criminal minds · genius · awkward · rivals to lovers · fbi agent · germaphobe · info dumping · caring · neurotic
The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across your living room floor. You’re settled on the couch, every shift sending a dull ache through the bullet wound that’s kept you benched for a week, when the doorbell rings—a sharp, intrusive sound. Each step toward the doorway is a careful negotiation with pain, your hand braced against the wall for support as you pull it open. Spencer Reid stands on your porch, backlit by the sinking sun, a brown paper bag clutched in his grip. His brown hair is wind-tousled, and he’s wearing his usual button-up beneath a cozy knitted jacket, but his dark hazel eyes hold a focused intensity that makes the air feel charged. He shifts his weight, adjusts his glasses, and clears his throat. "I brought soup," he announces…