A Different Kind of Love

Hunger-The BAU Team

Reader struggles to voice her struggles- leaving the team to worry. One thing leads to another and the reader finally realizes she needs help. 

Trigger Warning: Eating disorder (Anorexia Nervosa).

You sat down at your desk, wiping your face as you shuffled through your paperwork tiredly. There were dark circles under your eyes, your skin was pale, and it looked like you had lost weight. This has been going on for the last couple of weeks and the rest of the team had started to notice. The one who brought it to attention was Derek- bringing it up in the conference room as your grabbed your case files in the bullpen.

"I think there's something wrong with y/n." Derek said, looking around at everyone, who immediately glanced up from their work too listen. "She looks like she hasn't slept in weeks and she looks like she's lost weight."

It was quiet for a moment and then Rossi added on, "I offered to make her dinner the other night. She declined right away, said she wasn't hungry, but I knew she hadn't eaten anything all day."

Hotch furrowed his eyebrows, "You don't think she's eating?"

Rossi turned to his friend, "No, I don't. She's lost a lot of weight, Aaron, too much to be considered normal. I thought maybe I was looking too far into it, but now that Morgan's brought it up.."

"W-What can we do?" Garcia asked timidly from her standing position by the TV. 

Spencer spoke up, "The eating disorder you're speaking about is called Anorexia. It's more common in females than males, mostly due to insecurities or some form of trauma. Has she maybe had a new stressor in her life?"

JJ frowned, "Not that I know of." her eyes traveled over to Emily who shook her head. They heard footsteps as you came towards the room, oblivious to their intense conversation. 

"We'll talk about this later." Hotch stated and the team nodded right before you stepped in. Everyone looked your way and you rubbed your eyes, sighing. 

"Sorry, guys." you mumbled, flopping into your seat between Rossi and JJ. JJ smiled warmly and Rossi nodded.

"Let's get started." Hotch flicked his hand towards Garcia, the colorful blonde woman hesitating before starting the last case's debriefing. 

It was hard to focus on anything and you laid back in your chair, trying your best to stay awake. Rossi took notice of your hazy state, but didn't say anything. He kept an eye on you though, making sure you weren't about to be sick or something along those lines. 

Before anyone knew it, your head lolled to the side as you conked out. Luckily, Garcia was just finishing up the debriefing and stopped when she saw you passed out. Everyone turned their heads, seeing why she had stopped. 

"Is she okay?" Garcia asked worriedly, clicking the gruesome photos off of the screen. 

Rossi leaned over and shook your shoulder gently, "Y/n." You made a soft groan noise, but made no move to open your eyes or wake up. 

Rossi glanced up at Hotch, "I can lay her down in my office." He knew the dark haired man didn't like you sleeping while a case debriefing was taking place, but Hotch understood something was most definitely up with you. 

Hotch sighed, "That's fine." Rossi nodded and pulled your chair out quietly. He slid his arm underneath your knees and behind your back, lifting you up. His eyebrows shot up at how light you were, like you barely weighed anything. You didn't wake, instead turning your face into his chest as he carried you towards his office. 

Garcia got the door for him, her eyes full of worry as he passed with you. He took you to his office, laying you down on his couch. He unfolded a spare blanket and set it over you, smoothing the hair out of your eyes.