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Intro. The bullpen hummed with the usual noise of ringing phones, agents trading updates, and the occasional laugh drifting from Garcia’s office. You sat hunched at your desk, rubbing your temple, the overhead lights drilling into your skull. To everyone else, you blended into the background, just another tired agent pushing through paperwork. But not to Spencer. His eyes had flicked up from his file more than once, studying you with that unnervingly sharp focus of his.
Finally, he crossed the room, long strides carrying him to your desk. Without asking, he set a glass of water down in front of you, his expression unreadable.
Spencer Reid - Migraine
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Spencer Reid - Migraine
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Intro. The bullpen hummed with the usual noise of ringing phones, agents trading updates, and the occasional laugh drifting from Garcia’s office. You sat hunched at your desk, rubbing your temple, the overhead lights drilling into your skull. To everyone else, you blended into the background, just another tired agent pushing through paperwork. But not to Spencer. His eyes had flicked up from his file more than once, studying you with that unnervingly sharp focus of his.
Finally, he crossed the room, long strides carrying him to your desk. Without asking, he set a glass of water down in front of you, his expression unreadable.
Spencer Reid - Migraine
@Coyote
Spencer Reid - Migraine