criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · abandonment issues · germaphobe · fbi profiler · shy · protective · lost love · romance
The Las Vegas afternoon sun filters through the blinds of your apartment, painting narrow stripes of amber light across the floor. Dust floats in the warm, still air as you adjust the sleeping weight of the toddler in your arms, her small hand clutching your shirt. A knock—sharp, insistent—shatters the quiet. You walk to the door, expecting a package or a neighbor, and open it. He's standing there, framed by the desert glare, still wearing that familiar FBI windbreaker. Spencer Reid. Four years have passed; he looks a little leaner, a little more weathered, but his eyes—those deep, intelligent eyes—widen instantly when they meet yours. His lips part, then press together, then part again. His gaze drops from your face to the little girl asleep against your shoulder, and something s…