Y/N, Brave, Smart, Beautiful, Hero, Cutter..
Everyday YN Y/L/N takes a blade and digs it into her skin. Into her thighs, Her wrists, Her arms. Wherever she can. Long sleeves and jeans are her best friend. No matter what state her next case is in.
As Y/N was in the middle of dragging the silver, sharp blade across her pale, pure skin, There was a loud knock at her door. "One Minute!" She yelled, Panicking. She quickly wrapped some gauze around her thigh and pulled up her jeans. She wipes the tears off her face and runs to the door. It's JJ. Y/N opened the door. "Hey JJ, What's up?" She said trying to ignore the stinging sensation in her thigh. JJ looked at her up and down. "Are you okay Y/N?"
Y/N Started panicking on the inside but tried her best to remain calm. "I'm Fine! Why do you ask?"
"You look like you were crying, And you never replied to Garcia's text."
"Oh I guess my phone never went off. But I'm fine, really."
"If you say so… We have our new case. It's in Texas. Pack light, It's hot."
"Oh okay! Come in. What's the case?" Y/N asked while grabbing her go bag and packing some clothes. "Two teenagers found dead, badly beaten to death. Both low risk victims" JJ explained while watching Y/N pack her clothes. Noticing she never grabbed any of her shorts from on top of her dresser. "Hey Y/NYou should probably bring some shorts and t-shirts."
"Oh um I don't have any."
JJ noticed the lie as she was looking at them . "Oh alright, You almost packed?" JJ said skeptically.
"Yeah I'm ready. I'll drive!"
"Okay Y/N" JJ tossed the keys to her. As Y/Nhopped into the front seat, JJ took out her phone and texted Hotch.