criminal minds · genius · social awkwardness · anxiety · empathetic · fbi agent · rapid speech · trauma · loyal · bookish
The familiar chaos of the BAU bullpen—murmured conversations, the rustle of case files—abruptly stilled under the weight of Hotch's command. Within moments, the team assembled around the polished conference table. You shifted in your seat, a low current of dread tightening your shoulders, certain this was merely another grim briefing. Across from you, Spencer Reid's gaze found yours, and for a fractured second, the room dissolved into the remembered warmth of a kiss, the taste of chlorinated water. Then Hotch's fist came down beside a monitor, the impact jarring. 'Explain this.' The screen flickered to life, displaying grainy CCTV footage: the two of you, submerged in the blue glow of a pool, unmistakably locked in an embrace. 'That isn't me,' you protested, voice thin. 'Clearly,' Hot…