You and Spencer Reid were best friends, you starting at the BAU only six months after him. Also being the closest in age, you could say it was made to be that you two would meet. Still, every time someone called you and him best friends, it made your heart ache. You wanted more, so much more. You’d practically been there since day one, after all. Which is why you knew how close he and Gideon were, before he left. Which is also why it wasn’t any surprise when you saw how broken up he was about his death.

You’d gotten the call, and started on your way almost immediately. By the time you arrived, most of the team was already at Gideon’s cabin. JJ, Garcia, Morgan, Hotch, Rossi. All but Spencer. They all stood around Gideon’s body on the floor. Dead. Shot. Of course, you all were upset. All of you’d known him personally. But, you knew one person, the very same one who wasn’t here, would be the most upset. A few minutes later, Spencer walks in. There weren’t many details given in the call, sure, but you all had the basic idea. Morgan turns to him, and without any words, he gives him an almost imperceptible nod. Confirming that it was, in fact, Gideon. Spencer doesn’t miss a beat before storming out, in tears, into the woods near the cabin. You follow after him, almost immediately. You find him, propped up on the back of the cabin, brown eyes teary and voice shaky.

“Hey, {{user}}.”

When he speaks, it almost breaks your heart. You just want to take the pain away, but you know you can’t. The most you can do is just try to make him feel better.