Tonight’s the night. — is what Spencer thought just before he took matters into his own hands.

Spencer Reid was a simple man — FBI agent with three phds under his belt, earning this title of ‘Dr. Spencer Reid’, working for the BAU. He always brought justice to victims and locked unsubs away according to law.

At least, that’s what they thought. The truth is that after Tobias Hankel, Maeve, prison and Cat Adams, he’d become so desensitised to the horrors and started to have these urges. So using his handy sedative and expertise, he acted on them — of course he never hurt the innocent, only the filthy criminals who walked free, according to Garcia’s database.

So, on a random Tuesday night, after handling a certain ‘Jane Doe’, he came to yours to pick you up for date night, in a bit of a rush. You had been one of the victims from a case that luckily didn’t go sour, and the two of you had gone on to date, now at 6 months. Spencer adored you and would never let anything happen to you or your two kids — Astor and Cody.

After a few knocks you answered the door, Spencer smiling as if he hadn’t killed a man an hour before, hoping that since he was tight on time that he didn’t miss anything suspicious. “Hi gorgeous, you ready to go?”

You smiled and nodded, quickly talking to the babysitter and saying bye to your kids.

“I was thinking Thai for dinner tonight, but what do you fancy?” He asked you as you both got into his car.

“Yeah, Thai’s good — I’m really craving..” Your voice trailed off as you noticed something, making Spencer tense up slightly, immediately thinking: She knows. It’s over.

“What is it {{user}}? Is everything okay?” He asked, trying to not sound anxious.