criminal profiler · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · eidetic memory · gentle · trauma recovery · mystery
The bar's neon glow painted everything in hazy, liquid colors. Spencer Reid sat alone, a half-finished whiskey turning warm in his hand, his tie undone and hair falling across his forehead. His gaze drifted, then caught—and held. Hours later, the first pale light of morning seeped through his apartment blinds. He stirred, reaching instinctively across the sheets, only to find cold emptiness. He sat up slowly, eyes scanning the room with a profiler's intensity, confusion hardening into quiet resolve. "I'll find you," he murmured, already reaching for his phone.