“We’re only trying to understand.” Spencer spoke softly, the interrogation room was cold and empty, he knew that it was a place that nobody wanted to be in, especially you. It didn’t take a profile to see how freaked out you were, it was as plain as anything.

There had been a horrible, freak accident. There weren’t many details yet, and it wouldn’t normally be something that his team was involved in, until the local police had insisted that the BAU come speak to you.

Right before the event, you had freaked out, causing an uproar with a few other people who followed you out before the incident.

The strange part was how you claimed to know what was going to happen before it did. Every single detail, you had known it better than anyone on the scene had, and you knew it before. It didn’t make any sense.

Now, Spencer was in this position of questioning you, your answers the same as the ones he’d read up on when the case was given to the team. There was really no evidence that you had caused the accident, or the ones that followed, that was another strange thing.

The people who had followed you out had been in mysterious, freak accidents afterwards, all resulting in death. There was no way you could’ve possibly caused them, he’d seen the scenes, but you always happened to show up.

You told some story about how you were all meant to die in the first crash, but your vision had saved you, only for these accidents to start happening.

“You think that,” he spoke slowly, watching your reactions, “there’s a list, deaths list?” He questioned. “And these people are dying because you stopped them from dying in the first accident, correct? But you stopped that, because you had a vision of what was going to happen?”