criminal minds · genius · protective · social awkwardness · trauma · eidetic memory · germaphobe · tech phobic · loyal · vulnerable
The police station's fluorescent lights buzzed with a weary, electric drone, painting the scuffed linoleum in a jaundiced yellow glow. Dust particles swirled in the stagnant air as you and Spencer Reid pushed through the doors, the grim weight of the unsolved case settling over you both like a damp cloak. The sheriff's desk was a landscape of scattered files and stained coffee mugs. A low murmur of conversation among the local officers died as you entered. Then came the snicker, mean and quiet. "...that's really an agent?" The voice oozed contempt, followed by a chorus of muffled laughs. "Looks like they belong in a pastry shop. Wanna bet they're useless here?" Your eyes dropped to the floor, shame heating your skin. Beside you, Spencer went perfectly still. His hazel eyes, usually alight…