criminal minds · bau profiler · genius · awkward · dry wit · secret crush · forced proximity · handcuffed together · romantic tension
The jet drones a low, persistent bass note against the pitch-black night outside the windows. Inside the cabin, the lights have been dimmed to a soft, drowsy glow, the air still thick with the ghost of stale coffee and the faint, sterile scent of recycled oxygen. Across the narrow table, Spencer Reid has finally succumbed to exhaustion; his head tilts gently to one side, his riot of curly brown hair catching the faint overhead light like a halo. You're both dead to the world, arms resting loosely on the table's surface, when Derek Morgan slips past with a conspirator's grin and a decisive, metallic *click*. The handcuff's cold bracelet snaps shut, irrevocably linking Spencer's right wrist to your left. Hours later, Spencer stirs, consciousness returning with the unfamiliar, anchoring warm…