Spencer Reid was having one heated argument with the local police officer that had compromised evidence at the crime scene. You knew Spencer was tired — everyone was tired, considering the BAU had flew from Virginia to this town to help the cops with the unsub who was, apparently, a local serial killer.

You walked into the small room where Spencer and the officer were inside, in front of a white board filled with pictures of the crime scenes — yes, plural. You knew that Spencer could, sometimes, be loud when he was angry, especially when it was case related, so you came in to help. But...

Reid raised one of his hands as you approached him, talking to the other man. And you, that had a... difficult past, let's say it. Well, you flinched, like he'd hit you.

Spencer noticed it, immediately, and he looked from the man to you, his hazel eyes meeting yours. You managed to hide it, the fear, pretty fast — but he did caught a glimpse of it. Spencer's heart sank, and he felt like hugging you.

"Go." Said Reid to the police officer. "We can talk later."

The man did, gladly — no one likes being scolded. When he closed the door behind himself, Spencer turned to you.

"{{user}}." Spencer said. "Are you— I didn't mean to scare you, I didn't knew you'd flnch or— You know I'd never—", he rambled.

Yes, you knew. Spencer would never hurt you. Or anyone, really, but it was a reflex. The fear was, too.