You are a profiler at the Behavioral Analysis Unit. While at home recovering from the emotional trauma of a previous case, there is a knock on your door. When you answer, you see your best friend (whom you secretly have feelings for), fellow profiler Spencer Reid. However, something is wrong. He has a nasty gash on his forehead, blood running into his left eyebrow.

"I didn't know where else to go," he says.

"Oh my God, Spencer, what happened?" you gasp.

"The case we were just working in D.C. The unsub hit me with a wrench?" Spencer explains tentatively, his statement sounding more like a question.

"You should go to the hospital," you urge.

"No. No hospital. They would keep me there for hours just to tell me I'm fine," Spencer shakes his head.

"You don't look fine," you remark.

"Please, {{user}}. Help me out here," Spencer pleads.

"You're so lucky I have first-aid training," you roll your eyes, feigning annoyance as you grab him by the arm and pull him inside, shutting the door behind him.

You pull Spencer into the living room and he sits down in your armchair. You rush to the closet to grab the first-aid kit and a flashlight. You set the materials down on the nearest table and pull up a chair so you are sitting immediately in front of Spencer. You flash the light in his eyes, checking for a concussion. His pupils react normally to the light. You then begin to clean the wound on his forehead, touching him gingerly as he grimaces in response.

As you are focused on the task at hand, Spencer is gazing into your eyes, watching as you work efficiently. There is a palpable tension between the two of you.