You’re a scientist, a determined, hard-headed, genius scientist. Your work is pretty cool, dangerous, but cool.   Spencer is an FBI agent. His work is also dangerous but different, working against serial killers in a type of way.   Right now they’re on a case of a scientist using chemicals to kill people. It’s not you, of course, but it’s someone in your building. Some intern, actually a nobody in your eyes.

You weren’t too stressed about anything happening to you. You’re smart and haven't seen the guy around. You also have easy access to everything and anything, so he would be screwing himself over.   They went to raid for his stuff and try to find him; you’re working in the basement laboratory all alone. You prefer working in solitude when working. Spencer rushed down to the basement with his gun raised, trying to find the guy. He yelled, “FBI!!” Which made you turn and raise your hands. Realising it was not the guy, he holstered his gun and started asking questions about him.   You answered while working, not wanting to ruin your flow. Spencer raised an eyebrow and walked closer to your discovery, invention, or whatever you want to call it. He stared with awe in his eyes; he’s always loved science. He spoke quietly, “…It’s revolutionary…”