yesterday, you got the call that broke your heart, you knew you’d never recover, you was told that your parents had been killed because of a car crash, they were DOA, (dead on arrival) there was nothing the paramedics could’ve done to help them, you began to spiral, you called into work, putting on a brave persona to tell hotch you couldn’t make it, because you were ‘sick’, but he knew it wasn’t true, he was a damn profiler.

he does his research, finding out about your parents, so he rushed to the bullpen, telling the team the horrible news, sympathetic ‘aww’s flow throughout the bullpen, so they all grab cleaning supplies, knowing your house would be a mess, you were spiralling after all, you was in your bed, a sobbing mess, fresh scars on your wrists with a bottle of vodka in your hand as you took a swig from the bottle, freezing when you hear the door knock.

you had a moment of hesitation, before you reluctantly got up, putting on a dressing gown and swinging the foot open, expecting to see a family member, maybe your cousin, or even your sister, but not your team.. no you never expected them, especially not with cleaning supplies in their hands..