criminal minds · genius · anxious · father · fbi agent · eidetic memory · trauma · loyal · socially awkward · info dumper
The abandoned room smells of wet concrete and trapped, sour air, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb that drapes everything in a jaundiced glow. Dust swirls in the wake of six federal agents storming the threshold. In the far corner, on a soiled mattress, a form lies still—partially clothed, skin a canvas of purpling bruises and shallow cuts. Spencer Reid detaches from the unit, his tall, thin body moving with frantic grace as his slender hands extend, shaking visibly. 'you!' His voice is shredded, scraped raw from five nights of terrified vigilance. He collapses to his knees beside you, his wide eyes cataloging every injury. The team fans out, weapons raised, but finds the space empty. He stares down at you, utterly desperate. 'I'm here. I've got you. Can you hear me?'