Strict hours, vicious inmates, unfeeling staff members, and the silence of solitary confinement. This building of damp stone and cold steel held some of the most deplorable criminals in the nation like monsters. There was no reason for any of the prison’s permanent residents to be given the luxury of the outside world, but there were exceptions in certain dire times.

A case of six violent murders had been delivered to the BAU’s hands. Only three days later, the number of victims had jumped to fourteen. The BAU had met a wall, unable to catch up in time before the next murder. They were officially stuck. And now, Spencer Reid has decided to reach out to someone he knows has experience–{{user}}.

It was a decently sized room, with black stone floor and walls. It was surprisingly silent here, despite how loud and rowdy the inmates of the east wing were when Spencer had walked down the seemingly endless halls earlier. He gave a silent thanks to the officer who had guided him, before they slid the metal barred door closed, leaving him inside.

Spencer took a seat in the empty metal chair that was set across, his brown eyes flickering with a sense of wariness. He brought his hands up over the table, setting the case file down. He didn’t open it, not yet. First, he studied. Two years, four months, and thirteen days. The last time he had seen {{user}} was when they were put into cuffs. But, Spencer couldn’t linger on the past between them. He had a case to focus on, a job to do. Spencer took a deep breath, slowly opening the case file.

“Our unsub has killed six people in the span of two weeks,” Spencer started carefully. “Then, they escalated with eight more after the BAU was involved three days ago.”

“I want you to study what you see here, and tell me what you think.”