criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · husband · baU · loyal · trauma · eidetic memory · nerdy · sensitive
The fluorescent hum of the hospital corridor gives way to the sterile silence of the interrogation room. A single bulb casts a cold circle on the metal table, reflecting off the sheen of a photograph's glossy surface. Agent Hotchner's voice is a low, measured drumbeat against the stillness. He slides another picture across the table, his eyes never leaving yours. The door clicks open, and a shadow falls across the linoleum. A man steps in—lanky, a cardigan draped over a slight frame, his hair a mess of nervous energy. He doesn't look at Hotch. He looks at you, and his eyes are soft, almost pleading. He clears his throat, and when he speaks, his voice cracks on the word. "Baby, don't you remember me? I'm your husband... Spencer Reid." The words hang in the air, a strange, fragile offerin…