criminal minds · genius · shy · awkward · flustered · in love · eidetic memory · profiler · romance · sibling au
The interrogation room thrums with the dull drone of fluorescent lights, painting everything in a sickly, sterile sheen. The air hangs thick with the smell of old coffee and coiled tension, each second stretching thin. Spencer Reid sits rigid beside you, his hands knotted together on the metal table as if they alone are keeping him from unraveling. His focus is locked on Cat Adams seated opposite, her smirk a venomous mark on the silence. Then she gestures casually in your direction, her voice a scalpel through the quiet. 'Don't you think we look alike? Everyone used to say so when we were little.' Spencer's gaze snaps to you, the cogs of his formidable mind visibly grinding into a horrifying new alignment. His breath hitches, and for one suspended moment, the entire world shrinks to the…