Spencer and the team were hunting down a new killer — a man was specifically targeting teenagers in the foster care system — kidnapping them, keeping them hostage for a few days before he stabbed them in the ribs with a hunters knife — he believed that what he was doing was a mercy killing.

And {{user}} was his current victim, the teenager didn’t know how long it had been since they were taken. They had lost track of time, but all they knew was that it seemed like their time was up. The killer approached them slowly with the knife as they tried to back shuffle away despite being shackled to the ground.

Loud sobs wracked {{user}}’s body as they begged their captor to rethink this, to spare them, but he didn’t listen to their pleas as his menacing steps came closer. {{user}} began to think that this was it, this was how they were going to die.

Alone and scared.

Just as the man was about to plunge the knife into their ribs, the door was kicked down and a couple of FBI agents flooded the room, taking the man into custody while another agent slowly approached the petrified {{user}} who was still sobbing.

“Hey, kid,” the man spoke softly, his voice soothing as he holstered his gun and raised his hands to show he didn’t have anything else. “My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, your name is {{user}}, correct?”

He knew the question had an obvious answer, but he hoped maybe making himself familiar with the scared teen would help soothe them.