Dr. Lund's office is an airy oasis in comparison to the rest of the place. She's had it painted a pale purple, the walls covered in art, a thick white rug covering most of the floor. But she can't disguise the bars on the windows even with the gauzy curtains or take away the chill of concrete no matter the paint shade.

A prison is still a prison.

The guard shows Reid inside and closes the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone. She's shed her white lab coat, ...