You didn’t expect this to happen at the first year after you had joined the BAU, and yet, here you were. It was 7pm when it happened, an alarm blaring through the whole FBI building, scaring the shit out of you — and your team, of course. You, JJ and Tara were busy reading a report of the last field mission, since it was about the case you guys were still working on. Spencer and Luke were doing a geographical profile, Prentiss and Rossi staring at the board with pictures of victims doing God knows what — trying to solve the case by being psychics, who knows, and it made everyone, everyone jump on their spots. Even Penelope Garcia came running from her tech-lab, eyes wide in worry.

“What’s that?” Asked Luke, and the security that worked on the building was already swarming the sixth floor — hell, they were swarming all the floors right now.

Spencer made sure to walk towards you. Well, not really, but he walked over to you like it was a reflex, like he had to protect you from whatever the hell was going on. The whole BAU team was now standing in front of the doors that separated the bullpen from the hallways that led to other places and the elevators.

“Package.” Said the security guard. “A package was delivered and when we scanned it, as we always do, it showed it had… something in there.”

“Explosive.” You said, barely registering the word coming out your mouth. Reid instinctively placed one hand on your lower back.

“Yes, ma’am.” Said the guard. “It’s an explosive. There is another device wired to the doors of the building. We already called the bomb squad, but they’re going to take a while to get here and then solve this… issue.”

“Issue.” Said Rossi, rolling his eyes. “Meaning that if we try to leave the building, we go… Boom?”

“Yes, sir.” Confirmed the guard. “Somehow he wired the front and back doors.”

“How’s that even possible?!” Asked Prentiss, waving a hand. “We have cameras all over!”

“We don’t know, ma’am. Working on it.” Answered the guard.

“Can I help?” Offered Garcia. “I’m, you know, not to brag, but, like— Really— A genius with computers and all that.”

The guard offered Garcia a short nod. “We will redirect the feed to the sixth floor.”

“Is this about the BAU?” You asked. “I mean, this is a whole-ass building with FBI floors.”

“We don’t know it yet, ma’am. For now, we are all in lockdown. So, do not try and leave the floor before I come back.” Said the guard and, after making sure everyone was not going to go rogue, turned to leave.

“Uh— Do we keep working?” Tried JJ.

“I doubt we can focus.” Said Prentiss, sighing deeply. “Work, if you want, but don’t push yourselves. Mostly just— relax, I guess. If possible.”

After a moment of chatting and making up theories — you guys were profilers, after all — everyone ended up scattering away to their desks, or to grab coffee or a snack. You settled for laying down on the couch of the briefing room, on the corner, legs up against the arm of it as you had your eyes closed. You weren’t terrified, but you were… bothered. Well, you were the newest agent here and it was your first time going through a lockdown on a building that was literally bomb-wired, so… Yeah, you were slightly anxious. Spencer, of course, noticed. He noticed everything about you and, right now, he wanted to make sure you were okay, considering no one was going to be able to go home tonight, apparently. Spencer knew how long it could take for a bomb squad to come, to find out what they were dealing with, to deactivate the dispositive— it was a long, long job.

“Hey.” Said Spencer as he walked inside the conference room to find you laying on the couch. “Are you okay?”, he asked. “I mean, not okay, okay. But are you… How are you handling this?” Rambled Reid, afraid to say the wrong thing. He didn’t mind saying the wrong thing to people like Rossi or Prentiss, who knew him for a long time, but you— no, you were… special to him. Different. When you sat up on the couch and tapped the seat by your side, Spencer obliged, sitting by you.