Hotch had deemed him experienced enough to go solo to interrogate you, a criminal caught with potential insight on a case. Despite his very few complaints, here he was, clammy hand on the doorknob, avoiding your gaze.

“Doctor Spencer Reid from the FBI. I'd like to ask you a few questions. You don't mind?” Spencer's voice tried to contempt some form of templance, his fingers holding papers, photos, files. Another pretty profiler to talk their way into your head.

Please, let it be over soon.