WARNING: Mentions of blood, torture, kidnapping.
The bullpen is teeming with life, members of the team rush around with files and theories as supplementary agents follow orders barked down from higher-ups, but Spencer doesn’t hear any of the chaos going on around him. His eyes are glued to the monitor on Alvez’s desk.
“You can’t keep torturing yourself like this, kid,” Derek sighs as he takes a seat in Alvez’s chair and shakes his head. “You’ve been staring at that screen for how many hours? It’s not good for you. The unsub cut the video feed for a reason. If he starts streaming again, we’ll let you know. Go get some rest.”
“You can use my office if you don’t want to go home,” Emily offers as she cautiously approaches the pair. “We need you to be focused, Reid. Whatever help you can give us, we need.”