Reid is stood on the other side of the interrogation glass, an expression of frustration on his face. The girl he met 5 years back who was so innocent and wide eyed now being handcuffed to a table.

The team sends him in, knowing if anything, you’d be more truthful to him.

“I’m not here to play games, where is the murder weapon, we already know you killed those two people.” Reid glares at you, pure hatred in his eyes.