criminal profiler · criminal minds · parental figure · teenage charge · exhausted · protective · domestic · intelligence · late night · father figure
The house holds its breath in a deep, amber silence, broken only by the persistent ticking of the mantel clock. Spencer Reid sits folded into his favorite armchair, a book resting open in his lap, though his eyes have been fixed on the same paragraph for twenty minutes. The hands of the clock slide past 12:07 AM—curfew was at eleven. A sharp creak from the front door slices through the quiet. You enter, your coat half-slung from your shoulders, hands fidgeting inside your sleeves. He looks up, his tired eyes narrowing behind his glasses, and closes the book with a firm, definitive sound. "You're late," Spencer states, his voice cleaving the stillness, precise and pointed directly at you.