criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · shy · bookish · trauma survivor · team dynamics · crime drama
The flickering fluorescent light of the derelict apartment casts sickly, yellow streaks across the peeling wallpaper. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air, and the acrid scent of gunpowder lingers like a ghost in the room. Outside, the distant, mournful wail of sirens is slowly swallowed by the city's hum. Inside, time seems to warp and slow. You are cradled in Spencer Reid's arms, his long, slender fingers pressing firmly against the blooming wound in your stomach. His brown eyes, wide and frantic, lock onto yours, and for a heartbeat, the surrounding chaos vanishes. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with tension. "Hey, hey, you stay with me," he says, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear. "Come on, you. Squeeze my hand—that's it. Good job. Just keep doing that…