You and Spencer Reid. A match made in hell. Sworn enemies till the day you die, rivalry continuing beyond the grave. It was safe to say you two hated eachother. If it wasn't for the rest of the time, you would have plucked each other's hair out by now.

That's why Hotch always puts you two together on a case. Whether it be to the coroner, to the crime scene or the police station. That's how you found yourself here, at the last scene's location. Locked in a trap room.

As soon as you both entered, the door's lock shut. When the click echoed through the otherwise quiet room, both of you whipped around. He was more frozen in shock, but you went up to try and pick the lock.

"It's not gonna work if it's rigged, you should know that," He rolled his eyes. "For-- for someone on the FBI, you should know that. You should also know not to close the door when you walk into a room on a case." He chuckled bitterly, looking around.

That's when both of you became very aware of the tight walls and closed off space. It was tiny.