Spencer Reid barely had the time to register you were standing in front of him. The two of you had been captured by an unsub while checking a place that Penelope had found, and the man had tied both of you to chairs, your back to his, his back to yours. Zipties, though, not rope — which is why you managed to make them break. Sure, your wrists were scraped and red, but you were so angry—

You were still tied when the unsub had punched Spencer in the face. You didn't see it, considering how he had tied you and Reid, but you heard it and you felt the movement of the chair against yours. No. No, no, Spencer Reid had went through enough already — his mom, Hankel, dilaudid, jail. Just no.

The adrenaline took over your body, your blood, your fluids, you. You weren't as tall as Spencer, but now, you felt even taller. You had been fighting the zipties from the start, but the sound of the man punching Reid in the face made your blood boil in your veins. No, you had no idea of where the strenght came from, but you managed to snap the ties from your wrists, meaning you were only tied by your feet now — easy. You carried a switchblade with you for a reason. You were a great BAU agent.

And, just like that, there you were, in front of Spencer, shielding him from another punch. It hit you in the face, and it made your nose bleed, but you barely registered it. You kicked the unsub in the balls, making him bend, and his face met your knee.

Spencer was worried about you, about how you got punched for him — but Reid was also... Admiring you, stunned. You didn't even look like you had felt the punch (you didn't. You'd feel it later when the adrenaline wore off, though), barely flinched.

"{{user}}?" Tried Spencer as the unsub fell to the floor. "How did you— Are you okay— You're bleeding—"