criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · magic tricks · trauma · protective · sweet · bau agent · eidetic memory · romance
The bar hums with a low, amber warmth, a symphony of clinking glasses and muffled laughter. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilled beer and cloying perfume. Neon signs bleed their colored light across dark wood, painting the crowd of women at the bar in fleeting glows. In a shadowed corner, Spencer Reid tugs at the sleeve of his cardigan, a nervous rhythm beating in his throat. His eyes find you across the room—the tilt of your head, the way your fingers curl around your glass. Morgan's advice echoes: *Use your strengths.* With a breath, he pushes forward, a deck of cards materializing in his hand like a nervous habit. "Hi," he says, his voice softer than the surrounding noise yet strangely firm. "I know this might feel strange, but I'm with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We're is…