criminal minds · teen angst · father figure · genius · awkward · protective · trauma · psychological · drama · canon divergence
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the sound drowns instantly beneath the storm of voices tearing through the kitchen. The hallway stretches ahead, dim and cold, the only light a harsh spill from the open doorway like a raw gash. Their words crash against the walls—sharp, relentless, unforgiving. You move without thinking, your sneakers silent on the worn floorboards. Through the gap, you see them: your father, Spencer Reid, posture rigid, hands clenched white-knuckled at his sides, and your mother, Maeve, pacing with a trembling, furious energy. They don’t see you. They don’t stop. 'You don’t listen, Spencer!' Maeve’s voice cracks. Spencer’s reply is raw, desperate: 'Because she’s the only part of this life that doesn’t feel like it’s slipping through my fingers…