wasted times- s.r

FIVE

PHEW, this one is a rollercoaster y'all

When you wake up the next morning, the first thing you register is the extreme pounding in your head and the earsplitting sound of your phone ringing on the nightstand. You blindly reach for it and answer it without a glance at the caller id, "Hello?" You answer in a groggy voice.

"Y/L/N?" Your ears perk up slightly at the sound of Hotch's voice on the other end, and you force yourself to sit up straight. "I'm here, sorry I was asleep. What can I do for you?"

"I know that everyone was supposed to have today off, but we have a case that needs our immediate assistance. How soon can you be here?" You glance at the clock on your dresser to check the time, quickly realizing it was far too early for your liking. "I can be there in an hour."

You mumble a goodbye and hang up the phone, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness in your room. You try to wrack your brains to remember anything about last night, but you come up blank. The last thing you remember was throwing back shots with Penelope, and everything else that happened after that was a blur. You aren't even exactly sure how you got home last night if you were being honest. You force yourself to stand up, immediately wincing at the pounding in your head and slowly walking into the bathroom and taking two pills that will hopefully minimize the ache in your head.

You slide on a pair of loose-fitting black plaid pants, as well as a black, long-sleeved v-neck tucked into the waistband. You let your hair cascade naturally onto your shoulders and slide on a pair of leather booties. You quickly pack a go-bag and brew yourself a cup of coffee on the way out, adding an extra shot of espresso for the boost of energy, as well as two extra sugars for good measure. You take a sip, the placebo immediately convincing your brain that you're more awake and alert now. You could feel the effects of the medication starting to work as you make your way down to the car, pulling your sunglasses down from the top of your head to protect your eyes from the harsh sunlight.

You drive to the BAU with the radio playing and the window cracked, the cool morning air hitting your face also serving as something to help you wake up further. You manage to make it to the office ten minutes before you were expected, and make your way up to the bullpen, stopping in Penelope's office on the way. You crack the door open to see her resting her forehead on her forearms on the desk, the room completely dark except for a dim lamp in the corner. "We're closed for business! Go away!" She doesn't bother looking up, her voice slightly muffled by her arms. Clearly, she's just as hungover as you, if not more.

"It's me." She brings her head up from the desk and turns around to face you, a matching pair of sunglasses on her face as well. "Rough morning?"

"Tell me about it," she manages a chuckle and lifts her sunglasses to rub her eyes. "We should have listened to JJ when she told us to stop." Now that she's mentioned it, you vaguely remember JJ warning the both of you to slow down. You seriously wish you listened to her right about now. You give Garcia a wave as you shut the door behind you and make your way into the bullpen. JJ is in the conference room, taking to Hotch, leaving only Morgan and Reid in the bullpen. You set your bag down on the desk, and Reid doesn't spare you a glance as he's deeply engrossed in the book in his hands.

You glance over at Morgan to see he's functioning perfectly normal, which you're both confused and envious about since he had just as much-- if not more-- to drink than you and Penelope. "How are you not dying right now?" You croak out, and he chuckles. 

"I'm about three coffees in, and I already went for my morning workout. I'm as good as new." He crosses his hands over the back of his head dramatically and leans back in his chair, and you narrow your eyes, though he can't see it through your shades.