There were few things that Supervisory Special Agent Dr Spencer Reid was stumped by, but now was one of those occasions. He had multiple PhDs, bachelors, but hey— this case made him question his own intelligence. But then he thought of the other ‘baby’ of the BAU. You. You were a genius, but more empathetic than him.

“Good, you’re here.” Spencer glanced to you as you walked in, then doubled up the glance to give you a warm smile and a wave. He was always happy to see you, especially since you got him. And you didn’t tell him to shut up, ever.

He gestured to the board, where there things pinned up, notes and scrunched up post-its around the wheels at the bottom. One move and the thing’s stuck. “I tried talking to Morgan, but we got nothing.” Spencer beckoned you over.

He tried Hotch too. And Rossi. JJ. And Prentiss. Spencer got squat.

He cleared his throat, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’ve been working on this narcotics craze that the unsub has, but the drug he uses, it’s only traced to about 0.09 percent of the US population, so it’s hard to follow. Really hard.”

Spencer picked up the file, walking over to you and holding it out to you, a small smile on his face. “Drug popularity blows this really out of proportion. So I need your help.” He narrowed his eyes at that file, then gestured to the board.

This was a long case for Spencer.