tw : angst, drug abuse mention, attempted relapse, alcohol.
no dilaudid jokes or addiction jokes, in general, will be tolerated. it's a serious issue you shouldn't joke about.
if you've suffered from drug abuse please be cautious reading this chapter. i will put a recap of this chapter in the next chapter in case you decided to skip. take care of yourself, i love you <3
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For now, I'll live in this moment. Because the next few weeks we're going to be absolute hell. ____
"I took her somewhere important to you. Somewhere it would absolutely crush you."
Cat's words continued repeating through my head. Somewhere important to me. We'd already been to two other locations I thought of, they were a bust.
"Think about somewhere in D.C. that's important to you," Emily said as the team waited around me for an answer.
"There's this place I go to that no one else knows about. She might know because she had someone watching me."
"Where is it, kid?" Rossi asks, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"It's an outlook on the city, but there's an abandoned house on the cliff of the outlook."
I wrote down the address of the house, everyone chaotically putting on vests and rushing to SUV's. We drove up the hill, arriving in front of the house. Everyone draws their guns, walking slowly to the door. Derek kicked the door down, we all hurried inside, scoping the area. Nothing. My mother wasn't here and neither was Sarah.
I put my gun back into my holster and banged my hands against the wall of the house.
"Hey, calm down," Y/n said placing her hands on my shoulders.
I shrugged her off, "I can't calm down, okay?" I snapped at her, going to the car. I got in, staying silent as we drove back to the BAU. I slammed the car door behind me, heading into the office before anyone else.
I tapped my foot impatiently against the floor of the elevator. I pushed through the glass door, treading up the steps to an empty office in the bullpen. I closed and locked the door behind me, running a hand through my hair. Now the anger was bubbling up more than it had the past week. I had buried it away, now it fumes through me like smoke.
I loosened my tie, leaning my head up at the ceiling. I took a few deep breaths, closing my eyes. Then it all festered up and spilled out of me.
I shouted as I pushed all the files and papers off a table on the side of the room. I slammed my hands down against the table. I looked up through the blinds in front of me seeing my team stare at me like I was a stranger.
