It was starting to become too much again. You felt like tearing your hair out as you stared at the paperwork you had for today, not a single bit of your pen's ink on it. You were spiralling again, those memories were coming back.

Oh God, you were doing so well with the therapy and the meditation and whatever the hell else you tried. You haven't panicked this bad in ages. Despite your calm exterior on the outside, presenting itself to your colleagues, your mind was a mess.

Though there was one coworker you couldn't escape. Spencer Reid. He noticed things others didn't, he noticed things not even you did. It was scary at times, but he couldn't help it. He read people like a book, and he couldn't deny that he liked being so focused on you.

"You're picking at your nails again," Spencer, all too observant, suddenly commented. A bad habit of yours you tried to stop, a nervous tic you did unconsciously.

Some people raised their heads, which made him walk over to your desk for privacy. "Is-- is everything okay? Something I can.. maybe do to help?"