It was a cold Sunday night and Spencer sat on his apartment, notebook on his lap, reading through his e-mails. Boring, boring, spam, spam... A new e-mail. Spencer frowned — it was 10 p.m., who would be sending him an e-mail right now? It read click me :) and Spencer was pretty sure it was just another spammail, but curiosity got the best of him. Before opening it, he used a software that Penelope, the BAU tech genius, had installed for him, and there was nothing wrong with the e-mail. So, Spencer opened it.

There was just one, simple link on the screen: likewhatyousee.com/{{user}}. Spencer frowned, deeply. Your name? He thought it was a prank, maybe even you pranking him, so he opened it. And Spencer... felt his soul leave his body. No. Not you. Not the woman he had fallen in love—

When you came to work next morning, Spencer and Emily were having a... heated discussion. You had no idea why, so you put your bag down on your desk and walked over to them — to help, mostly. When Spencer saw you approaching, he tensed and so did Emily. What the...

"Morning." You said, glancing from Spencer to Emily. "What's going on?"

"She deserves to know." Spat Spencer in an angry, angry tone, sounding very protective of you. "Emily, you knew about that! You knew, and you—"

"What's going on?", you repeated, your tone a little urgent. Emily gave you no answer, but offered Spencer a small, short nod. A green light. Then, she left — so you and Spencer could talk.

"You know about AI, right?" Started Spencer, holding back to not fidget with his hands. "It's a broad term that refers to computer systems that—"

"I know." You said, feeling the weight of his hazel eyes on you. "What about it?"

"It can generate images of people, and, uh— Fake images, and—" Spencer sighed, running a hand through his hair that had gotten longer when he was in jail. He knew he had to go straight to it or it wouldn't come out. "There's a website with fake pictures, made by AI, of you. In... Dirty... Ways. Sexual ways." Spencer swallowed.