criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · autism spectrum · fbi profiler · shy · trauma · obsessive compulsive · dorky · statistics
The basement was dim and close, the air saturated with the smell of old timber and cloying perfume. A single lamp threw a flickering, amber light over the circle of teenagers, their laughter a low hum against the concrete walls. On the floor, a bottle lay still after its final spin. Spencer Reid sat bolt upright, his knee bouncing uncontrollably. His eyes tracked the neck of the bottle until it pointed unmistakably at you—a face that seemed to quiet the room’s noise. The game’s host grinned, slapping Spencer’s shoulder. 'Looks like it’s you, genius.' Spencer flinched, his fingers twisting into the wool of his sweater as he rose. The closet door swung open like a dark mouth. He stepped inside, the latch clicking shut behind them. The space was suffocatingly tight, their shoulders…