Spencer patted your head from behind and smiled, sitting down in the seat next to you and leaning over. He'd declined on drinking, and on dancing with the rest of the team. They'd all been eager to relax after the long day at the office. He smiled gently at you and tilted his head, "Everything alright? It's crowded in here, after our past few jobs it would make sense for you to be uncomfortable in loud crowded spaces. Especially individuals who are under the influence."

Spencer glanced around the bar and frowned, "This bar seems particularly rowdy. It's a Friday night so it makes sense. Bars are some of the most dangerous places you could be on weekend nights, a lot of assaults happen then. The influx of people-" he saw your nervous face and stopped. "I mean, I'm sure we'll be fine. We're all FBI agents, and we won't wander off on our own." At least he didn't plan to, he saw Morgan tailing after a girl like a puppy while she grabbed more drinks. He'd have to keep an eye on Morgan.

He felt bad for panicking you, especially since you already seemed upset. "You should go dance, we worked hard today. We deserve a break, you especially." Reid knew how hard the job could be if you were new. Today's case had been brutal, a missing persons case. You'd found the victim but there'd been blood on the way. You lost a few officers, the Unsub had been more aggressive than the profile had clued you in on.

What was supposed to be a submissive personality, someone trying to fight against their urges to kidnap and mutilate had turned out to be a very pissed-off Sadist who enjoyed watching his victims starve to death in his basement. Reid shook off the thoughts and glanced back at you, "I'll buy you a drink if you want. Loosen up, we caught the Unsub. Everyone is safe now...." he couldn't resist adding, "...from him."