- this story will contain dark themes, especially based around those of self harm / eating disorders / abuse

Her room was still dark when her eyes flickered open, bar the flash of numerous colors she could see under the gap in the door.
It hadn't been a dream. He was still here. And wasting her electricity bill from the looks of things.
She felt uneasy, but knew she had confront him at some point. She unlocked her phone and squinted suddenly as the bright light stung her eyes. No better time than 5:37am.
Throwing back the covers, she clenched her teeth as the bitter air harshly hit her. Goosebumps ran their way over her ivory skin.
For crying out loud, you're a grown ass woman, this is your house, he can't boss you around anymore, you owe him nothing, kick his ass out!
She thought to herself.
JJ sighed and placed her feet upon the wooden floor. Instantly she froze, as though she'd stepped on a million shards of glass. Looking down, she realized her feet were bare. As was the rest of her, clad only in her underwear. Turning to her left, she spotted her clothes thrown into a disorganized heap on her dresser.
That bastard.
Glaring at the door, she was undecided as to whether she should dress before shooting him or after.
Throwing on her dressing gown, JJ angrily threw open the door. He was exactly where she'd left him, slouched across her sofa as if it were his own.
Before she was able to open her mouth, he beat her to it.
"You've put on a bit of weight, don't you think? Like I get that your job's stressful and everything, but damn girl, light a spliff or something, don't eat every edible thing in the apartment."
The comment stumped her. Before she could stop herself, she glanced down towards her stomach and involuntarily breathed in a little. Had she put on weight? Her clothes still fit her okay, didn't they? No one else had said anything, but, would they? Maybe she should...
The blonde quickly shook her head. No. It was too easy to get roped back into all of that. She was stronger than that. She wasn't going to let this asshole drag her back to rock bottom after she'd spent so many years scrambling to the top.

"I want you to leave. Now. And I don't want to see you again."
"Yeah okay."
"I mean it Adam. I don't want you here."
He brazenly slumped his arm across the back of the sofa and shifted to look in her direction.
"Okay. If that's what you really want, then I'll go."
JJ blinked in confusion. What even was this guy doing? She had no idea what game he was playing and she hated feeling so left out of the loop.
"Okay..." She replied, still dumbfounded.
"Next week."
Her tongue flicked over her teeth.
"Next week what?"
"I'll go. Next week."
"Excuse me?"
"I need somewhere to crash for a week, maybe two tops. Then I'll be out of that pretty blonde hair of yours, okay? Chill baby, you wont even know I'm here."

Throwing her arms up, JJ laughed sarcastically.
"Really? Because when you're sneaking into my room and undressing me without my consent I'm pretty sure I'll know you're still here!"
"You looked uncomfortable, I was being.."
"what, a creep?" JJ finished for him.
"You've never complained about me undressing you before." Adam smirked.
JJ's eyes turned a cloudy shade of deep blue; the anger that was building up inside of her was making her feel nauseous.

"Don't ever touch me again." She said, before escaping back to her room.

She felt drained. Staring at herself in the mirror, she realized she looked even worse than she felt. Looking over into the far side of the bathroom, JJ chewed repeatedly on her bottom lip. Breathing out through her nose, she swiftly removed her dressing gown. She stepped gingerly onto the glass scales below.
She held her breath as the numbers began to rise. Finally, they stopped still, and so did she. She didn't move an inch.
He was right. She had put on weight. Not a lot, barley anything noticeable. But still. The evidence was right there staring her in the face. And suddenly, she felt nauseous all over again.
She quickly stepped back onto the cold tiled floor as though she been burnt. She felt at loss as to what she should do.
Hadn't she heard Garcia talking about some kind of new crazy diet she'd been looking into? Apparently it worked kinda well...

Grabbing her hairbrush from the side of the sink, JJ frantically began brushing through her golden locks, desperately trying to push the probing thoughts back into the box they'd sprung from and convincing herself that a couple of pounds here or there didn't make a difference.
But they did.
The alarm singing to her from her Iphone pulled her out of her daze. She had less than 20 minutes to make herself look presentable and get to work.
30 minutes later, she'd only just finished pulling on her shoes and stepping out of her room.
Adam stood before her, waiting, a mug of steaming hot coffee held out to her in his left hand.
"Coffee, slightly milky, 2 and a half sugars, just the way you like it." He smiled.
JJ pushed past him, grabbing her jacket off the back of the sofa.
"Hey. I went through the effort of making you a coffee, the least you could do is say thank you."
Her piercing glare shot up to meet his. Still she remained silent.
She turned and pulled on her jacket, picked up her keys, and headed to the door, but before she could reach out for the handle, his hand had already snaked itself around her right wrist and yanked her backwards.
She gasped, more in shock than pain.
He pulled her close so that her face was only centimeters from his.
"Don't be an ungrateful little bitch Jenny, because you know how much that shit pisses me off."
His tone was low and laden with unspoken threats.
JJ opened her mouth to speak, but deiced it be wiser not to start an argument she knew from experience she couldn't finish.
Instead, she smiled, apologized and humored him with a thank-you, before taking the coffee and heading out of the door.
Adam smiled proudly.
"You're welcome baby. Have a good day. See you later!"
The second he shut the door, JJ slumped back against it. She knew exactly where this was going. She'd been there before. Her team could probably help, but how could she possibly tell them. They'd want to know everything. Every little detail about what was going on. Hell, she didn't even know what was going on. The past 24 hours had made little to no sense to her. All she knew, was that he was there.
She pictured each of her colleagues' faces if they found out about her past. No one would look at her the same again. Not Emily. Not Garcia...Not even Hotch...
Shaking her head and discarding her mug into the nearest trash can, she plastered on the biggest smile she could summon, and headed to work.