Snap Out of It

10

Tw: case involving sexual assault

thanks sarahgourdgourdler    for yns shirt color😭

A week has passed since you got out of the hospital and you are looking forward to going back to work. You get out of the shower, and dry off, heading to your closet to pick an outfit for your first day back. You grab a sage green long sleeved shirt and some high waisted brown tapered pants. You tuck the shirt into the pants and pick out your black high heels. You leave your wavy hair down, combing it so it's more presentable and less frizzy. For makeup you apply some light brown eyeshadow and brown eyeliner to compliment your eyes. You check yourself once more in the mirror before you head out the door.

You are greeted with hugs and cheers from your friends the second you step out of the elevator. Garcia squeezes you so hard that you feel something pop. When everyone settles down, Hotch comes put from his office and stands over the bullpen.

"We have a case. Welcome back, Y/n, we missed you." You file into the conference room with your team and gather around the table to start the briefing.

"Alrighty my loves, you guys will be heading to Portland, Oregon. Your unsub has been sexually assaulting and shooting sex workers and dumping their bodies in parks around the city." Garcia announces, pulling up the crime scene photos and grimacing. You finish up the briefing and grab your go bag before you head to the tarmac. You board onto the plane and take a seat on the couch, Reid sitting next to you. You ignore his presence, annoyed by the way he had been acting lately. It's like he uses you for the occasional hook up then just pretends nothing ever happened. Actually, that's exactly what it is. You converse with the team, trying to piece together a profile before you arrive. After an hour of discussing the case, everyone falls asleep except you and Reid. The tension is thick between the two of you. To avoid waking anyone up, you pull out your phone and open up iMessage. You click on his contact, which you had switched back to bitchboy when you were mad at him a few days ago.

To: Bitchboy: What is going on between us? You fuck me and then go back to acting like you hate me. Figure it out because I'm tired of being treated like an object that you can use and then forget about.

You click send, watching as Spencer pulls his phone out if his pocket and reads the text. His face is unreadable as he types out a response.

From: Bitchboy: This isn't the place to discuss this. Come to my hotel room tonight and we can talk.

To: Bitchboy: Fine.

You put your phone away and decide ti get some shut eye for the remaining three hours left in the flight.

You wake up to the bumpy feeling of the plane landing on the airstrip. You sit up and collect your things, getting ready to get off. You walk down the steps of the jet and walk to the SUVs waiting for you. You hop in a car with Prentiss, Hotch, and Morgan; Rossi, Reid, and JJ getting into the other. The ride to the police station is short from the airport.

You arrive to the station a few minutes later. You get out of the car and help everyone carry the files and bags into the small office set aside for you. You are setting down the files when you feel a hand brush against your lower back.

"You aren't with the FBI, are you? A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be out in the field." A man's voice says from behind you. You whip around to face the officer standing in front of you, a sleazy smile occupying his lips.

"She can handle herself just fine in the field, officer. It's you that shouldn't be here." Reid says as he walks into the room. The officer rolls his eyes and walks out of the room, running his hand over your back again as he does so.

"I can defend myself, Reid," you huff, setting down the your bag and taking a seat while everyone else walks in.

"I know."

You roll your eyes and sit back while Prentiss takes a seat next to you.

"What was that all about?" She asks, glancing between you and Reid.

"Nothing, just men being assholes."

"Tell me something I don't know, Y/n," she laughs, nudging you playfully. You can't help but chuckle at her.

"All right guys," Hotch announces. "Its getting late so everyone check your tablets for room assignments and we'll get started tomorrow."

You pull up the assignments on your tablet, skimming the pdf until you find your name.

Reid and Y/l/n: Room 230B

You sigh as you close up the tablet. It's like one big, fat, 'fuck you' from the universe. You see Reid's body language change, he is obviously frustrated as well. You get into a car with your team and drive to the hotel.

You arrive about twenty minutes later at the hotel. You grab your go bag and check in with the team, grabbing your room key and stepping into the elevator. You enter the room and toss your stuff onto your bed, Reid following you into the room shortly after.

"We need to talk, Y/n."