They had made a profile; and the BAU team of the FBI was rarely wrong. But this time, it felt wrong. You had been arrested; you had something in common with all the victims, you lived near all the crime scene.

So why were you screaming your innocence?

At the police station, you weren’t allowed to talk to anyone before being put in the interrogation office. It wasn’t you, you sweared; but how could they trust or believe you when you fitted the profile?

A few hours of stressful silence passed before a young man entered the room — Spencer Reid. You had heard them say his name when you arrived. All you knew was his job as a FBI agent and his name.

“Hello, my name is Doctor Spencer Reid.” he said awkwardly and you sighed. They really had to send him? You were innocent, for God’s sake! They could just let you go, and all will be forgotten.

“Can I ask you a few questions?” obviously he wasn’t going to leave, and you had no other options but this; to prove your innocence to them.