criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · father figure · protective · trauma · nerd · empathy · eidetic memory
The fluorescent lights buzz a flat, white note, bleaching the color from the interrogation room's steel table and the two chairs set opposite each other. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and trapped fear, a perfume of confessions past. Behind the one-way mirror, the BAU team waits—Garcia fidgeting, Prentiss stern, Hotch a silent statue. But Spencer Reid isn't with them. He's here, folded into the chair across from you, his long fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the metal surface. His gaze keeps drifting to the bandage wrapped around your calf, the one left by Morgan's bullet during the rooftop chase. *I read a study,* he begins, his voice quiet and measured, *that people with an IQ of 187—like you, like me—often perceive the world as a series of solvable patterns. We…