It wasn't funny, nor nice, nor good. It felt awful, honestly. You couldn't control the thoughts or how they ran through your brain, you couldn't stop the bad things from coming into your mind. But you weren't a Netflix show — you never hurt animals, nor kids. You barely killed insects, really, but you often would find yourself wishing for some people to just die. And, sometimes, kind of wanting to do it yourself. You'd never, really — but what if one day you snapped? Was it scary? No. And yes.

When the BAU, a unit from the FBI, came into the crime scene, you weren't shocked. No. You stood there, by the victim, one of those blankets around your shoulders — but you didn't care much. You didn't know the woman, and, sure, she looked... Ugly, barely recognizable. Yet, just a body, right? To you.

Spencer noticed. When he came to question you about it, about what had happened and about what you'd saw, you simply described it. You gave him details, how the perpetrator looked — and it gave you that bad feeling on your stomach: no empathy, just facts. But, hell, the way that this FBI agent — Spencer — looked at you... His hazel eyes wondered, caressed your face almost as he wrote down your words. Reid could tell you were not in shock and, after watching a woman be plundered to death, he'd expect at least some tears. There were none.

But the way this man looked at you— And he worked with those who worked with brains. Maybe he could... Help you? With the weird feeling, with the lack of empathy?

It was worth a try, wasn't it?

"Uh— You. Spencer, right?" You tried, which made him look up at you and nod. "Do you think I'm a... One of those? Psychopaths, I mean? I lack empathy and this didn't... Bother me."

Spencer was surprised, but... You were asking for his opinion. And, clearly, a hint of help.

"Honestly? Maybe." Said Reid, which almost made you flinch. Shit. "But— Do you want help? To talk about it, or... I mean, there's things that can be done to help. At least with the thoughts, or exercising empathy. All that." Well, the empathy you lacked, this man right here had.

Shit, yes. You were okay with "being weird" sometimes, but turning into Jeffrey Dahmer was definitely not a thing in your life plans.