Y/N was the first one on the jet. She sat next to the window. Once the jet was successfully in the air, Hotch decided it was time. Hotch sat next to Y/N, Derek sat across from you, and Rossi beside Derek. JJ and Reid sat at the table across from them. Y/N was blocked in with nowhere to run to.
The team all all turned their attention to Y/N.
"Hey" Morgan says softly. Y/N ignored him and kept looking out the window. Morgan looked at Hotch then refocused his attention to y/n.
"Y/N" He went to softly reach for her hand. Y/N flinched. "Y/N?" Derek asked.
"Oh sorry. You startled me" She said with a fake smile plastered across her face. "What's up?" Y/N asked noticing she was boxed in.
"We need to talk." Hotch said turning to Y/N.
"Sure, What's going on?"
Hotch softly places his hand on her thigh. As he does, The whole team sees her flinch. Hotch moves his hand back. "Y/N can I ask you something?" Hotch questioned.
"I guess."
Hotch took a breath. "Y/N... Are you cutting yourself?" Y/N froze. She feels like she been punched in the gut. They know. Y/N Ignores his question and turns back to the window. The team exchanged worried looks. Morgan reaches over the table and hold both of Y/N's hands firmly.
"Baby I need you to look at us and answer the question." Morgan says somewhat firmly but also softly.
"Let me go!" Y/N yanks her hands away.
"You need to show us." Reid chimed in.
"I don't need to show you guys anything. Get out of the way!" Y/N screams while panicking. "Please just leave me alone!"
Hotch moves out of the way not knowing that Y/N was going to go to the bathroom.
"Oh god" JJ says while Morgan runs to the bathroom and kicks the door open. "No! Y/N! Drop it!" Hotch runs over and grabs the blade from Y/N before she can harm herself. Hotch throws it on the ground while Morgan Holds Y/N tightly.
"Get her out of the bathroom." Hotch tells Morgan. Morgan brings her to the couch on the jet. Still Holding her tightly. Y/N is sobbing. Hotch walks over and rolls up Y/N's sleeve. Rows and rows of self inflicted marks line her arm. Some purple, Some faded, Some fresh.
"Rossi Go get me the first aid kit." Hotch says calmly. As Rossi hands Hotch the first aid kit, Morgan is still restraining Y/N. As Hotch is cleaning her wounds, JJ starts counting them. "27 on her arms."
"Let me go!" Y/N screams while trying to pull her hands away from Morgan. The grip around her wrists tighten as Morgan holds her. "Y/N You need to calm down!"
Y/N starts thrashing around on the couch. Trying to kick Hotch and JJ away from her. "Morgan you need to get a better grip. I can't clean her cuts if she doesn't stay still"
"I can't control her Hotch."
"Well then as much as I hate to do this we have to restrain her." Hotch slowly grabs his handcuffs from his pocket. "Y/N this is just for our and your safety. We need to clean your wounds but you keep moving. This is only until you calm down." Hotch tells y/n softly.
"No! Stop! Get away from me!" Click. Click. Y/N couldn't move her arms anymore. They were both cuffed to the arm of the couch. "Stop! Let me out!"
Hotch sits across from her and next to Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss. Reid, completely unfazed, is sitting behind them doing some light reading of War and Peace. Morgan sitting next to Y/N lightly stroking her hair trying to calm her down as she cries.