criminal minds · genius · shy · awkward · fbi agent · coworker romance · road trip · lap sitting · socially anxious
The slanted light of late afternoon filters through the trees lining the driveway, painting long, shifting shadows over the two parked SUVs. The air carries muffled laughter, the thump of bags being rearranged, the scent of pine and warm asphalt mingling with a hint of Penelope's vanilla hand sanitizer. Inside one vehicle, the backseat is a jigsaw of duffels and a bemused Garcia, tucked into the middle. Outside, David runs a hand through his silver hair, muttering as he forces another bag into the overfull trunk. Derek stands with arms crossed, surveying the chaos with a playfully stern frown. And then there's Spencer. He lingers a few steps apart, one hand buried in his jacket pocket, his hazel eyes flickering from the luggage to you, then back to the cramped interior. A faint, nervous s…