AN: Hey! Clearly I have found time to write during my trip, halleluiah! I'll probably update again within the next few days, I have the next chapter planned out and it may take a bit to write. But have no fear, I will get it to you ASAP! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 52

I sat in the seemingly brand new burgundy leather loveseat, picking at my irritated cuticles. The sound of the clock ticking was the only entity keeping the room from dead silence. I wiggled my toes uncomfortably in my black oxfords, feeling my chest rise and fall with each breathe.

Spencer got his wish, he pushed me into therapy. But just because he got me there didn't mean I had to talk.

Sue, my middle aged shrink, sat in the chair parallel to me and tapped her pen on the yellow notepad sitting in her lap.

"So Jenna, Spencer tells me your mother passed away when you were young" Sue stated, taking off her large framed glasses.

"That must be really hard for you" She added. I could feel her eyes on me, just as I had for the past thirty three minutes and twenty four seconds. I kept my gaze pointed downward, shrugging my shoulders.

"Well, that's the most I've gotten out of you in the past half hour. I guess that's a step forward" Sue sighed patiently. I fought off the laugh I felt coming up, determined to hold my hostile ground.

I fiddled with the chipping paint on my nails, waiting for time to pass.

"Don't you think it's a bit chilly outside for what you're wearing?"Sue piped up. I had on a pair of black high waisted shorts, tights underneath, and a long sleeved black and white striped scoop neck to top it off.

Truth is, it was too cold for the outfit. I was freezing actually. But that morning I had reached my new lowest weight of 101.7 pounds, BMI of 16.9. I could feel my knobby hip bones through my semi-thick bottoms, and if I was careful I could almost each one of my ribs. I caught myself feeling them as a sense of comfort, just to know they're there.

I was having a good body image day to say the least. Usually if I was around Spencer, or the team even, I would cover up as much as possible to prevent them from saying anything. But I was proud of my progress, although I still had some work to do.

Just three more pounds.

For a moment I forgot I was in Sue's office, lost in a whirl wind of numbers and measurements within my own head. It didn't matter though, I wasn't answering her questions anyway.

I listened to the clock tick on and on. It seemed to be moving at a snail pace. After what seemed like hours, the hands finally struck 5:30pm.

"Oh, it looks like our time is up. It was nice meeting you, have a nice weekend" I stood up and said in a genuine polite tone, presumably surprising Sue with my newly found vocal chords.

I step out into the waiting room to see Spencer reading a case file, as per usual.

"Hey how'd it go?" He asked, standing up and pushing the manila folder into his messenger bag. I looked at him with one eye brow raised and my arms crossed, and shortly took off to the car.

Spencer stayed behind talking to Sue, probably about my lack of speech throughout the entire session.

"Ya know, you might actually get something out of this if you actually made an effort to talk" Spencer announced while climbing into the vehicle and starting the engine. He didn't seem angry, or annoyed, more of informative.

I didn't reply, but stared out the window for a majority of the ride home. Spencer kept glancing at the road, then to me, then the road, then back to me again. I pretended to ignore it, but really it was ticking me off.

"Why are you so quiet?" Spencer broke the silence with a skeptic tone.

"I don't know, long day at school I guess" I lied.

"What's been up with you lately? You haven't been yourself for a while" He declared.

He was right, I wasn't myself. Each day, she took another inch of me captive. She was not only a voice in the back of my mind anymore, but an entity much bigger than me. She controlled me, whether I liked it or not. I rarely ever got away from her, and when I did it was only because I was with someone strong enough to overpower her.

That person being Matthew.

"I'm still me" I stated in the most 'Jenna-like' tone I could scrounge up. He glared at me, detecting my deficient amount of truth.

"I need to stop at the BAU and pick up a few files, and I think the team really wants to see you" Spencer switched the topic quickly.

"Oh, a-alright sounds good" I agreed, unfolding the overhead mirror and checking my appearance. I fixed my smudged eyeliner and ran my fingers through any knots that resided in my hair, strands detaching form my scalp and interweaving themselves between my fingers. The only downside to having hair down to my backside was the easiness it took to screw it up. One gust of wind and I have a tangled mess.

The car came to a halt and we made our way up to the BAU in silence. Spencer pushed opened the glass doors and we flooded into the nearly empty bullpen. I immediately spotted Emily at her desk, Garcia ranting next to it, and Derek leaning back in his chair with his feet up on his desk across from Emily's. I assumed JJ was in her office, and the same went for Hotch and Rossi.

"Hey Reid's, what brings you two here on a Friday night? I thought we sent pretty boy home already" Derek grinned, receiving one form my as well.

"Boy genius forgot some files" I mocked.

"Of course he did" Emily joined in with slight chuckle.

Garcia, who I didn't know disappeared in the first place, all of a sudden greeted me with cup of black coffee in a blue mug with the FBI emblem plastered across it.

"You know me so well, thanks Garcia" I said while taking the cup into my hands.

"Anything for my munchkin" She replied. I pulled up a chair from one of the surrounding vacant desks and sat down with the other agents.

"So Mini-Reid, how's that boy friend of yours? Treating you well I hope?" Derek questioned.

"He's great, and don't worry, he's treating better than I probably deserve" I confessed, not able to fight off the smile that forced itself onto my face.

"He better be nothing short of that, or else I have to bash his head in" Derek replied. Garcia punched him full force in the arm.

"Derek Morgan must you be so violent?" She reprimanded him.

"You're the one who just hurled your fist into my shoulder!" Derek defended, rubbing the area.

"They really are something" Emily muttered to me as I sipped my coffee.

"They sure are" I giggled back.

"Alright alright, I'll hold off hurting this kid until I get to know him. When can we all meet him?" Derek inquired.

"Oh uh, n-next weekend maybe?" I blurted out without thinking.

"Next weekend it is!" Emily declared. As much as I wanted Matthew to meet the team, I didn't want them to scare him off. Although it was highly unlikely for Matthew to skedaddle out of my life because of a group of six FBI agents practically interrogating him, the threat still stood in the back of my mind.

"ooo why not tomorrow! I'm dying to meet this boy!" Garcia pleaded.

"Can't, the cast results for Swan Lake go up tomorrow and if things don't turn out well I won't be very fun to hang around" I quickly shot back. "Besides, I think he'll need time to prepare for whatever you guys throw at him" I added in jokingly.

"Oh come on, we won't be that harsh!"Emily defended. I raised my brow and slapped on an expression to conflict her statement.

"Okay yeah you're right" She mumbled.

"Alright, time to go Jenna" Spencer popped out of nowhere.

"Oh uh, alright. Bye guys" I waved on my way to the glass doors beside Spencer.

"Goodbye!"

"Good luck with Swan Lake! Fingers crossed!"

"I hope all goes well!"

We exited the building and embarked on another silent car ride, and I went to bed that night with my nerves getting the best of me.