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Brooke woke up and stretched. She rubbed her eyes and suddenly remembered her conversation with Leighton the previous night and the text she had received shortly after. Brooke grabbed her phone and saw she had fifty text messages from people she didn't know and a few she did know.

The first one simply said 'whore' the next said 'slut' and another said 'back-stabbing b****'.

"No,no,no,no this can't be happening," Brooke said as she scrolled through all the messages that said similar things. She deleted them and hoped that would be the end but the feeling in her gut said otherwise.

Brooke allowed herself five minutes to cry and then washed her turned off her phone threw on her brothers FBI sweatshirt and went to see if Hotch was awake.

"Morning,how did you sleep?" Hotch asked as he cooked scrambled eggs over the stove.

"Fine," Brooke said softly.

Hotch glanced and saw her eyes were red and puffy, "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Brooke said a little more sharply then she had intended, "Just not a morning person."

Hotch nodded and went back to the eggs,he figured she was just upset about Spencer and decided not to push it, "So Strauss gave us all the day off today."

"Because Spencer is dying?Figured she would give you time to grieve?What a thoughtful lady she is."

Hotch turned around at that comment, "He isn't going to die,he is a-"

"Fighter,I know," Brooke finished for him.

"She thought you could use the support and no cases have come in that we are needed on."

"Great."

"Don't sound so happy about it," Hotch said trying to make her smile.

"I'm not very hungry,is it alright if I just go shower?"

Hotch bit his lower lip,he knew he should make her eat because even he could see she was skinnier but also knew that he had to pick his battles, "Yeah,go ahead. I left a towel and washcloth in the bathroom for you."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome,I'll see you in a bit."

Brooke stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She made sure to keep her back to the mirror,she didn't want to see herself-not yet anyways. She threw on a sports bra and shorts wiped the steam from the mirror and looked at herself. She saw her ribs just starting to peek through and her shoulder blades looking just a bit sharper then the previous time. She still had miles to go but she was getting there.

Hotch opened the door to find Morgan,Garcia,Rossi,Prentiss,and JJ standing there.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Morgan led the way in while answering Hotch's question, "We decided we needed to go out and have some fun. Brooke needs fun and you need fun so we are going paint-balling."

"We are?"

"Yup,I called the girls and Rossi and we thought Brooke might enjoy doing something like that,where is she anyways?"

"Showering,but she should be done soon."

Rossi settled into the recliner, "How is she holding up?"

"Honestly,not so great. She's really snappy this morning so you have been warned."

Emily sat on the edge of the couch, "Do you guys ever get the feeling there is something more going on with her?"

"All the time,this morning she was really upset like she didn't even try to hide it which is unusual," Hotch said as he pulled out bottled water from the kitchen for everyone.

"Well,maybe this will be a healthy way for her to get her aggression out," Garcia said as she dug around her purse.

"Did you bring the whole kitchen with you,baby girl?" Morgan asked as Garcia pulled out a bunch of random trinkets.

"Very funny,no. I am looking for this cool little bracelet that I found that I think Brooke would like."

"What about Brooke?What are you guys all doing here?" Brooke asked as she came into the living room.

"We are going paint-balling,you in?" Morgan asked.

"Oh,umm I've never done it before."

"That's fine,I'm awful with those shooter things," Garcia said laughing.

JJ noticed Brooke was struggling to do something with her hair, "Want help? I learned how to fishtail."

Brooke walked over to JJ, "Sure,thanks."

"Not a problem,sweetie."

JJ worked on Brooke's hair while everyone chatted about whatever topic came up but making sure to stay clear of conversation that could bring in Spencer.

"All done,let's go!" JJ said as she tied the hairband around the bottom of Brooke's hair.

"Ready for this,kid?" Morgan asked as Brooke followed him out the door with Emily,JJ,Garcia,Rossi and Hotch behind them.

"I think so?"

"You're going to be great,I can just tell" Morgan told her and clapped her on the shoulder and feeling how her shoulder blades jutted out just a bit too far.

"Are you sure you have never shot a paint-ball gun before?" Hotch asked Brooke as she aimed and hit Morgan.

"Positive."

"You have a great shot,and you're really good at not getting hit," he said as he looked at her almost perfectly clean outfit.

"Being small and fast is pretty helpful," Brooke said as she turned and shot Garcia who yelped.

"Come on,let's go hunt down Prentiss," Hotch said as Brooke smiled at a paint covered Garcia.

"I would call that a success," Rossi said as Emily and JJ rubbed paint on Brooke's face.

"I would have to agree with you on that,she has a great shot," Hotch said nodding towards Brooke.

"A scary good shot for someone who has never fired a paint-ball gun before," Morgan added.

"She's got natural talent,that's for sure," Garcia said, "She definitely can be on my team next time we play."

The four walked over to where JJ,Emily and Brooke were finishing their mini paint war, "Who is up for some lunch on me?" Rossi asked.

"Me!" was shouted by the entire group causing Rossi to laugh, "Let's get going then."

Brooke slipped into the backseat next to Garcia and made room for Emily.

"Someone sure is popular," Emily commented as Brooke's phone lit up, "46 messages just while paint-balling?"

Garcia noticed how Brooke paled but didn't want to say anything.

"So who is the boy?" Emily asked poking Brooke in the side.

"There is no boy,just..my friends asking where I'm at," Brooke said distractedly as she scrolled through the messages that were basically the same content of the morning's text messages.

Brooke finally reached a familiar number,Christina,and opened the message hoping it was something good.

Her hands started shaking as she read the message, 'You r so dead to me,skank.'

"Brooke,you okay?" Garcia asked as Brooke fumbled with her phone trying to put it in her pocket.

"F-fine just,I don't feel so well."

"You don't look so great," Garcia said as she put her hand to Brooke's forehead, "Maybe food will help?"

"Maybe," Brooke said as she tried not to cry.

She was about to ask if they could go home when they pulled into Rossi's favorite pizza parlor parking lot. She would just have to suck it up and she would handle everything when she got back to Hotch's.

"I just can't get over how delicious their pizza is," Rossi said as the team plus Brooke walked back into Hotch's apartment.

"Why don't you tell us one more time?I may have missed that comment the first twenty times you said it," Morgan joked.

JJ was about to ask a question when Brooke spoke up, "I'm still not feeling that well,I'm going to go lay down for a bit."

Hotch noticed how her eyes didn't quite meet anyone's and she still looked a little shaken, "That's fine. Want me to wake you up in a couple hours?"

"Yes please," Brooke said as she went upstairs.

Brooke flipped her phone over and over in her hands. She didn't know what to do so she figured she would call Leighton and get her thoughts and then maybe go to Christina and try and fix things.

Brooke curled up on the bed waiting for Leighton to pick up but got no answer. She was about to redial when a new text message came in. She was about to delete it but saw that it was from Abby.

She hesitated before opening is but figured it wouldn't be too awful it was Abby after all, 'Hey,Jessie told me what's going down with Christina-you okay?'

Brooke didn't want to reply but knew she should, 'Yeah,just a for asking'

Abby's reply was instant, 'Anytime,if you need me I'm here-we are all praying for your brother xoxo'

Brooke read it and smiled,it was a typical Abby thing to say. She closed the message and tried calling Leighton again and just when she was ready to hang up Leighton answered, "Hey."

"Hey so umm did you talk to Christina?"

"Yeah I did and...sorry but you are on your own."

"What?"

"I need to stay neutral. For the sake of the team."

"Leighton,I've gotten nearly one hundred messages from people and a majority of them I don't even know-what am I supposed to do?"

"Grovel for Christina's forgiveness? I don't know,Flyer."

"Great just great."

"Hey,don't take it out on me."

"Right,I know sorry I just I don't know what to do."

"Just apologize and stay out of her way,it will blow over eventually."

"Okay,thanks Leighton."

"Anytime,oh and Brooke?"

"Yeah?"

"If you haven't yet,don't log onto your online profile..."

"Why?"

"Just..don't. Take my word for it."

"Fantastic. Thanks."

"Just letting you know!"

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah,have a good-night Flyer."

"You too," Brooke said as she hung up the phone.

This was not turning out the way she had planned. She thought maybe Christina would realize it was all just a mistake but that obviously was not the case.

Brooke groaned and turned her phone up and decided to take a nap,maybe it was all just a really long,really awful dream.