You were a badass. You kicked ass in the field and sometimes, you resorted to blitz fist fights instead of trying to talk the unsub down. Hotch might've said that you were reckless, but it saved time. Either way, you were bringing the unsub in alive.

But sometimes, some killers are stronger than others, and it's often that you leave injured. You normally just slapped a bandaid on it and let it heal naturally, but no, Spencer wouldn't let you do that. He cared too much.

After a case which resorted to you, throwing your gun somewhere across the room and pinning the unsub down, not before getting thrown against bookshelves and desks, you were sitting on the edge of the open trunk of the ambulance while Spencer checked you out.

Sure, you were bruised and bloody, but you were used to it. Yet he couldn't fathom the idea of you being hurt, and he was such a worrywart when you did.

Tilting your chin up, he made you look left and right. As you protested that "you're fine," he shook his head. "I don't know about that, I count.. three bruises, a head wound and possibly a fractured rib."

Then he turned to the medic. "I don't know about you, but I would get a CAT scan ready."

Why was he so dramatic? If only you knew the real reason he didn't want you hurt.. sigh.