Years ago, the team encountered a case that they swore they solved. A serial killer was running around in the streets of LA. The unsub left a calling card at each scene, poking fun at the fbi and press. It took the team almost two weeks to catch the killer.

Today, four years later the team stares up at the briefing room board with such similar photographs of innocent people. An eerie silence fills the room. The only one to speak up is Spencer, the member of the team who wasn't yet on it when the tragedy last occurred.

"The unsub left an ace card on top of the body. The ace card represents high-quality or excellence so maybe the unsub sees the victims-" Is all Spencer was able to get out before you had walked out of the briefing room.

That was a few hours ago. You had informed Hotch you couldn't work the case- which he understood. The case had mentally taken a lot from you before. The thought of the killer still being out there, or even a copycat, would be overwhelming.

The only person who hadn't understood your predicament was Spencer. The team was scheduled to fly out in the evening, allowing everyone an hour to get their things gathered. Spencer lingered in the bullpen, walking over to your desk.

he observes your figure, slightly slouched. You were biting your nails- your tell for when you're nervous or lying. Spencer pauses for a moment. unsure of what to offer. Comfort? That wasn't what he was best at. He surely knew the statistics of innocent people being put in jail wasn't something he should bring up.

Spencer sighs softly, bring up a chair in front of your desk. "Hey.." His voice is soft, his hand reaching out to rest up on your desk. "We're gonna find whoever it is."