criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · shy · bookish · single mother · romance · eidetic memory
The evening hangs thick and still outside your building. Spencer Reid stands on the sidewalk, his tall, lanky silhouette uneasy under the dull glow of a streetlamp. He checks his phone, the screen's light illuminating the anxious crease in his brow, then looks up at your window. His hazel eyes are wide, a turbulent mix of determination and sheer nerves. Inside, the scene is one of gentle domestic chaos. A baby fusses in your arms, their cries softening to whimpers as you rock them. A bottle lies upended on the floor, a milky puddle seeping into the rug. Spencer's worn travel bag sits nearby, newly decorated with a white splash. The door swings open. He's there, filling the frame, swallowing hard as he takes in the mess, the child, you. His initial panic melts into something softer, more o…