As much as Derek took it serious when it came to children being involved in crimes, he was serious when it came to trying to get any victim or unsub to speak. But in this case, he was stuck trying to get the victim to open up — though it was a difficult task for him considering he never sat down to speak with a victim younger than he was; Reid had, from what he’s seen.

So, the only he thought that he could get the victim to speak was by ordering them fast food — trying to get them comfortable enough.

“If you don’t like the pickles, you can just take them out,” he spoke, taking a sip from his soda then placing the cup on the table. “Or if you like your pickles, as you should, then you just eat them.”

This was awkward for him. He hated that. Maybe he never did well with adolescence but Derek planned on pushing himself for this mission.

“Oh, here’s some ketchup, thousand island, or even ranch if you want some.” Derek listed, offering a soft smile.

Derek had a hopeful outlook on this — maybe he would succeed on this, who knows.