Crazy
Next Morning
She walked into the bullpen, making her way to her seat as she plopped in it.
She sighed as she rubbed her face as she leaned back in her seat.
"Rough morning?" Derek asked as he set his bag on his desk.
"Guess you could say that." She said as she looked at the paperwork on her desk she had to get to Hotch soon.
"Sounds like someone had fun." He smirked as she shook her head, grabbing a pen as she began her work immediately.
Spencer looked at her, finding it strange to see her actually working as soon as she entered.
In the short month he knew her, she would usually go for a coffee and usually go say 'hello' to Garcia.
He stood up, heading to the coffee pot, grabbing a cup as he poured the liquid into it.
He picked it up, heading to her desk as he set it down.
Her gaze drifted from her paperwork to the coffee on her desk.
"Is it poisoned?" She asked firmly as she looked up at him.
He furrowed his brows, "What-no, no. It's coffee." He said as she chuckled.
"I know, Reid. It's a joke, ever heard of it?" She asked him as he looked down in embarrassment.
"Thanks, though." She thanked him as he nodded.
"You're welcome." He said as he went to sit in his desk.
He sighed at the failed attempt to actually have a normal conversation with Yelena.
She took a huge gulp from her coffee, making a face of disgust at the taste as she went back to her paper work.
-
It was time for lunch, Yelena was still sat in her chair for nearly five hours without even getting up.
Spencer had a feeling something was wrong, but he wasn't usually right in that kind of subject, so he just shrugged it off.
"Hey, you wanna get lunch at the new diner down the road?" Garcia asked as she looked at Yelena who was deeply concentrated in her work.
Yelena didn't answer, not even hearing the blonde who stood at her desk.
She muttered a few words to herself as she nodded at the conclusion she just made.
"Fuck." She muttered as she noticed her pen had ran out of ink.
She began looking for a new pen in the small container on her desk, accidentally knocking it over.
"Lena." Garcia repeated herself as Yelena looked up, "What?" She asked the blonde.
"I asked if you wanted to get lunch at the new restaurant down the road." She told her as Yelena shook her head, grabbing a new pen.
She began scribbling down some things once again, "W-why not?" Garcia asked as her hands dropped to her side.
"Still got a few things to do." Yelena said as Garcia furrowed her brows.
"Lena, you've been here for five hours, you deserve a break." She told her with a confused expression.
"Garcia, just go!" Yelena snapped as Garcia looked at Yelena with slight sadness.
"What's wrong, Yelena?" She asked her as Yelena sighed.
"Nothing, okay? I'm fine, just go." She said as Garcia looked down, making her way to the exit.
-
-flashback-
Last Night...
She groaned as her hands made their way to his neck.
He leaned in, deepening the kiss as she smiled in the kiss.
He pulled away as they both caught their breath.
"See you tomorrow?" She asked him as he smirked.
"Of course." He said, giving her peck on her lips as he turned around, walking to his car, on his way to work.
She opened her door, dropping the keys on the table as she made her way to her room.
She took off her clothes, putting on a large shirt that reached her thighs as she walked into the kitchen.
She grabbed a bowl, setting it on the counter.
She opened the small cupboard, grabbing an almost empty bag of cereal.
She poured into the bowl, sighing as it wasn't enough, but shrugged as she went to grab some milk.
Pouring the liquid into the bowl, she picked up a slightly dirty spoon, digging in her cereal as she walked to the couch with the bowl in hand.
As she went for a bite, her phone rang on the table.
She smiled, slightly already knowing it was Owen.
"Missing me, already?" She asked with a smirk as she heard the person chuckle.
"Oh, you have no idea." She heard as she furrowed her brows.
"Who's this?" She asked, looking at the screen to see who the caller was.
The unknown number was shown on the screen.
She set her bowl down, "You tell me..." The voice trailed off.
"Yelena." He finished as she hung up immediately.
She set the phone down on the table as she picked up her bowl again, sighing as she went back to eating.
Her phone rang again as she groaned in annoyance.
"Who's this?" She heard the same voice again.
"The more impatient version of the person you just spoke to." She said as she rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry. You don't have to be a bitch about it." The voice said as she scoffed.
"'Course I don't. Eat me." She said as she went to hang up again.
"You hang up on me again and I'll cut through your neck until I feel bone!" He yelled rapidly as she shook her head.
"Of course you will." She said as she hung up once again.
She made her way to her window, looking outside as she saw no one.
She locked her door, sighing as she made her way into her room.
She grabbed her knives and a gun, setting them down on the table.
As she went to plop on the couch again, she heard someone knock on her door.
She decided not to answer it, just waiting for the person to say who they were.
The knocks began to get louder, the person just banging on the door constantly.
And as she made her way to the door, all became silent.
She grabbed her knife, ready to find out who it was.
She unlocked the door, opening it quickly.
No one was there.
She thought maybe it was just her mind messing with her.
Or maybe some kids who thought it was fun to make a prank.
Or maybe she was just going slightly insane after all these years of looking out for herself and keeping her guard up.