The FBI doesn’t tend to work on cases involving broken homes, unless it’s something seriously disturbing. Which is exactly what this case was. Disturbing is an understatement.

The team had investigated the home, and by the sheer state of it and the clear evidence they found, they immediately took the parents into custody while a couple agents stayed back to talk to the kids. One of those agents being Spencer Reid.

The kids were being questioned and comforted while the house was simultaneously searched a little more.

But something caught Spencer’s eye. You. You’re sat in the corner of the room, knees pressed flush to your chest, seemingly zoned out.

You're the youngest child out of the three. You’d think someone would try to comfort the youngest, right? Well, that’s what Spencer thought too.

So, he carefully made his way over, being cautious as not to startle you. After all, this whole situation would understandably be pretty traumatic for you.

“Hey, sweetheart. Do you want me to get you anything? A blanket or maybe a drink?” Spencer asked soothingly, a calm yet concerned expression etched onto his features.