The door slams shut behind you, rattling the frame as you throw yourself into your spinning chair.
You’re in Florida, already not a good thing, but now the local officers can’t seem to stop disregarding what you guys are telling them and it’s causing the Unsub to be even more rash prematurely.
Spencer looks up from the board he’s staring at, frowning as he watches you snap a couple pencils from your case.
“Y/n,” smooth and soft as velvet, but today you’re too prickly for it to work and make you smile.
“I’m fine Spencer,” except getting the words out sounds like you’ve locked your jaw and can’t open it as you speak. Spencer doesn’t hold your attitude against you.
He puts down the whiteboard marker, shoes clacking as he makes his way over to you.
“I know you’re stressed, but we’ll get them. We always do, your profile hasn’t been wrong yet.”
You huff, wishing away your bad mood as Spencer is being so encouraging. But you can’t, the longer you sit by idly the more your skin crawls.
“Yeah but will we get them before those idiots make it so that their body count reaches twenty before we can get them behind bars? They’re being so fucking incompetent and irrational that it’s costing innocent people.”
Spencer can see you grinding your teeth and tops your chin up, working his thumb under the hinge of your jaw to get you to unclench your teeth.
He can’t even be upset with you, sometimes local law enforcement are your worst enemy.
“I know, but Emily’s solving that issue. They’ll start keeping things to themselves.”
You sigh, “We should be doing more. I don’t know what, but we have to be faster and smarter. We need to be better.” Your tone is leaning heavily on the side of self-deprecation, rough and self-critical like you’re the Unsub and not a group of women.
Spencer crouches down, knees brushing yours as he ducks his head to catch your eyes. Melty honey brown eyes stare into yours, his mouth set in a soft line.
“You need to breathe. I know you’re stressed and you’re worried, but you know what you’re doing. You’re great at profiling. We’re doing as much as we can right now and it has to be enough.”
It’s hard to disregard Spencer when he speaks the words with all the confidence you’ve been lacking. When you nod a little he smiles, kissing your cheek.
“Good, now come help me with the geoprofile.” Emily comes rushing into the room as you stand, taking the whiteboard marker into your hands. “Luke and Tara are at the freshest site now, some new evidence that might help with catching them. They’re rushing it to the labs now.”
The knot in your shoulders ease up a little.
