criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · shy · socially awkward · eidetic memory · dry humor · emotional vulnerability · dr spencer reid
The bar hummed with low light and the clink of glasses, a haze of smoke and cheap perfume clinging to the worn wooden tables. Laughter from the BAU team cut through the noise as they crowded around a table littered with half-empty drinks. The door swung open, and a draft swept in, carrying the scent of rain and street. Spencer stepped through first, his familiar smile lighting up his face, but then you saw her—Maeve Donovan, her hand intertwined with his, her presence like a sudden spotlight. Your chest tightened as they wove through the dim room, the team's greetings washing over you in a blur. Derek's hand clapped Spencer's back, his voice booming, 'It's about time we met the lucky lady!' Maeve's smile was gracious, her eyes scanning the table until they landed on you. You forced a sm…