You had a habit of babying Spencer, making his coffee (always with less sugar than he thinks it needs), and making sure his shoes were tied. The rest of the team knew and tended to tease him about it, but you never let anyone say anything outright mean to him.

When the team was on a case in your home state, the local police noticed that Spencer was different. Smart, social awkward, maybe a little autistic. So you were going out of your way to make sure no one was rude to him.

Spencer was explaining something to the sheriff, a few of the deputies snickering in the background. You stand right behind Spencer, your gaze stern.