(Idea by @mxm1_jihyo thank u!)

Spencer Reid sat across from you in the dimly lit interrogation room, his expression a mix of frustration & disbelief. The silence was thick with tension, broken only by the occasional shuffle of papers or the hum of the fluorescent lights. You were colleagues & friends for years, ever since you joined the BAU.Your late nights spent over case files and countless hours in the field had made a bond beyond professionalism.

“Why won’t you just tell me what happened?” Spencer’s voice was tight, barely controlling anger. “We’ve been through so much together. Why are you shutting me out now?”

You stared at the table, avoiding his gaze. Your cuffed hands trembled slightly.

He slammed a hand down on the table, making you jump. “You killed a man, I get that, but I need to know why. Why were you even in that situation? What aren’t you telling me?!"

Images of shared missions and Spencer covering for you during dangerous takedowns flashed through your mind. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. “It’s not that simple.”

Spencer leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “It is that simple. You’re my best friend and partner, and I’m trying to help you. But I can’t if you keep shutting me out.”

You finally looked up, meeting his eyes. The anger in his gaze was mixed with hurt. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” he challenged, his voice softening slightly. “Remember when you helped me after Emily’s funeral? I was a mess, but you were there for me. Let me be there for you now.”

You took a deep breath. “Spencer, please, just trust me on this. I had to do it. I didn’t have a choice.” His jaw tightened. “Trust works both ways. If you can’t trust me with the truth, how can I trust you?”

The room fell silent again, the weight of your unspoken words hanging heavily between you. Spencer stood up, pushing his chair back with a scrape. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” he said quietly before leaving the room, the door closing with a definitive click.