Even though you were extremely tired it still took you hours to be able to fall asleep. You fell asleep clutching one of your pillows. But it's not like you were gonna get much sleep anyway. When you woke up the sound of your alarm was blazing in your ear.

You were lucky it even sounded because you forgot to charge your phone. 11%.

It's gonna be a long day.

You lifted yourself out of your bed and into the bathroom. The warm water ran down your skin and through your hair. You stood under the showerhead. You breathed slowly preparing for the day ahead of you.

Wrapping yourself in a towel you find your phone that you had plugged in. There were no frantic messages so that was a good thing. All murderers have decided to take a break. In Penelope's words "maybe they went to therapy".

You didn't leave your apartment till you had to. You weren't going to mess up your somewhat perfect attendance because of a fight. You had thought about taking the day off, but there was a lot of work to do.

Pulling into the parking lot, you debated if you should wait out the 15 minutes you had till having to be at your desk.

I don't have to talk to him today. I don't even have to see him. What if he keeps his blinds open? Shit, what if there's a case? Uh, whatever.

You grabbed your to-go coffee cup and bag and headed inside. You felt the bottom of your trench coat move up with the wind. Walking up to the door you adjusted your bag so you could open the door. Before you could pull it open there was someone that opened it.

Following the hand, you were met with Derek. He normally was already sitting at his desk with his second cup of coffee at this point. But you didn't question him, just thanked him and walked inside.

On the way up you kept shifting your weight on your feet. Visibly uncomfortable, even you noticed it. He knew better than to ask what was wrong. He was scared he might get yelled at, and it was too early for that.

The ding from the elevator caused your shoulders to drop in relief. You took a giant step when getting off the elevator but you didn't get far. Penelope was waiting but the glass doors.

"There you guys are, grab your go-bags." She said once she was in earshot.

"What's going on?" Derek asked.

"You haven't seen the news?" She asked back. You both shook your head. She waved you both to follow her into the bullpen. Your attention was drawn to the tv that was playing the news.

"Just after 8 this morning, 40- year- old Darrin Call, a lifelong resident of Louisville, assaulted customers at the pharmacy on the corner of main and Truxton avenues. Eyewitnesses saw him walking east on main street minutes after the attack.." The report spoke as a picture of the unsub popped up on the screen.

"You're going to Louisville," Penelope said, bringing your attention back to her. Your eyes glanced up to Aaron's office and the lights were still off. As if she knew what you were looking for Penelope asked. "Do you know where Hotch is? Cause Rossi can't get a hold of him."

You shocked your head. You two haven't talked since he left your apartment the night prior.

"Is he spending the day with Jack?" Derek asked you.

"No, Jacks with his aunt visiting some of their family downstate. They aren't coming back till after thanksgiving." You said not making eye contact with either agent. There wasn't much else to say so tightened the grip on your bag and walked back to the elevator.

Derek had caught the elevator doors before they shut. Successfully standing by you again in complete silence.

They need to add elevator music.

"You wanna ride to the airport together?" He asked. He felt eyes scan you looking by for micro-details. The only movement you made was a nod.

You mumbled something about driving. Keeping your eyes on the road will keep your mind quiet.

And that's exactly what happened. There was music playing lightly in the back. As opposed to the other music you normally played when you and Derek were going to the airport. There used to be no hesitation in blasting music and driving through the open road. But today it was gloomy, the sun was nowhere to be found.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Derek broke the silence.

"N-"

"No, I'm not taking 'nothing' as an answer." He cut you off. "What happened last night?"

"He came, we talked, he left, we're not talking." You answered and tightened your grip on the steering wheel.

"What did you say?" You ignored his assumption that you had been the person to do something wrong.

"I said I don't do good with lying and I need time to recuperate."

"And?" He kept asking.

"He let the door slam behind him." You adjusted yourself in your seat when you came to a red light. "He thought I was trying to leave him-which I don't blame him for because the way I was sounding was like I was done with all his shit." You said and kept driving the short distance.

"So you guys haven't spoken?" He was trying to have everything be crystal clear in his head.

"No." You answered simply hoping for that to be the end of the conversation.

"But-" You cut him off.

"Derek I'm trying not to cry while thinking about this, so can we please just drop it?" You asked, but he had no time to answer because you had pulled up to the landing strip.

You quickly parked the car and jumped out. The cold air that fills your lungs makes you shiver slightly. You grab your go-bag from the back of the car and follow Derek to the steps of the jet. When you turn your head you see Emily was the only other person that was there.

"I never thought I'd see you sitting here again." You said and sat across from her by the window. Derek chuckled and sat next to you.

"First case back, how do you feel?" Derek asked.

"Well, Spencer won't look at me and Penelope is a little distance." She said and fidgeted with her fingers.

Spencer had come to you during that time you all thought Emily was gone forever. He was like you and couldn't stop crying no matter how hard he tried. You two had shared ice cream at times.

"He'll come around." You tried to sound reassuring.

This was the point in time you would look at the case file. But since the incident just happened, there was no case file yet.

Silence filled the air of the jet. It was only sounds of leather rubbing against legs. You listed your hand to push your glasses further up your face.

The sound of heels hitting the stairs got everyone's attention. You peek your head over the seat to see who was walking in. Rossi and Hotch. JJ and Reid were close behind them. JJ started handing out files and happily took the seat next to Emily.

"Good to see you," Rossi said to Emily as he took a seat on the couch. Reid took a seat next to Rossi and Aaron stood awkwardly in the aisle. Derek had taken his normal seat.

You could feel his eye burning a hole in your head. When you looked up he didn't try to make it seem like he was looking at you. His eyes were glued on yours. You instinctively reached for your necklace and rubbed it between your fingers.

"Hello, my lovely crime fighters." Penelope's voice came from the computer that was sitting next to you. As you were looking at Penelope you could still feel a certain pair of eyes on you.

"Any other attacks?" Aaron asked.

"Not yet," Penelope answered.

"He's proven hard to track. He's never had a driver's license, so he's most likely still on foot." You said and flipped through the pages.

"Or public transportation." JJ chimed in.

"He's not gonna take the bus. His face is everywhere." Emily said. Penelope had pulled up the picture from the security camera.

"Has anyone found a stressor?" Hotch said. He sounds aggravated.

"He just lost his job. He's worked at a factory since 1990. Made appliances since forced and not a single promotion. He's a hermit variety. As far as I can tell he's got no one." Penelope said.

"Nothing to live for," Derek said.

"So why hasn't he killed himself yet? Sprees usually end in suicide. If he's got nothing to live for, why hasn't he ended it?" Hotch said. You were a little taken back by his bluntness.

"Because he isn't finished yet. We know he was displaced anger. He took it out on the first victim." You glared at him as you spoke.

"Well, the stock boy represents someone. We need to know who." He said and turned around to find a seat at the front of the jet.

"What the hell was that?" Emily asked as she leaned over the table. You didn't answer, just rolled your eyes and readjusted yourself in your seat.

~~~~~

You were instructed to go to the pharmacy with Derek and Hotch. Why you weren't sent to the station with Spencer? You have no idea.

You kept as much distance between you and Aaron as you could.

Derek was off talking to the pharmacist that was present during the attack. Even though you were halfway across the store you could hear the conversation. You walked around the store with your hands behind your back. Scanning to see the room imagine how the altercation happened.

"He was on an antipsychotic?" You hear Hotch's voice. You turned around to see that he had joined Derek in asking questions.

"That's why I wanted him to calm down." The pharmacist said, her voice was faint.

You didn't think much of the conversation so you went back to walking around the crime scene. Looking at the discarded bags on the floor. Pill bottles scattered across the floor

"And when were you going to tell us this?" Hotch's voice came again. This time you fully turned around to see what was happening. You started to walk over but Derek and Hotch were starting to walk away.

You could hear him yelling on the phone. He was talking to Penelope.

"What the hell is going on with him?" Derek asked you. You gave him a confused look. "He blew up on your witness and is yelling at Penelope for not getting records fast enough." He filled in.

Did I do this?

"I uh- I- I don't know." You stuttered.

~~~~~

Rossi had found the address of the unsubs therapists, and since you, Hotch and Derek were closer that where you were heading.

Hotch was stepping on the gas like it was nobody's business. If you didn't know any better you would've thought it was Derek who was driving. You held on to the handlebar almost the whole ride. Once the car came to a screeching halt you jumped out and ran behind Derek into the office.

Running up the stairs and down the narrow hallway to the open door. All three of you came to a stop when you saw the body on the floor. The local officers standing around waiting for your order. You holstered your gun and rubbed the back of your neck. The office was destroyed, tables were broken. Filed cabinet half-open with paper scattered on the floor.

"All right, get out of here and check the perimeter," Derek said to the officers. They did as they were instructed and left the room.

You turned your head when you heard footsteps approaching. It was Emily and Rossi. Derek has stepped away to examine the body. You and Emily shared a look. Neither of you wanted to be there. Rossi's eyes were locked on Hotch waiting for him to say something or give an order.

"We're too late," Hotch said and walked out of the room.

"Hotch!" Emily called after him. She looked over at you waiting for you to do something. You shoved your hands in your back pockets and hung your head.

Someone from CSI came around and handed everyone gloves. You took them and started going through the filing cabinet looking for the unsubs file. From the corner of your eye, you saw Emily slip out of the door. Rossi was on the other side of the room looking through the other cabinet.

"He cleaned up, changed his clothes," The lead detective said and held up a bloody shirt. "Could have dyed his hair for all I know."

"He's suffering from a psychotic break. He's not dogging us on purpose." You said. The detective raised his eyebrows.

"Trust her, she knows what she's talking about," Rossi said.

"Look at this place," Derek said.

"Yeah, it's a mess." The detective said.

"It's more than that, he was looking for something," Derek said and looked over to you and Rossi.

"I can't find his file," Rossi said and looked over at you, you shook your head.

There was a tap on your shoulder when you turned around and saw Emily. She averted her eyes when you turned around. She motioned for you to follow her so you did. You ripped the gloves off, you threw them out.

"You need to talk to Hotch." She said once you were close enough.

"What happened?" You asked

"He just finished yelling at Penelope for the second time today. Not to mention the crazy attitude he gave me." She said. You ran your hand over your face. You apologized for him and walked and found your way out of the building.

When you walked out you saw him standing by one car. He was staring intensely at his phone. Letting out a deep breath you walk to him.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked, but you didn't answer. You grab his arm and walk him far enough away from the other officers. Once you were sure you were out of earshot you crossed your arms and looked up at him.

"If you're gonna be mad, be mad at me because it's my fault." You said.

"I'm not mad." He said and put his phone in his inside jacket pocket.

"Really?" You scoffed. "If you are not mad when do you keep yelling at Penelope for things that aren't her fault? Why is Emily the second person to ask me what's wrong with you?"

"Y/N, just leave it." He tried to move past you but you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

"I'm not gonna leave it because they don't deserve this. You mad at me so take it out on me. Give me the attitude." You said and tried to find his eye while you spoke.

"Fine." He waved you off.

You did tell him to give you the attitude so you weren't surprised when he didn't say anything else. When he was out of your line of sight you could see everyone walking out of the building. Emily looked at you from across the street and silently asked if everything was all right. You nodded.

You made your way over to the other side of the street trying to keep as much distance away from Aaron as possible.

"Do you mind if I ride back to the station with you? There's too much tension in that car." You asked Emily and Rossi from the driver's side window.

"Hop on in kid," Rossi said. You opened the back seat door and climbed into the car. Rossi pulled out of the parking spot and drove by Hotch and Derek's car. Your and Hotch's eye lock for a split second. Once they're gone you focus your vision out the window.

"Do I ask what's going on or so I let it be?" Rossi whispers to Emily, but he said it loud enough for you to hear it.

"I'd rather not talk about it." You mumbled. Rossi looked at you through the rearview mirror. You gave the best smile you could conger up. He was satisfied enough to take his eye off you and look back at the road.

The ride back to the station was fairly quiet. The only noise was the soft music playing from the radio. It was unfortunate that the police station was a drive away. You would give anything to have to sit in that car any longer. But then you remember how much worse it would be if you were in the car with Hotch and Derek.

When Rossi pulled up to the station you were the first one to jump out of the car. Walking into the station you saw JJ and Reid at different ends of the table. JJ was quick to walk over to you.

You knew Reid was mad about the whole Emily death thing. Well everyone was because up until yesterday afternoon you all thought she was still dead. Reid had been very quiet when it came to talking with the team. If it wasn't about the case he wasn't speaking up.

"Thank god your back." She said and grabbed your hand and walked you over to the table where she was sitting.

"I take it as it hasn't been going so well." You said and sat next to her.

"If your definition of well is complete silence then yeah. Except for the time where I try and speak up and all I get is an eye roll."

"Not him too." You said and look at Reid who was covering his face with a paper.

"What do you mean him too?" She asked. You looked back at her and sighed.

"If Hotch comes off as an asshole today or the next couple of days, I apologize." You made a blanket statement hoping it would cover everything.

"So he's Hotch now?" JJ asked. You stood from your chair and walked over to the evidence board without answering her question.

You were caught up in your thoughts when you heard the phone start ringing. When you turn around to answer it you see that everyone else has arrived. Hotch is on the other side of the table talking with Rossi.

When you go to answer the phone you lean half your body weight against the table. You weren't even trying to make a show of bending over but when you look up, you could see Aaron was thinking something different. His eyes were starting to come out of his head. 7 months and no sex was an incredibly long time, you were starting to go a little stir crazy.

"Hey P, whatcha got?" You asked and stood back on your feet.

"May 1st, 1975, a 6-year-old Darrin Call was found roaming in the middle of nowhere and was picked up and was in state care for the first few months." She said.

"What happened after?" You asked and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Nothing, he was never claimed." Your heart started to sink when she talked.

"Maybe he wasn't from the area. There wasn't a thriving missing children's network in 1975." JJ said.

"But he always comes back to the same 10-mile radius," Derek said. You turned around and looked at the map that was behind you. Spencer has marked the areas where the unsub was last seen. It was just one big circle.

"We know he's changed clothes and has his file," Rossi said.

"Yeah, and a head start." You said still facing the map.

You didn't need to look to see that everyone was staring you down. Even Penelope was quiet after hearing your comment.

"Records from Child Services have him extremely physically abused, no signs of sexual assault," Penelope said

"That's a miracle." You said and took a seat next to JJ.