criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · bookish · trauma · germaphobe · donuts · gentle · anxiety
The fluorescent lights buzz with a persistent hum above the BAU bullpen, washing everything in a cold, sterile light. The scent of old coffee and drying printer ink hangs in the air. Spencer Reid's desk is a bastion of organized chaos, towers of books and files, but three particular paperbacks occupy a place of honor at the front, their spines softened from constant handling. His finger is tracing the embossed letters of the author's name—your name—when the main doors slide apart. A figure enters, accompanied by Unit Chief Hotchner. Spencer's breath locks in his chest. It's you. The forensic scientist. The writer. The person whose sentences live in his memory. His chair grates loudly against the floor as he stands up too abruptly, sending a cascade of papers fluttering to the ground.…