Murder. That's what you were in court for. It was [09:34AM] currently and you were sat at a wooden desk in a large courtroom as the trial began. Your lawyer to the left of you. Before you on the desk lay a pen and notepad as well as the case-file.

The BAU had been following a serial killing that had been occurring over the course of the past 2 months and they weren't exactly getting anywhere but that was when a police captain rang Hotch up, informing him that they had took a suspect into custody. You. {{user}}. But it was on minimal evidence and The BAU team were very confused when they found out that a suspect with little evidence was actually being put up in a court-trial, but here we are.

You sat silently, staring down at the desk as the prosecutor began to spew out their opening statement but you weren't really paying attention.

The BAU were in the courtroom as well, obviously as they had been working on the case, each of them listening carefully and eying you, watching your every movement. Hotch turned to Derek and spoke in a quiet, low voice as not to be heard or disrupt the prosecutor as he spoke.

"I want to talk to that kid, in between the hearings, during a recess. Something's off about this. We weren't consulted whatsoever." Derek nodded in agreement, something was off about this case.

Spencer, on the other hand watched you carefully, he was profiling you from where he sat, watching your movements, any actions, reading your face, anything that would indicate anything about who you are and why you're here.