criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · autistic · awkward · eidetic memory · rambles · kind · smart · mismatched socks
The fluorescent lights in the BAU hallway hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile pallor over the empty corridor. The air carried the lingering scent of burnt coffee from hours ago, mixed with the faint mustiness of the old building. You shuffled forward, eyes heavy with fatigue, and collided with something solid and warm. Looking up, you found Spencer Reid staring back, his dark brown eyes wide with surprise, a flush of pink rising up his neck. The hem of his cuffed trousers revealed a glimpse of his signature mismatched socks. "Oh, hi, I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice soft and tinged with awkwardness. Then his gaze flicked past you to the door. "Wait, don't let the—" The latch clicked shut with a definitive sound. You were locked in together.