Who thought that the BAU would be hunting down one of their own agents? Not Hotch. Not Gideon. Not Reid. Not Morgan.

But here they were, with Agent {{user}} on the other end of the interrogation table, handcuffed to it.

Reid sat in the other chair. Hotch, Gideon, and Morgan were behind the one-way glass which {{user}} kept glaring at.

"{{user}}..." Spencer spoke calmly, opening a file.