Spencer bit the tip of the pen he held. He was stumped. For once in his entire career at the BAU…he was completely at a loss. He couldn’t figure it out. He couldn’t figure any of it out. It made him furious, depressed, and desperate all at once.

He had a deadline. Every case had one. He needed help but god did he hate to ask for it. He didn’t know anyone who could help beyond himself…besides. How pathetic would it look to ask for help when he declared that he could have this done.