OMGG MY FIRST REQUEST AND ITS WITH MY MAN REID I LOVE THIS

The interrogation room is something that is foreign to you but you knew that you’d be in here soon. Murder isn’t a crime to you. You were only getting rid of the disgusting scum in the world. Why are you being punished? It isn’t fair. You stare at the handcuffs on your wrists. Your lips go into a thin line when the metal rubs against your skin. It’s a little painful, but the thing that is more painful is that your boyfriend is right in front of you.

Spencer rubs his lips for a second before opening the tab folder. He stares at the crime scene photos and he doesn’t want to believe that you did this. The person he loved. He still does love you and he furrows his brows and takes a breath. “Y/N,” He starts, not wanting to continue his sentence. Spencer wants to believe that this all a bad dream and he’ll wake up from it. But once he looks into your eyes, he knows it’s no dream. It’s clearly real. Five men killed and three women killed. How could you the person he loved be capable of doing this? One part of him is trying to think this is all a big mistake but at the same time, he knows that you are the one responsible. He opens the folder to the crime scene photos and places one of a blooded dead woman in front of you. “What…What can you tell me about Kristen Vargos?” He’s nervous. And he’s never nervous with you.

“Hm, seems this woman was beaten to death.”

“How do you know?”

“Spencer, your smarter than me. Come on, look at the picture.”

“I can see the picture, Y/N. But why I’m asking is because you fit our unsub’s profile. It all leads down to you.”

You scoff, with a roll of your eyes. “So you’re arresting me with a prediction? You have no proof I was involved.” You sneer, your eyes darting into his. Worry strikes you for a minute but you know how to keep yourself cool. You’ve hidden it for this long, you can keep it up for another few minutes. He has nothing leading up to you. It doesn’t matter if you fit the profile.

Spencer chuckles dryly before staring at you again. “That’s funny.” That’s all he says, he’s got you now. There’s no escape in this. “Your DNA was found at Marshall Lane’s home. We actually got it confirmed just a few hours ago. So no, I’m not arresting you on prediction, Y/N. I’m arresting you under evidence.”

“What?”

“Y/N L/N, you’re under arrest.”

“Spencer, you can’t just let these guys take me!”