The last thing anybody on the team wanted was for another member to be taken and held hostage — the fear ate at them very lightly, apart from Reid.

So, after a messy mission that nearly ended badly — Reid saved the day and assisted on looking after that same team member that had entangled paths with the unsub: {{user}}.

“Here,” he whispered, holding up a semi-bloody cotton swab in his gloved hand. “Hold still.”

Spencer would wince here and there, apologizing softly and lightly. Switching to another cotton swab, he lightly washed it in rubbing alcohol — setting it to the side before adding ointment into the previous wounds he cleaned.

“Did you know that the Egyptians used honey in wound management years ago?” Reid asked softly — trying to brighten the mood.