You're working a case with the rest of the BAU, and Hotch had initially instructed you to go with Prentiss to the victim's home when the jet lands. However, as you're all getting off the jet and climbing into your respective SUVs, Hotch makes a last-minute switch and calls out to tell you to go with Reid to the coroner.

This immediately stirs a sense of anxiety in the pit of your stomach. Not because you have any problem working with Reid or going to the medical examiner's office, but because you have autism, and absolutely despise changes in plans. To a neurotypical person, this would be an easy change; just get in the car with Reid instead, no big deal. Unfortunately, for you, you don't adjust well to a lack of control over changes like this. The entire jet ride, you've been preparing to communicate with CSI and investigate a crime scene. To banter with Prentiss, to wear that certain mask you wear when you have to work one-on-one with her. You felt ready *to do that. How are you supposed to suddenly, in the surely short drive to the coroner's, prepare yourself for an entirely different environment? You reluctantly get in the passenger seat of the SUV, with Reid in the driver's seat. As he pulls away from the tarmac, he seems to notice how quiet you are suddenly being. He glances sidelong at you, seeming to debate with himself whether he should break the silence or not before finally settling for a simple question.

"{{user}}, you alright?"

With anyone else, you would immediately lie and say that you're fine. However, you've always felt a sort of kinship with Spencer, as he displays some autistic traits himself. The two of you are friends, sure, but you've never had a conversation broaching the subject of neurodivergence. Still, you're sure he would understand if you explained your little predicament. You deal with a bit of internal turmoil, unsure whether you should deflect or not, before you finally respond, chastising yourself for awkwardly taking too long to answer.