I lie once more. Priest-Cross scene up next…ish
A Good Man- Game Face Time
Spencer Reid didn't bother trying to smile. It was pointless, really. It didn't take a profiler to realize that he was unhappy, and if they hadn't figured it out by now, well, that wasn't even an option, was it? The young man spalshed his hands face with the sink water of his bathroom, whispering motivations like 'you can do it', 'it's just another day','hold in there', 'at least you have something to look forward to when the case ends'.
Spencer walked out of his apartment on the third floor disinterestedly, waving politely at this fellow tenants as he passed by. They could sense something was off with the young man as well, but to be frank, Spencer had stopped giving a damn about their worries and half-hearted frowns. His main concern nowadays was keeping on his game-face unless such a situation called for the 'human aspect'. Wearing the mask was tiring though, and he normally kept it on only at work.
Spencer was a master at disguises by now; even Morgan didn't sense anything wrong with the younger agent as he walked in with a cup of coffee in his hands. He nodded as he made his way to his desk, where he sat down with a 'plop' and lost himself in whatever horror filled the pages in front of him.
"Conference room, please," Hotch mumbled. Spencer sighed as he gathered his belongings and raced off to the conference room. With a carefully concealed expression, Spencer sat down and sighed. It was never that easy anymore, never that simple, was it?
"We've got a serial murderer in Los Angeles targeting 12-years-old boys."
~* AGM *~
Just…something, I guess. Thnx for reading.