It came in the mail, delivered by your doorman. It was a small package with nothing but a flashdrive inside of it, which made you frown in confusion. You knew better than to just open it up in your own computer, so you didn't.

You grabbed your jacket and walked to a cyber cafe, surprised they still existed after a quick Google search, the night wind caressing your face and your hair as your brain tried to piece the puzzle — a flashdrive. You thought it could be some evidence for the case you and your team, the BAU, were working, or just some straight up virus that would, who knows, steal your money, but Penelope Garcia taught you better.

You made sure to turn the internet of the computer from the cafe off as well, because Penelope did teach you well. And you hadn't expected... this. You had expected a lot of things, but not this. Why would someone send you that? Immediately, though, you were conflicted: should you tell him? Should you tell Spencer?

You didn't sleep that night, the images of Tobias Hankel torturing Spencer raw on your mind. Yeah, that's what it was in the drive: a screen recording of the livestream where Hankel had tortured Spencer, a long time ago. You pondered, thought about not telling him. God, the man had been through a lot already. Dilaudid, jail— And now that he was getting slightly better, he would have to relive this?

But you decided to tell him. If you were in his place, you would want to know. Spencer deserved to know and you knew how much he trusted you. You weren't about to break this trust, trust that was hard for him to give you in the first place after all he had gone through. Then, yes, you'd tell him.

Spencer noticed first thing in the morning the dark circles under your eyes when you walked in the bullpen and how fidgety your hands were. Unusual, and he got worried. He was about to talk to you, but you beat him to it.

"I need to talk to you." You said, which made Spencer stand up from his desk.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked immediately, worried about you.