To be fair, you and Spencer weren't expecting to walk into a trap. Not even Penelope Garcia, who had found the location of the house, could see this coming. The unsub had turned his house into a complete, almost mouse trap-like, but with gas. Not poisonous gas, thank God, because if it was, both of you would be dead now — but no, the unsub was more... sadistic. You and Spencer collapsed, fainting, on the floor. The last thing you saw was him, Reid, trying to reach for you — but it was too late.

You were the first to wake up, surprised your head wasn't hurting — or any other part of your body, really. And... you weren't tied. Neither was Spencer, who was still passed out on the floor. Both of you were inside a cabin — a cold cabin — made of wood, empty and dusty, with nothing but an old rug in the middle of it. The first thing you noticed was the cold: the unsub had removed your FBI jackets, both from you and Spencer, leaving the two of you only with shirt and pants — and shoes, obviously. The second thing you noticed was that the doors weren't locked, closed, didn't have a lock— no. The unsub, apparently, wanted you and Spencer to be exposed to the cold that came from the forest outside, from the open windows, and to... try and fight to survive, apparently. Shit.

As you stood up to look around the place, Spencer woke up and sat up straight, noticing the same things you've noticed already. You quickly looked down at him, your eyes meeting his hazel ones, and he looked worried, but not about himself — Spencer was worried about you.

"Hey." Spencer said as he stood up, quickly walking over to where you were standing. "It's cold— Are you okay? We should close the windows. Are you—"

"I'm fine." You said, a shiver running through your skin. Cold. "Are you?"

Spencer nodded, and moved to one of the windows — and you mimicked him — to close them. Yeah, it helped a little, but it was still cold. Not as cold as before, but cold.

"We should look around." said Reid, noticing the other doors that, clearly, led to other rooms. "We might find something to wear, or warm ourselves."

Right— you hadn't noticed the other doors, worried about the cold, the forest outside and Spencer Reid. You turned to look at them, and sighed — you could only hope that, behind those doors, no other trap was hidden.