(I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! I'm sorry if it seems to be a bit slow these first couple of chapters, I'm just trying to establish s firm beginning. I would love some feedback on what you think of the fic so far! Jordo.)

"There is no luck except where there is discipline." Irish Proverb

Even though I went to bed fairly early, I'm still not too happy about my alarm clock's cheerful chirp. As I swing my legs to the floor I feel a small twinge of soreness in my legs. It makes me smile as I flex and point my feet, reveling in the sensation.

As I walk into the bathroom I remember the scale hidden in the cabinet between the cotton balls and half filled lotion majority of my being knows that weighing myself would be pointless. It's only been 11 hours since my initial weigh in. But there's a small part, barely audible, that is curious. I grab the scale and place it on the ground and step on the scale. The dial spins back and forth. 136 pounds. My heart flutters and my skin feels tingly. With just some healthy food choices and exercise, I had lost a pound! I nudge the scale with my foot so that it rests in the crevice between the sink and the bathtub. I pull my hair up and start applying moisturizer. I knew I could do this. It's just a matter of control.

Since I showered last night, I have plenty of time to get ready this morning. After finishing my makeup and straightening my hair, I turn on my Keurig and start a cup of coffee. My stomach grumbles so I grab the eggs from the fridge. I put a pan of water on the stove and google how long to boil eggs. I doctor my coffee with creamer and sugar. I take a sip, savoring it. My morning coffee is one of my favorite things. The water begins to bubble and I place three eggs in the pot. I set the timer and try to find clothes in the hamper that are clean enough. I find black pants tucked in a pocket of my go bag and pull them on. I grab a red tank top and pull it over my head. I know that I have a blazer in the office that I can throw on.

I hear the timer begin to ring in the kitchen and I hurry to turn off the burner. I pour out the water and rinse the eggs with cold water. I tap them against the counter and peel off the shells. I pull a plate from the cabinet and set the eggs it. I cut them in half and add salt and pepper. I take a bite of one and relish then tangy yolk. I quickly polish off the rest of them. As I'm rinsing off my plate I notice that I'm still hungry. Normally I would grab something else, no questions asked. Well, normally breakfast would have been a bowl of sugary cereal or a couple of donuts snagged from the break room. I;m probably not even hungry, I'm thirsty. I steal myself against grabbing more breakfast and simply rinsed my dishes instead. I grab a water bottle and fill it at the sink.

At work, I find my inbox overflowing with requests from precincts from across the nation. I sigh, my high spirits from this morning quickly falling away. When I open the email, I know. Right away, from the attached photos of the crime scenes, the established pattern of victims, the accelerating time line… They need us. I stand from my desk and go about assembling the team. We have a new case and it is going to be a tough one.

That evening finds us in Blythe, it was hot in Virginia, then Blythe is an actual hell. As we step off the plane we are told that it's 108 degrees. My skin feels as if it's going to physically burn off and I'm thankful that I decided on the tank top.

"What is this weather, man? This has got to be the hottest place on Earth." grumbles Morgan.

"Blythe actually is one of the hottest towns in the continental US. Until recently, it had a record high of 122 degrees reached twice; once in 1920 and 1929. However, earlier this summer the record was smashed when temperatures reached 124 degrees." Reid quips.

"How do you- no, you know what, I don't care. It's too hot for questions." Emily is squinting into the sun as she attempts to locate her sunglasses in her bag.

"Guys I know it's hot, but we do have a case." We all follow Hotch into the tiny police department., thankful to be out of the sun.

We spend all afternoon and most of the evening poring over all of the evidence gathered by the local police force. Morgan and Emily were sent out to take a look at the most recent crime. Spence, Rossi, and Hotch went to canvas the town and visit the bodies in the coroner's office. This left me to talk with the families, find out what they know.

It's close to eight when everyone finally trickles in. I can tell from everyone's weary, sweaty faces that their days were about as productive as mine.

"What do you guys want to order for dinner? I'm starving" Morgan asks.

"You're always starving." Spence mumbles under his breath.

"What was that, pretty boy?"

"What? Nothing!"

"Pizza?" asks Emily.

"That sounds good. The usual?" Everyone nods. We all head up our rooms to drop off our bags. I'm sharing with Em as usual. We claim beds and I soak a washcloth in cold water and rest it on the back of my neck. Our rickety AC is working hard to cool the room but it's efforts were barely noticeable.

We make our way back downstairs to the conference room to find the pizza has been delivered. I can smell the garlicy goodness coming from the boxes and realize that in the commotion of getting everyone briefed and on the plane, I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. I am instantaneously ravenous. I grab a paper plate and begin to load it down with slice of pizza. The cheese and pepperoni smell delectable and my mouth begins to water. I don't even make it to my seat before taking a giant bite of the first slice, burning my tongue. A small moan escapes me.

"You okay over there, Jayje?" Emily asks.

"Be sure to save some pizza for the rest of us!" jokes Rossi the other side of the table. I feel my cheeks getting hot as I take in the massive amount of food on my plate. It's definitely too much for one person. And you're watching what you eat, remember? Greasy pizza isn't exactly helping the cause.

"Sorry everyone, I'm uh, eating with my eyes today I guess." I take a smaller bite of the piece I had started. I have the strangest feeling of shame begin to soak through my abdomen, stronger than the contracting of my stomach. I keep taking small bites of the same slice as we once again go over every detail of the case. I find it a little hard to focus on the unsub's motivations though, as my mind is consumed with thoughts of the food on my plate. I really don't think one piece will be enough to fill me up but do I really need a second? It's not like I was out in the field today, I was sitting behind a desk consoling families.

I have almost convinced myself that the second piece is perfectly reasonable when everyone stands and I realize that we're heading up to our rooms. Since I don't want to be left down here alone, I choose to throw away my plate and extra pieces. I follow Em towards our room, decidedly ignoring the unsatisfied hunger within.

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