Hotch led Y/N inside. "This really isn't necessary, I don't need to be babysat."
"We're not loosing you Y/N, Follow me." Hotch led Y/N to the guest bedroom. "Tomorrow I'll get Emily to take you to the store for some room decor, You'll be staying here for a while so you should get comfortable. What do you want for lunch?"
"Hotch really I'm fine." Y/N said in her most convincing voice.
"The marks and burn on your arms say otherwise."
Y/N rolled her eyes at the older man. They treat her like a kid. She's the youngest on the team but she can take care of herself. She doesn't need to be babysat. She's fine.
"So what do you want for lunch?"
"I'm not hungry." Y/N mumbled.
"You haven't eaten breakfast either so I think you need to tell me what you want for lunch."
Y/N was hungry. But she can't let her other secret get out. The one where she starves herself for days at a time. The one where she hates her body.
"I'm not hungry!" Y/N said more loudly then she intended. She immediately snapped her mouth shut. The guilt running through her body. They were trying to help her. But she doesn't need or want their help. She's fine.
Hotch just looked at her tilting his head. It didn't take a profiler to know what this was about. The not eating, The turning down lunch and dinner, The going to the bathroom after anyone made her eat. She had anorexia. She was all skin and bones. "Y/N I think you should sit down and eat right now. You're heading down a dangerous road here."
Y/N sat on the bed with her head in her hands. She refused to meet Hotch's stare. This was ridiculous. She just wanted to go home. Hotch saw her clenching her jaw. Hotch put a hand on her shoulder. "I'll find something to make you Y/N" and Hotch walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Y/N cursed herself internally. She can't keep a secret from a team of profilers. She wasn't cut out for this job. She can't even lie convincingly. Or maybe this team was just too good at profiling. All these thoughts just raced through her head as she closed her eyes. Next thing she knew, she woke up.
She heard voices outside her door. What time was it? What happened? Y/N turned on her phone. 3:57. She's been asleep for over an hour. Her heart pounded. Where was she? Who was outside? She leaned her ear to the door. She couldn't make out the words or the people talking. She put her hand on the doorknob, debating whether she should open it. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Her heart raced. Who was out there? She looked around the room. A king sized bed with white satin sheets and a grey blanket. a shelf with books, a nightstand, a dresser, a nice window with a window sill you could sit on, A beanbag chair, and a tv. Where the hell is she. She doesn't remember anything or how she got there. Her stomach was doing whirls. Everything was blurry. She sat on the bed shaking and crying, Her heart racing. She was terrified. Then the door opened.