No one was sure which shocked them more; Spencers tone of voice, or what Garcia had just said.
"Reid, what dose she mean rap-sheet? What is that?" Said SSA Aaron Hotchner, in his normal stern voice.
Spencer didin't say anything, he just glared at the group srounding his desk. His warm hazel eyes turned to such deep pools of chocolet they looked black.
His voice came out barely above a wisper, yet was easily heard by those around his desk. "I asked, Garcia, Where. Did. You. Get. That?"
Garcia, now nearly in tears, replies, "Anytime something is changed, in any of our recordes, I get a report right after."
Before anyone can stop her, Emily Printess grabbed the folder and opened it up.