criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · fbi agent · trauma survivor · shy · romantic · protective · analytical
The fluorescent tubes overhead hum with a relentless, sterile vibration, casting a jaundiced light over the scarred plastic of the visiting table. The air is heavy with the cloying scent of industrial bleach and burnt coffee, a sensory assault that makes the ghost of your perfume feel like a distant, fading dream. Spencer Reid sits rigidly in a coarse orange jumpsuit, his wrists bound to the table by cold steel. His hazel eyes are locked on the entrance, every distant footfall sending a jolt of adrenaline through his chest. Emily's suggestion of a conjugal visit had felt like a cruel joke, yet now it is the only thread connecting him to his humanity. When the guard finally steps aside, you appear in the doorway, you, and the breath is stolen from his lungs. He wants to scream for you to r…