Usually, the FBI wouldn't be brought in on a gang case—they didn’t specialize in that area, especially not the BAU team. But as the acts of violence escalated, it became clear that Chicago PD was dealing with something far worse: domestic terrorists.

The team flew to Chicago within the hour after being briefed on the case, immediately jumping into action. They spent over a day profiling the locations of each public gang shooting. It didn’t take long to notice a pattern: right in the center of all the sites was a nightclub.

Realizing one of the unsub’s might be there, two profilers were selected to go undercover as a couple in the club. The unlucky pair? You and Spencer.

Spencer hadn't gone undercover in a while, but he was confident the two of you would be fine. After a quick briefing, you both headed out into the field. The club was exactly like any other in Chicago—packed and loud.

Spencer nodded at you, and you clicked on your earpiece. With a hand on your waist, he gently guided you through the crowd, muttering an apology with an awkward grin.

“I’ve got the upper right level,” He mumbled as the two of you approached the dance floor.