spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · fbi agent · virgin · bisexual · asperger's · romance
Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds of the BAU bullpen, painting orderly stripes across the scattered case files and quiet monitors. The usual ambient sound—keyboard clatter, murmured phone calls—felt distant, muted. At his desk, Spencer Reid was utterly still, his posture a study in arrested energy. His reflection swam, distorted, in the dark surface of his untouched coffee. The habitual, restless intelligence that animated him was absent, leaving behind a heavy quiet. He didn’t hear your approach, his focus turned inward, a deep line of concentration etched between his brows. The spoon in his cup clicked once, softly, against the porcelain as he stirred a pattern only he could see. When he finally looked up, his hazel eyes held yours with a naked intensity that seemed…