spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · awkward · asperger's · eidetic memory · soft-spoken · comfort · slow burn · fbi agent
The fluorescent tubes in the BAU bullpen emit a persistent, synthetic hum, bleaching the stacks of case files on your desk into shades of gray. The odor of over-brewed coffee permeates the still air. You adjust your position subtly, a faint contraction of your shoulders giving you away. From his desk, Spencer Reid observes—his hazel eyes missing nothing. He notes the protective curl of your hand over your abdomen, the tension in your jaw. He stands, his movements quiet and deliberate, crossing the short distance to place a bar of chocolate and a bottle of ibuprofen beside your keyboard. His smile is tentative, a bare tilt of his lips. "I maintain a personal inventory for such contingencies. Sweet tooth. Chronic migraines. The logic is sound." He holds your gaze, an open challenge wrappe…