Is this wrong?

Shithole.

The next morning 

A loud excruciating noise woke me up, my head pounding from the night of drinking. Yup, I'm definitely hungover. I hear a string of grunts, I look on the floor to see all the girls just as hungover as me. I realize that the loud noise that woke us up was my ringtone, I launch over the table to answer my phone. A deep voice speaking. 

Y/n: "Yes?" 

Hotch: "Good morning Y/l/n; I need you and the team in the office earlier today, we have a case." 

Y/n: "I understand, we will be right there sir." He hangs up, a loud grunt escaping my mouth. 

I wake up the girls and tell them the news about work. We all dress up and do our make-up, finishing the look with a pair of sunglasses.
'Fuck, my head was taking me to pound town.' I think to myself.

We headed to our cars, Garcia was taking me. 

Pen: "My head is killing me. You feel the same baby?" 

Y/n: "Oh my god yes. I look dead today, between the crying and drinking my head is absolutely wrecking me" I sigh. The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence, well that was before a gasp escaping my mouth interrupted it. "OH SHIT PEN!"

Pen: "OMG WHAT?! Y/n never do that again! You scared me shitless!" She yells as she grabs her heart as if she just had a heart attack. 

Y/n: "I have to fucking see Reid today! What do I do? Do I ignore him? Do I act angry? Do I kiss him? Do I punch him?" I start to ramble before Garcia grabs my hand. 

Pen: "Girl you need to breathe. Definitely don't kiss or punch him, baby girl. Just try to act normal okay? Like you acted before all of this." She says as she kills the engine, I hadn't realized that we had arrived.  

Y/n: "Okay I'll try, I promise." I try to cover the hickeys on my neck, the same hickeys Reid left me during that night. That steaming, hot, fucking good night- Fuck! no! What the hell is wrong with me? This is exactly what I need to avoid. 

We exit the car and get into the elevator, my head pounding, the elevator rings, and the doors open, revealing the bullpen of the BAU. I walk to my desk, hoping not to see Reid, but of course, that is not the case. He was sitting on the desk, that naturally was in front of mine.  

Reid: "Hi" he looks at me with a weak smile, his eyes shifting to my neck for a second, I guess I wasn't able to cover up my hickeys that well after all.

Y/n: "Hi" I say flinching, my voice rough, colder than I wanted it to be. 

I sit at my desk trying to avoid looking at Reid, I can't help but steal a quick look. As I looked at him we locked eyes, he looked tired, more than usual at least. I felt a pang in my chest, my heart tearing as he opened his mouth to talk. Before he could get a word out I stand up, walking away from my desk, I head towards Hotch's office. I knocked two times before hearing his deep voice allowing me in. 

Y/n: "Sir? We are all here. If you want I can gather the team in the briefing room" I say, straightening myself to look more professional. 

Hotch: "Yes Y/n, that would be great, thank you." I nod and head towards the door before hearing him speak again. "Are you okay? You look... tired." He says, stopping me from exiting his office.

Y/n: "Hotch I'm fine I promise. Nothing happened, I drank a little last night but that's all." I say trying not to think about the genius that was sitting right across my desk. 

Hotch: "Okay, just focus on this case today and then try to relax, don't overwork yourself, okay?" He says, I could spot a hint of worry in his eyes, and then his stoic expression returned. 

Y/n: "Of course Hotch, thank you." I exit his office sighing. I scratch my neck before looking up, he was staring at me. Reid's eyes and mine lock again, electricity flowing across the room, I force myself to look away and head toward the bullpen. I inform everyone to meet in the briefing room in five', I turn around and walk into the room waiting for the others. I start to look at the files, anticipating the meeting when I hear familiar footsteps behind me. I turn around only to see him, standing there looking at me.

Y/n: "Reid" my tone ice cold, a knot forming in my throat. 

Reid: "Y/l/n," He says as he sits down at a chair across from me, picking up in his hands the file and studying it, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

I turned my attention to the files, stealing glances of him, my mind was blurry and confused, why was it so hard for me not to care about him? I mean I hated him. I hate him right? My thoughts were cut short by his voice.

Reid: "How are you?" He asks still focusing his gaze on the files.

Y/n: "I'm good thank you. How are you?" I say mirroring him, my tone still cold. 

Reid: "Desperate" As these words leave his mouth I put down my file, looking at him. Before I could say something, the team entered the door.

Derek: "Damn, the tension in this room could be cut with a knife" He jokes but I glare at him. "I'm kidding princess, chill out. How are you doing today?" He asks.

Y/n: "Extremely hungover thank you, how are you, Derek?" I say while pinching the bridge of my nose. As soon as I hint that I drank yesterday Spencer shoots me a look. 

Reid: "Didn't you say you don't drink during the week?" I look at him, how the hell did he remember tha- oh wait, his fucking eidetic memory. 

Y/n: "Yeah well, shit happens you know?" I say, venom dripping from my mouth. He looks at me in my eyes. 

Reid: "I know shit happens but drinking is not the solution you know?" He says smoking me in the last part. I stand up, my hands resting on the table. 

Y/n: "Did you fucking mock me, Reid?" I say hissing. He stands up, mirroring me, our faces close.  

Reid: "And what if I did Y/l/n? You know damn well drinking is not the fucking solution"

Y/n: "Omg Reid! I fucking know that! Shit happened and I needed to get my mind off of it. Will you just drop it already?" I almost yell, my head pulsing.

Reid: "No I will not fucking drop it! You can't escape from your problems, certainly not by fucking drinking y/n!" 

Y/n: "Why do you care so much?! I drank one night with my friends, it's not like I'm an alcoholic!"

Reid: "Because I fucking care about you y/n! How the fuck can you not see that!" My mind goes blank, anger flooding through me. How the fuck can someone truly care about me and want me to stay a secret at the same time. 

Y/n: "No Reid! You don't." He looks at me confused.

Reid: "What?" 

Y/n: "You don't care about me, Reid." I say matter-of-factly, my voice soft now. I only realized now how close our faces were, our chests moving up and down due to the screaming. Our eyes locked, electricity flowing through our gazes. We were torn apart when Hotch entered the door, clearing his throat. I instantly sit back down on my chair.

I looked around only to see that the team was looking at us. A blush crept on my cheeks, and as I tried to brush it off, I turned to Hotch.

Y/n: "Okay so, I looked at the case files so if you'd like I can start the briefing until JJ comes in?"

Hotch: "Yes y/n that would be great, thank you." He sits down in a chair near Derek. 

Before starting to speak, I glance at Spencer, hatred, and anger clear in my eyes. I turn my attention back to the case. 

I really have to focus.