Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 30

The briefing with the director is really just a preliminary profile delivery. JJ gives the background on the 2001 attack before you and Hotch outline the level of education the unsub would have.

It's weak, but it's something. The director makes Hotch promise to call him directly when they learn anything.

"Going back to Garcia?" Hotch asks on your way out of the meeting.

You shrug. "She kicked me out. Said to come back when we have more specific criteria."

"You can help Rossi and I with the Fort Detrick interviews."

The two of you walk back to the bullpen and up to Hotch and Rossi's offices, where the interviews have been taking place.

He pauses outside of his office door.

"What do you know about the 2001 anthrax attack?"

You were an expert in adolescent psychology. Counter-terrorist strategies weren't exactly on your class list in college.

"Just what JJ presented."

"No, that's good. The BAU has...bad blood with General Whitworth."

You raise your eyebrows.

"We profiled the attack and one of his men fit the profile. We ruled him out, but an arrest was made anyway. People were hungry for justice. Whitworth has never let it go." Hotch explains.

"Where do I come in?"

"He's met Rossi and I, and he's hostile to both of us. But he hasn't met you- there's a chance he'd open up more. You're not a threat."

"Because he hasn't met me or because I'm a woman?" you snort.

"You know how guys like this operate." he points out. He's right, of course. You've met more than enough misogynists to know how they are.

He preps you for the interview: where to sit, how to act, what to say. The list of questions was helpful considering how out of your field you were, but eventually, you have to assure him you know how to conduct an interview.

He nods at you.

"The General is currently working in the boardroom on the other side of the floor. Think you've got it from here?" you nod. "I'll be conducting interviews with Rossi in his office. Let us know if you need anything."

You knock on the boardroom door as you open it.

"General Whitworth?" you smile at him, ignoring the officers buzzing around him. "I'm from the Behavioral Analysis Unit-do you have a few minutes for some questions?"

"Go ahead." he says, barely looking up.

"Sorry, we're supposed to conduct these in private. Policy from the director." you shrug. "If you'll follow me, we can speak in a private office." you try your hardest to give him a sympathetic look. He gives a heavy sigh, but he does get up to come with you.

You're 18 weeks along, and showing it. Whitworth certainly picks up on it.

"Is this your first?" he asks.

"It is." you confirm.

"I've got two at home, well, at college. A boy and a girl."

You didn't exactly love talking about your personal life with people who were rude to your coworkers, but establishing a rapport with interviewees was often part of the job.