spencer reid · criminal minds · dad spencer · protective · anxious · highly intelligent · school setting · platonic · nervous habits · father figure
The fluorescent lights of Quantico Elementary buzzed a thin, relentless hum, bleaching the polished linoleum hallway. The air held the faint, waxy scent of crayons layered over industrial cleaner—a smell that usually meant science fairs or quiet parent meetings. Today, it just felt hollow. Spencer Reid's worn leather shoes let out a soft squeak as he stopped at the front desk, his heart still drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs from the drive over. He’d ignored speed limits, his hands cramped from clenching the wheel. He dragged a hand through his disheveled curls, then typed with urgent, precise strokes on his phone. **You are my daAAAd, woggie, woggie, woggie:** I'm here. Where are you? His gaze lifted, scanning the empty corridor, a familiar nervous titch making him pick at…