Is this wrong?

Haters.

I woke up in a hospital, or at least it seemed like it. When my eyes started to open a bright light blinded me, the loud beeping sounds at my sides, the uncomfortable bed,  a person holding my hand and trying to fight back tears, the ugly wal- wait, a person holding my hand? My eyes shot open to see who it was, my heart breaking a little when I didn't see the person that I really wanted at my side.  

Garcia jumped on her feet, screaming for a nurse, warning her that I finally woke up. She was jumping up and down, calling the team. When my team entered the room, the disappointed thoughts left my mind, they were so gentle and kind to me, talking so low as if they raised their voice I might break into a thousand pieces. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, it was the first time I had ever felt loved, the first time I felt safe and accepted, the first time I felt part of a family. Sure we were all a little fucked up, and we all had our issues, but we loved each other, and that's what mattered.  

While Morgan was talking to me I scanned the room, everyone was there except Reid. Why did I care anyway? We hated each other, sure, I thought he was pretty, but that was it. I tried to focus on Morgan and the team, trying not to ask where the fuck Reid was, but after some minutes he entered the door.  God, why is my enemy so beautiful, couldn't he be less than a cunt and just kiss me? I pushed those thoughts aside as I examined him, he looked restless and tired, it seemed like he hadn't slept in days, and yet he still looked gorgeous.  

Hotch: "Y/n are you ok? I don't want to put more weight on your shoulders than you already have, but we will need to talk about how you handled the unsub. Now please rest."

Y/n: "Yes sir, absolutely." My mind cringed at the memory of how I started beating up that monster in front of everyone, I was happy I did, but it might cost me my job. Anyway, totally worth it. 

Spencer scoffed and exited the room, he didn't even say anything. What the hell happened to the coworker that was worried about me? The man that was holding me in his hands begging me not to die? You know what? Screw him, who needs a man anyway?

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After one week I was back to work, my wound was perfectly healed, and I felt great. The doctors explained that I passed out due to the loss of a lot of blood and the effort I put into beating the shit out of that pathetic excuse of a man. Talking of which, a good old visit to Hotch's office awaited me. 

I sighed and started to walk towards my leader's office, as I passed by the bullpen I was greeted by a happy Penelope Garcia, an excited Derek Morgan, and two loving Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jereau. They all asked me how I was feeling, and how my days off went, we chatted for a little bit but then I reminded myself that Hotch wanted to talk to me. I excused myself and headed towards Hotch's office, while I was walking I felt those two eyes staring at me, burning in my back, I didn't have to turn around to know who was staring at me, I knew those eyes too well. 

I knocked on the door of the office, a gentle but strict voice told me to come in. As I go inside, hotch stands up, extending his hand for me to shake. 

Hotch: "Hello Y/n, how are you?"

Y/n: "Hi Hotch, I'm good thank you, my wound is all healed"

Hotch: "Great, I'm happy to hear that. Listen, I do not care that you beat that unsub, he deserved it, but what I care about is you. The unsub clearly triggered something in you, do you feel comfortable telling me what that is?"

Y/n: "Uhm, yes, the unsub did trigger something in me. I thought that those feelings were now buried and that I wouldn't suffer for them anymore, but clearly, this isn't the case. Let's just say that my childhood wasn't exactly fairytale-like." I explained to Hotch, not wanting to say what really happened, but at the same time giving him an explanation for my actions. 

Hotch: "Okay, just don't do it again all right?" He said, standing up. 

Y/n: "Of course sir, I'm sorry again"

I exited the office with a small smile, I was happy that he didn't fire me, but now another person knew how weak I really was, he could now see that scared little girl. Why didn't I just tell him that everything was fine? My thoughts were cut short as I walked into a wall, a wall that smelled like books, coffee, and vanilla. As I recognized that scent I instantly backed away from the man who hated me the most, my face as red as a tomato, my wound aching a little bit from the collision. 

Y/n: "Sorry." I said under my breath as I started to walk away, but then his hand grabbed my wrist, and an electric wave traveled through me, my breath quickened, his touch was burning my skin, my body jolted as I turned around to look at him. "What are you doing?"

Reid: "I wanted to ask if you were alright, does it still hurt?" he said, pointing to my side.

Anger flooded my brain, I remembered when he was at the hospital, he didn't even look at me. But the thing that bothered me the most was the confusion I felt when I was around him, the way I cared way too much about him not asking me how I was doing, how my body reacted to his touch. 

Y/n: "I'm fine Reid, thank you." I look at his hand, still holding on my wrist, anger evident in my eyes. 

Reid: "Why are you mad at me?" He let go of my hand, the feeling of emptiness taking over my body at the loss of his touch. I turn around to face him.

Y/n: "You did not just ask me that Reid. I don't even know what you want me to say." I scanned his face, and the only thing I could see was pure confusion.  He was a genius AND a profiler, how could he not understand why I was angry?

Reid: "Why are you being so cryptic Y/l/n? What did you want me to kiss you on the hospital bed or something?" He says, instant regret evident on his face. 

Y/n: "Fuck you Reid." I say as I walk away, this time without stopping. 

Reid: "Well fuck you too Y/l/n!" he screams to my back. 

Y/n: "You wish dickhead!" I shout back at him without turning my head. Even if I hated him, my mind went back to his words, 'What did you want me to kiss you on the hospital bed?'. My thoughts create the image in my head, vividly, like it was real. If only he wasn't a piece of shit.