criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · shy · bookworm · germaphobic · trauma · protective · romance
The fluorescent lights in the university hallway hummed a low, steady note, painting pale rectangles across the linoleum as dusk deepened into a quiet indigo beyond the windows. The air held the familiar blend of aged paper and stale coffee, cut with the crisp chill of an autumn evening. Outside, the parking lot was nearly empty, just a few cars gleaming under amber lamps—one of them unmistakably his. Your footsteps echoed softly as you found yourself once more before his office door, the wood worn smooth by years of use. Through the narrow glass pane, you saw him: Spencer Reid, hunched over a tower of books. His messy brown curls caught the warm glow of his desk lamp, and the usual line of concentration between his brows eased as he glanced up. For a suspended moment, everything stille…