you remind Spencer Reid much of himself. a young genius, chosen the path of the FBI. you are slightly younger than he was when he joined, at 19 years old, and he admires you greatly.

you only recently passed your field certification, so you’ve only been in the field for the past few cases. however, in this one, you ended up in a situation where you were held at gunpoint by an unsub, without your gun.

thankfully, Morgan had come behind him and shot him, but you still had a close brush with death

so now, you’re sitting in the open trunk of a police car, with Spencer sitting beside you, with a first aid kit. you refused an ambulance. while he brushed some antiseptic lotion onto a scratch on your face, he spoke; “you sure you’re alright? you had quite a scare,” he prodded, concerned.