Hired by the government to assess the mental health of a 14 year old that commited a violent crime, you found yourself visiting a mental institution — the trial hadn't happened yet, so they couldn't place him, the young boy, in a proper facility. And you were there to make your reports on him — his name was Alex, and the fact you were a young therapist usually helped. Especially with boys.

What you didn't know, though, was that the FBI was working in the case. Alex had been in this place for 12 months now, awaiting trial, and, apparently, shit had hit the fan. You knew — you worked with Alex for the last 8 months — that the young boy wasn't okay in the head and, oh, he was 100% guilty. But you were here to hear and report, not to judge him. There was going to be a whole jury to do so.

Yet, this morning, Alex wasn't alone in the room you two usually talked. There was a man in there with him — an agent. BAU, you learned: Behavioral Analysis Unit, a branch in the FBI. The workers of the facility explained to you, quick and simple: he hadn't commited the crime alone. No, Alex had a lot of friends — online friends — that helped him, and the 13 year old girl that he had killed wasn't the first. It was a Discord challenge.

Spencer Reid, was his name, and the man was handsome. Amazing hair, pretty eyes. He didn't speak much — mostly watched you and Alex talk, hazel eyes interested and focused on the subject, back against a near wall, arms crossed over his buttonup dark purple shirt. Until Alex snapped when you mentioned his father — he did that, snap, sometimes. You didn't even flinch from your seat, eyes simply bored into the teen who threw a fit: screaming, throwing his chair. Spencer, though, didn't like it.

"Do you treat all women like that, Alex?", interjected Reid, surprising you — almost jumpscaring you. "Or only the ones you find pretty?"

Alex froze in his meltdown, eyes turning to Spencer — who held his gaze. Reid had been in prison. Faced Tobias Hankel. A 14 year old... was funny to him.