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WARNING:THE ARE SPOILERS FOR SEASON 12

Spencer was nervous. Today was the first day that he would talk to the psychologist that would help him through his time in prison. Her name was Dr Y/L/N and according to the guards that he overheard, she is one of the best around Quantico. What would happen if she declared him as a crazy man? In this way, she would get him into more trouble and that was the last thing he wanted right now. Thoughts like this one were running in Spencer's mind and in this way he was getting more and more anxious.

He walked slowly with the guard towards the room he would meet her. After a few minutes he walked in and sat down on one of the chairs and waited. Apparently, she was late. Few more minutes passed and the door opened. A woman/man entered and she was looking like she had ran a marathon. She was sweating and breathing heavily. When she entered, she looked at him and gave him a sweet smile.

"I am so sorry that I was a little late Dr Reid."She said and sat on the chair that was opposite of his.

When he heard her call him Dr Reid he frowned. It has been so long since someone had called him like that.

"Why did you call me, Dr Reid?"He asked.

"Well you are a doctor right? We doctors must stick together. And yes I know that you are not this kind of doctor."She said and smiled. He stared at her and he was left speechless. Finally someone that was good with him.

"So doctor, you have been here for five weeks, right?"
"Yes."

"Wow, I am impressed. A good and polite man in jail and he has survived for five weeks! Good job."

"Thank you…..Erm so.… For what are we going to talk about?"He said and cleared his throat.

"Well, I know your story and all the details but I would like you to tell me something. Do you have any friends in here?"
"I had two."
"Had?"
"The one died the other one just….We aren't talking much anymore."

"I am sorry Spencer. Wait can I call you Spencer?"
"Yes, you can."
"Okay then, if I can call you Spencer then you can call me Y/N, as well."

"Okay."He said and silence fell to the room. She seemed to be nervous as well. She/He was sweating a little bit and was looking everywhere except him. She/He seemed to be young, as well, but he wasn't someone who would judge someone for their age, because he was in the FBI when he was 23 and hated when someone judged him by his age, so he wouldn't become like this now.

"Would you like a book?"Y/N suddenly said.

"What?"
"I said, would you like a book?"
"What kind of book?"He said and frowned.
"I brought one book that has all the poems that were written by Edgar Allan Poe. Would you like to take it?"
"Okay….. Thank you."
"I bet that you have read all the books that were in the prison library, I am right?"
"Yeah, I have…..But there wasn't any Edgar Allan Poe related one, so I really needed this kind of book…..But wait, did the guards let you give it to me?"
"Yeah, after a while they finally gave in my charm."She said and smiled.

He smiled as well and opened the book that he was holding.

"Spencer, could you please do something for me?"
"Yeah, tell me."He said and looked up from the book.
"Could you keep a journal while you are in prison and later on let me read it? And yes I know that this sounds a little bit stupid but it's important."
He hesitated at the beginning but he didn't have any other choice so he gave in.

"Okay, I can do this."

"Okay that is great. Thank you for trusting me. Now as much as I wanted to stay here with you my dear doctor, our time is over."She said and gave him another smile, but this one had a hint of sadness in it.

"I'll see you next time, right? There won't be another psychologist who will talk to me?"
"Nope, you are stuck with me, unfortunately."

"Why 'unfortunately'? You do your job pretty well."
"Oh really? Thank you, you flatter me."She said and smiled once more.

The guard entered the room and Spencer got up.

"See you next time Spencer."
"See you next time Y/N."He took his new book and walked with the guard out of the room and back to his cell. He sat on his bed .After this conversation he had with Y/N this whole thing about opening up to someone didn't seem to be such a bad thing. Talking to a psychologist, especially this one he had, wouldn't be such a disaster, he thought and held the book she gave him on his chest. Everything would be alright.