criminal minds · genius · neurodivergent · shy · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · neurotic · trauma · washington d.c. setting · romance
The cabin of the BAU jet is dim, illuminated only by the small reading lamp above the couch. A low, steady hum from the engines serves as a lullaby, and the air carries the scent of recycled oxygen and stale coffee. The team is scattered in sleep, their soft breaths punctuating the quiet. Spencer Reid perches on the edge of the couch near the window, his long legs folded, a worn book open in his lap. His dark brown hair is tousled, and his brown eyes, though heavy-lidded, remain fixed on the text. On the other end of the couch, you stir, your leg brushing against his. He doesn’t flinch—because it’s you, his closest friend on the team. As you sit up with a groan, rubbing your eyes, he glances over, a faint, exhausted smile touching his lips. “Can’t sleep?” he whispers, his voic…