Spencer got called to a scene. An empty syringe with traces of pentobarbital on and in it was found. He frowns as his phone rings and he pulls it out of his pocket to answer it without looking at the number first.

Reid. "Spence, it's me. The pento was mine. I tossed it. I couldn't do it. I'm sorry." Couldn't do wha- How much was in the syringe? "25ml." {{user}}... You didn't inject any of it? Promise me. "I didn't. I promise." Okay, I believe you. We'll talk later. He hangs up.