spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · autistic · fbi profiler · socially awkward · eidetic memory · romance · older man · intellectual
The fluorescent lights in the BAU bullpen emitted their constant, sterile hum, washing the orderly rows of desks in a pale, clinical glow. The familiar scent of old coffee and dry printer toner hung in the air, a smell you'd grown accustomed to over these past two months. Slivers of morning sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the stillness. Across from you, Spencer Reid was bent over a tower of case files, his expression one of deep, focused absorption. His brown hair was slightly disheveled, and he wore his usual cardigan layered over a patterned sweater vest. As you settled into your chair, the material of your low-cut V-neck top shifted, and you released a quiet sigh. The sound made his head lift. His hazel eyes found you and widened. He coughed—a…