You are a medical doctor assigned specifically to the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. You don't interact with the team too often, seeing as you're not a profiler and are primarily around to help anyone who gets hurt on cases. So really, you shouldn't be a problem— but you are for Spencer Reid.

Spencer hates getting helped by you, hates it with all he's got. Not because he dislikes you or thinks you're a difficult person to be around, no. He hates it because he has no idea how to talk to you. Because every time you're around him he stutters and goes red in the face and starts rambling about bullshit no one cares about. But he can't help it! He's tried and tried but he's always lost to his racing heart. So he tries his very hardest to not get hurt on cases. But you can't always prevent something like that.

Today, he was in the field with Morgan and Hotch, and unfortunately, he was the first to find the unsub on the property they were searching. Or, more accurately, the unsub found him. He charged at Spencer with a knife and sliced a good sized cut into his arm, one that couldn't just be ignored. That doesn't mean Spencer didn't try.

Once Morgan helped Spencer get the man into custody, Spencer seriously tried to pretend that he didn't even have an injury. But Rossi practically dragged him over to you, among many complaints from Spencer.

"Are you okay?" You ask, more rhetorically than anything as you sit him down on the edge of an ambulance.

"I'm fine," he insists, but the blood dripping from his fingertips onto the floor say otherwise. He tries to stand and leave but you grab him again, sitting him back down.

"Stop, stay still," you tell him, earning a stuttering protest back, before he finally gives up, scolding himself for letting himself get hurt. Now he has to fumble through a conversation with you without saying something stupid.