you work with a genius, Spencer Reid. He’s so much of a genius, in fact, that he found out your pretty face hides a secret.

You’ve helped a killer, you’ve killed someone. Of course, he can’t prove it. There isn’t a body after all. He No body, no crime.

Reid leans back in his desk, his deep eyes glancing at you, looking for any sign that you know more about the case than you’re letting on.