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WARNING: mentions of eating disorder !!!
y/n.
You were exhausted.
This particular case had hit you harder than you expected. So it was no surprise when you showed up to the jet in sweats and a baggy t-shirt, with your hair naturally cascading down your shoulders. The team had a feeling there was something going on. You liked to dress up. The past few weeks that you'd been apart of the BAU as a probationary agent, the team always saw you in a nice top and skirt or pants, with your hair always done in a braid or high ponytail. You were never without makeup but tonight, you just couldn't muster up the energy to make yourself look nice. It was a one hour flight from Syracuse to DC anyway, you didn't think it was a big deal. Apparently, you were wrong.
"Hey, y/l/n, you okay?" Morgan questioned, looking over to you.
You looked up from your book where you'd been on the same page since the flight took off and nodded. "Everything's fine. Why?"
Spencer, who was sitting next to Morgan, raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing. Kid just mentioned that you've been on the same page for ten minutes" Morgan shrugged.
"Well stop watching me then" You shrugged and turned your attention back to the book. Spencer moved from his seat to the couch you were sitting on. You moved your feet off the couch but stayed in the far left corner, away from Spencer.
"Is something wrong, y/n?" Spencer asked softly. You shook your head, turning the page on your book.
"Was it the case?" Spencer pushed, "We caught the unsub"
"Yeah and Molly Grandin is safe, I know, Spencer" You nodded.
"Then what is it?" Spencer questioned.
"Reid, please" You turned your head to look at him, "Stop pushing"
Spencer ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but then paused.
"Y/n, I know we've only known each other for a few weeks but you're a part of the team. You can tell us if something's going on" Spencer placed his hand on your arm.
"Stop profiling me" You shook your head and stood up to sit on the other side of the jet, where Hotch was sitting.
Hotch tilted his head forward as if to ask 'Are you okay?' Being unit chief, Hotch was the only one who knew why this case bothered you so much.
