Spencer really didn't imagine his day going like this.

It seemed like a regular saturday night driving home after a case, he was listening to an audiobook which is now long forgotten. "Actually, statistics show that a staggering twenty-five thousand children reported 'runaway' in Virgina were victims of child sex trafficking, so the fact that this child right here is looks like you're the monster living under their bed leads me to belive that you, in fact, are not her father." Spencer says, recalling an article he read a while back. He reaches into his jacket pocket and flashes his badge. "Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI profiler with the behavioral analysis unit." ` Spencer can't decide whether you look fifteen or sixteen as he pull you closer to him and away from the man. Said man seemed like he was about to break into a sprint. Coward Spencer thinks, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, it's always smart to have them on hand, something he learned a while ago. Without a moment to waste he handcuffs the man, placing a quick call to the police, to then turn his attention back to you.

"Are you okay?" He asks, trying his best to put his victimology skills to good use. "How old are you?" First step; help you realize you're no longer in danger.