You'd been acting off. Derek noticed it from the moment you stepped into the office on Monday two weeks ago. He thought you were having a bad day, and then he figured it was a bad week, but now it was the second Monday since and you were still so off.

Not everyone noticed, but he did. He knew that Hotch and Prentiss had, and probably Reid, too. Nobody was saying anything out of respect for you. Well, he was gonna say something, because you were obviously getting sick, and not in the normal way. You had begun to work through lunches and withdraw, and you looked exhausted.

So, he pulled you aside to a private room before you entered the bullpen in the morning.

"Okay, what the hell is going on with you?"