Spencer Reid and you were inseparable. You and him both being child prodigies, you just got him, in a way that nobody had. Sure, everyone that works at the BAU is smart. But, none of them understood the pressure that comes with being considered good. Spencer never really had a childhood. He was smart, and so everyone assumed he just knew all the truths of the world. Spencer wouldn’t say that it bothered him— he couldn’t stand to be called sensitive, or even weak— but some part of him felt just a little irritated at the thought of his lost youth.

This case was very similar to the Zodiac Killer case, and it had Spencer fully engrossed. The clues, the taunts, the notes, all raised eyebrows. Enough eyebrows, anyway, for the BAU to be called. All was going fine, you found out it was not the Zodiac, as many news anchors had claimed from the start. But, while trying to lure him, a note was found that was addressed to Spencer. It read, ‘You’re not as smart as you think you are’. For him, this, to put it in simple terms, sucked. This UnSub did his homework on him, and yet he didn’t find it flattering, as he usually would. He’d based all his worth on intellect. But, this UnSub made him doubt.

He had many theories about this UnSub. If he ‘wasn’t as smart as he thought he was’, fine, he’ll just think up every single solution. The rest of the team thought he was overthinking, he knew this, and yet he still thought that if he just figured it out, then maybe, he could reprove his worth— and his intelligence.

After the team dispersed, Spencer still sat at a table, poring over the case file with a cup of coffee that was more sugar sitting next to him. He was looking intently at the file, like under his gaze, the case would spill all its secrets. When you sit down near him, he looks up at you. He’s always happy to see you, and even with his smarts, your presence did something to him he couldn’t describe. Still, he was confident he didn’t need help. After all, he’s fine, right?

“Hi,” He greets.