𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟏𝟖. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭

once again, TW: deals with violent and intense situations

you tried to live your life normally, still in denial about the whole pregnancy ordeal. you had been trying to avoid spencer, just because you didn't want him to find out. you were still figuring out what you should do about everything. with a heavy sigh, you zoned back into the meeting. rossi's words were no longer empty mumbles in the background of your mind. you soon realized he was calling your name, everyone's eyes on you. you blinked and looked around. your colleagues sitting along the edge of the round table looked worried, especially spencer. you quickly took a look at the clock. it was only 9AM. you cleared your throat, a nauseous feeling coming to your stomach in a fervent rush. you widened your eyes,

"i-i'll be right back." you said, squirming in your seat. you jumped up from the chair and stormed out of the meeting room. you clenched your stomach, sweat forming on your hairline. you felt eyes burn into your back as you rushed down the hall to the bathroom. you locked yourself in your stall and fell to your knees infront of the toilet, vomiting into the bowl of water. you held your hair back as your hands shook. you heard the bathroom door open and someone stand outside of your stall. a knock was soon accompanied by the worried voice,

"y/n? are you alright?" the voice was one you recognized. it was penelope's. once you were positive you finished, you stood up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. you released your hair, letting it fall back down smoothly along your shoulders. you tried swallowing down the sour taste in your mouth and the chalky feeling stuck to your teeth. you flushed the toilet and opened the stall door, facing garcia,

"i'm fine. must've eaten something bad." you muttered, avoiding eye contact. garcia frowned,

"why don't you take the rest of the day off? i'll drive you home." she said as she put on a hand on your shoulder. you finally looked up, looking at her brown eyes behind the pink frames of her glasses,

"no need to drive me. i'll show myself out.." you once again lowered your gaze to the floor as you pushed past her and back to the round table room. you walked in, your heels padding against the carpet covered tile. heads turned as you entered the room. your hip brushed against Spencer's shoulder as you walked to rossi,

"i really have to go. i'm gonna go to the emergency room. i'm not doing well." you whispered, facing away from everyone. rossi furrowed his eyebrows in worry,

"do you want someone to drive you?" he whispered back. spencer heard him and stood up immediately, 

"i will." your head turned and you shook your head,

"i'm fine." you sighed, grabbing your bag with a single agile hand movement. you continued, hastily walking out of the room. you held your bag over your shoulder and secured your shaky hands on the dark leather strap. you quickly exited your section of the large FBI building, making your way into an elevator. you pressed the 'LOBBY' button and waited, closing your eyes. once you felt the elevator stop and your knees brace, you knew you'd reached the lobby. you took a quivery step out of the elevator, the nauseous feeling still in your stomach. you felt weak and fatigued. today was definitely one of the worst days you'd had. clenching your stomach with your arm, you finally reached your car. you buried your face into your hands and began to cry. you were glad your windows were tinted. nobody could see inside, but you could see everybody. it was a strange thing- 

you were interrupted by pressure against your neck. you felt a cold blade press against your thyroid cartilage and you sat straight up as you lowered your hands, your breath getting quicker. you looked around frantically even though you knew nobody would see you. you felt a breath against the other side of your neck, causing you to tense up even more,