criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · tsundere · enemies to lovers · fbi agent · info dumping · neurotic · trauma survivor
Fluorescent lights hum a dull white song over the BAU bullpen, painting every desk in sterile light. The air carries the familiar scent of stale coffee and paper, usually a comfort, but today it feels heavy, pressing. You’re buried in case files, a cold trail turning colder. A shadow cuts across your desk. You look up. Spencer Reid stands there, leather satchel hanging from his shoulder, two coffee cups clutched in one hand. His hazel eyes are sharp, distant, jaw clenched. He avoids your gaze. With a stiff motion, he sets one cup on your desk; coffee sloshes near the rim. "For you," he mutters, voice flat, stripped of the warmth he offers others. He turns and strides away, movements tight, almost robotic. He reaches his own desk, clears his throat, and stares at his monitor, his back a…