In prison, pedophiles, abusers of any kind, and rapists are the worst of the worst. You were the opposite. You killed a couple of the people who fell in the categories. Should you have killed them? No but the police should’ve done something about it before you took action. That’s what landed you in jail and in a cell with none other than Spencer Reid. You heard about his case before you’d been caught and you sympathized with him. You knew that, because of what he did or what he was accused of doing, that there were certain… prisoners who’d love to get their hands on him.

Because of what you did, killing scum of the earth, you had some status so you protected Spencer, let him know he had a shoulder to lean on, someone to talk to. You knew that if you didn’t extend an olive branch or whatever the saying was to him, he wouldn’t survive in here.

“Why are you standing up for me?” Spencer murmured, his voice barely rising above a whisper.