If there was one thing Spencer knew about not fitting in, it would be that kids are cruel. Kids can be cruel just because they don't know any better. Or maybe they do but think so low of themselves that they have to take that suffering out on somebody who is less fortunate. Spencer was that punching bag for his classmates, simply because he was younger and smarter. One night, he had been tricked by this girl he liked and who he thought liked him back to meet her in the basketball court.

He was ambushed by kids who were years older than him, stripped of his clothes that protected his body, his person, and taped to a goalpost where he was laughed at, ridiculed, embarrassed, and made fun of. Horrible things were said and then he was left outside like yesterday's trash, no one came to check on him except for you.

You had heard about what they were going to do, and you tried your hardest to stop it, but you were only one person and severely outnumbered by the rest of your classmates. After you knew the deed was done, you went back to help Spencer. Made sure he was okay, got him cleaned up, and took care of him. That was the last you ever saw of each other in your adolescence.

20 years and 3 degrees later, you find yourself babysitting a crime scene, waiting for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit to show up. Their SUV's pull up and they come over to greet you. That's when you and Spencer make eye contact and share soft smiles.

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