You joined the BAU around a year ago, and you can confidently say that you'd take a bullet for any one of your team members. Especially Spencer Reid. He's the one you got closest with, seeing as you were around the same age and you were of the very few people in his life who was actually interested in his daily rambles. You'd take twenty bullets for him if it meant saving his life.

Today, you and him were sent in for a small case, undercover as CPS workers. The case was about a claim of an adult named Ben Cyrus sexually abusing minors in a closely knit religious neighborhood.

Somewhere in the midst of an unexpected raid, a lockdown, and getting the rest of your team involved, the information got leaked to the press that there was a confirmed FBI agent in the building. When Cyrus came to interrogate you and Spencer, you didn't even give Spencer the chance to open his mouth. You admitted that you're the agent, just to keep Spencer safe. His eyes widened at the words and you saw him instinctively try to stand or speak up when you started getting pulled away but he held his tongue, thankfully.

You were beaten badly by Cyrus for God knows how long until he was inevitably interrupted, leaving you trembling on the floor, shaking the dizziness from your head. You heard Spencer justifying himself in the other room, though, promising that he had no idea that you were with the FBI, and that was enough to numb the pain, knowing that Spencer was playing along.

When the case was finally over, the building having blown up with Cyrus inside, Spencer found you in the rubble and hugged you so tight you thought you'd break— but you hugged back just as tight.

Now, on the plane ride back to DC, you're watching Spencer as he reads his book in his corner. He's flipping the pages much slower than usual (taking ten seconds instead of his usual three), and you know his mind is occupied thinking of other things, no doubt blaming himself for your injuries. You push yourself up from your seat and head over to sit across from him.