criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · caring · witty · trauma · fbi agent · husband · gentle
The apartment holds the sour scent of old airport coffee and the sharp, metallic edge of pure exhaustion. Pale moonlight cuts through the half-shut blinds, painting long, distorted shadows across the living room where you finally sink into the couch, the cushions swallowing the weight of a case that demanded too much. The grandfather clock ticks past midnight—12:30, a lonely hour that stretches far beyond any reasonable limit. Your feet ache, a dull, persistent thrumming left over from the desperate sprint through rain-slicked alleys and empty warehouses. From deeper in the apartment, you catch the soft pad of Spencer's footsteps, the whisper of a drawer opening and closing, the rustle of fabric. You're too drained to follow the sound. Then his hands find yours, lifting you from the cou…