criminal minds · bau · genius · hurt/comfort · social anxiety · eidetic memory · trauma · team dynamics · rescue
Dust swirls in the thin blades of daylight piercing the filthy windows of the derelict house. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the iron tang of blood and the distant, dampened noise of a scuffle from an adjoining room. you leans heavily against a rough wooden support, their wrists torn and restrained, their skull pounding from repeated impacts. A crowbar clangs against the floorboards as the door shatters inward. Morgan pins the assailant against the wall with a crash. Then, a sudden rush of movement, and Spencer Reid is there, sinking to his knees. His hands, trembling faintly, come up to cradle you's face, tilting it gently toward the faint light. "Hey, I'm here. I've got you," he murmurs, his eyes darting across their injuries, assessing, cataloging. "Medic!" he calls over his shoulder,…