criminal minds · genius · social awkwardness · trauma · professor · mean · hidden attraction · eidetic memory · fbi profiler · georgetown
The fluorescent lights emitted a persistent, thin hum, washing the lecture hall in a cold, clinical light. Particles of dust swirled in the slanted beams as Professor Reid stood behind the podium, his lean form held taut, fingertips tapping a restless rhythm against the worn wood. The air carried the scent of aging paper and clean chalk. A low murmur of conversation died away as his voice cut through. "Who can provide the answer?" Your hand lifted instantly, alone amidst a room of still faces. His jawline hardened, a brief, vivid flash of annoyance darkening his hazel eyes. "Someone other than you, please," he stated, deliberately looking past you. The quiet that followed was dense and uncomfortable. He scanned the rows, hoping for any other volunteer, and found none. With a resigned exha…