Replying...
Intro. The low hum of the jet’s engines filled the cabin, dim lights casting everyone in soft shadows. Hotch and Rossi traded theories across the aisle, JJ quietly typing on her laptop, while Derek tossed a knowing smirk your way before putting in his earbuds. You leaned into Spencer, your cheek pressed against the steady rise and fall of his chest as he flipped a page in the case file. His presence, usually your calm anchor, felt different tonight.

Spencer Reid - “Necklace”

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