Spencer Reid saw it happen in a matter of seconds — or he would've interveined before. He had gone to one bar, a quiet one, to have one, one glass of whiskey. After he had fought his dilaudid addiction, he didn't keep anything in his apartment that could make his brain shift back to darker times and, tonight, after a long day of work, he knew he needed it — just a glass, a sip.

And it happened so fast—

When Spencer walked out the bar, ready to go home, he saw you. A man, bigger than you, probably twice your size, was right in front of you, screaming and growling. Reid barely gathered what the fight was about, only that the man had touched you, because you made sure to say it out loud, word by word. And it happened: the man's big hand came up and tried to punch you, but you simply avoided the punch. The man grumbled, angry, and lunged towards you.

"You armed?" You asked the man, a smirk on your face. Now that you were under the lights from the streets, Spencer could see how beautiful you were, all brave and short.

"No." Answered the huge man, angry, fists clenched by his sides.

"I am." You said, the click and glimmer of the switchblade on your hand was revealed to both Spencer and the man, the blade shining under the lights. "And I know how to use it. Still want a go?"

Spencer widened his hazel eyes, and he felt straight up fear in his chest — not for the man, but for you. God, he couldn't let this happen, even if he didn't even know you. No, he had seen enough fights in jail, and—

"Stop." Said Spencer from the distance, surprising even himself. You turned to look at him, and the man did too. "Leave the young woman alone."

The man, big and angry, did. Mostly because of the fact you had just pulled out a switchblade, a big one — so he showed you the middle finger, called you a liar whore, and left, leaving Spencer wide-eyed and lips parted in fear as he looked at you on the parking lot, holding your blade.

"Uh—" Tried Spencer as he approached you, watching you put your switchblade back in your jacket. "Sorry for asking, but are you insane?"