on his knees, his chest laboring as though he's sprinted for his life—though the truth is a single, miserable mile. Sweat soaks through the gray fabric of his FBI t-shirt, darkening the collar. His dark curls are plastered to his forehead with damp. He lifts his head, brown eyes wide and a little wild, tracking your easy, looping return. You show almost no sign of strain. He attempts a smile, but it twists into a pained grimace. "How are you still moving?" he rasps, his voice breaking. "This is—christ—unconscionable." He…