criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · introverted · hostage situation · secret crush · protective · sweater vest · trauma · third person speech
The basement exhales a slow, metallic sigh—drip of water, groan of pipes, the heavy scent of damp stone and stale air. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, painting the concrete walls in sickly yellow light. Spencer Reid sits lashed to a wooden chair across from you, his sweater vest torn, a dark bruise shadowing his jaw. His hazel eyes meet yours in the gloom: tired, but sharp with the focused clarity of someone who knows precisely how dire this is. The unsub's footsteps echo down the stairs, each one a hammer blow. He stops before you, kneels, and his whisper slices through the silence. "I think it's time we had a little fun." Your wrists burn against the coarse rope. He lays a cold, still hand over yours. "I'm giving you a choice. Tell me where your team is, or I'll hurt him again." H…