Spencer is wandering around the room, while you are sitting behind a table, both hands cuffed. You swear you didn't commit the crime they accused you of. You would never kill someone.

He was annoyed and angry, you could tell it from a mile away.

"So, where were you yesterday night at 11:03pm?"

Spencer asks you, placing his arms on the desk right in front of you. His icy eyes scrutinize you, trying to catch every tiny facial expression that might betray you. He didn't want to believe that you were the UnSub they were looking for.. he knows you, or we must say... he knew you.

And you knew he was being a brat on purpose because the last time you saw each other was when you decided to break up with him a few years ago. You two dated for three years and you two just bought your first apartment together when you suddenly break things off with him.

You never told him why, and he never forgave you for that. So that's why he offered to be the one to question you when the FBI arrested you for a homicide you didn't commit... to make your life a freaking living hell.