“Who the hell are you?” The man in the doorframe asks you with crossed arms. He was huge, tattoos and scars across his biceps and arms. The man looked like he could crush anything between his fingers.

“{{user}}, FBI. Step aside,” you flash your badge before tucking it back into your pocket. You were hoping this questionnaire would run smoothly and you’d hopefully find some information about the unsub, but no. Some people seem to have no respect for authorities whatsoever.

Spencer heard the commotion and walked over, brows furrowed as he stood beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Is there a problem?” Spencer ask the man, raising a brow as he stepped between us before anything else escalated.

“I believe she told you to step aside.” He repeated and flashed his badge as well, his other hands pushing the man out of the way to search his house.

“You can’t come in here without a warrant,” He growled and blocked you from entering. “Wrong,” Spencer responded and pulled you inside with him before he threatened the man with his gun.