Wow. It's been...a long time since I've written anything, much less posted anything. For those of my 'followers' who will read this, I do still intend to finish Bad Intentions. I've just been having a really rough time lately, and while that's not an excuse, it has prevented me from writing. I appreciate those of you who've stuck around, and I hope to be more active now that I'm in a somewhat better place. This story is for New Girl, a show I've recently been getting into. It's just a one-shot for now, but I may continue on it later.

Thank you to all who read and review, I really enjoy seeing the read number go up. It makes me happy to know people are reading the things I write, and I hope you enjoy it- that's why I write. It's a good escape sure, but I enjoy filling others' needs too.

As always-

Keep Writing!

- Reyna

She's Okay

Winston frowned, unsure of what to think.

"You're not serious," He hesitated. Jess sighed.

"Of course I'm serious, I'm really claustrophobic," Jess huffed. "You're not alone Winston, everyone reacts differently to different things."

Winston rolled his eyes.

"You're just trying to make me feel better," He accused. Jess jerked back a little, and Winston almost apologized for the hurt he saw in her eyes.

"Of course I'm trying to make you feel better," Jess muttered. "But I really am claustrophobic." She glanced at the ground, a little less peppy than previously. Winston took a step forward to apologize to the girl, when her eyes met his.

"I'll prove it to you!" She exclaimed, obviously thrilled to have thought of an idea.

"What do you mean?" Winston questioned, unsure as to what she was hinting at.

"Here," Jess started, walking into her closet.

"You seem fine to me," Winston grumbled. Jess sighed.

"Of course I do, the door's open!" She laughed. "I'll close the door though and when I do, it'll feel like I'm dying. When I ask you to open it though, please do okay?" She insisted. Winston nodded, and watched as she closed the door.

He stood right outside waiting for it to shut all the way. However, as soon as it clicked shut, Winston could hear Jess' breathing hitch.

"Ohhh boy it's really tight in here…" She rasped.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Winston was starting to worry a little bit.

"I-I'm fine, but can you…can you please open the door?" She whimpered. He could hear the fear in her voice, and knew it to be genuine.

"Sure thing," He pressed against the wooden door, but his heart froze when he realized it had gotten stuck.

"Winston…please…" Jess begged, ready to be released from her prison.

"Jess…Jess the door is stuck," Winston huffed, panic laced in his voice. When Jess didn't respond, the panic only increased.

"Jess?"

"Oh my god…" She finally rasped, the reality of the situation finally having sunk in.

"Jess it will be okay, just hang in there." Winston assured the freaked out girl.

"Okay." Her voice was drained of the normal confidence it had.

"I'm going to go get Nick and Schmitt, I'll be right back," Winston mentioned, already out the door.

"Wait! Don't leave me!" Jess cried, but he was gone.

Jess sunk to the ground, and pulled her knees to her chest. The walls were pushing against her, and she could barely breathe. Silent tears formed in her eyes, despite Jess' attempt to cease any chance of crying. She wanted Winston to be back, she needed to hear someone's voice and know that they were right beside her, even if a door separated them. Panic ate at the back of her mind, and she wondered if Winston would return.

He hadn't believed me at first… She pondered. Is there a chance that he still thinks you're just trying to make him feel better? Does he really think you're claustrophobic?

Jess gasped for air, her heart pounding with every questioning thought. What if he never comes back? Gulping in as much air as her tense lungs could manage, Jess pulled her legs even closer, until it was almost uncomfortable.

The silent dam broke easily, and tears flowed freely down her face. Her mascara ran down in piercing black lines, as she buried her head in her hands. Jess' body shook with each sob that was forced to be quieted, and with the paralyzing fear that they wouldn't return. It had been so long since she'd had an episode like this, but somehow all the efforts she had made to get better had shattered as soon as that damn door shut.

Footsteps pounded through the hallway, and Jess dared to lift her head from her palms so she could hear.

"Jess?" Nick's worried voice echoed through the room.

"N-nick…" Jess sniffed, her heart crying with relief. They had come back for her.

"Jess we're right here for you, are you alright?" He asked. She could hear his breathing, and knew he was almost as scared as she was.

"I-I'm fine," Jess whispered, her voice betraying her.

"We'll get you out of there, I promise," He huffed, determined. Jess nodded, but didn't reply. Her quickened breathing was already limiting her air intake, but talking was much worse.

"Schmitt, help me push against this side. Winston, go pull on the other side," Nick commanded, taking charge of the situation.

"Jess you're going to be just fine," Schmitt claimed. "We're here to help."

Jess smiled a little at the mention, but remained silent. The three men assumed their position, until soon all three of them were grunting and struggling. However, no matter what they did, the door wouldn't budge.

"Shit guys, what do we do?" Nick rasped. He was trying to be quiet so Jess didn't hear their uncertainties, but the door wasn't thick enough to prevent it.

"We could go to the landlord," Winston muttered.

"Oh he's no help," Schmitt rolled his eyes. "We need some professional equipment."

"We don't have time to be buying fancy tools, Jess shouldn't have to be in there any longer." Nick sighed, glancing at the door. "We need the landlord."

Schmitt huffed in frustration, but nodded.

"Whatever will help her."

Nick glanced at the green tinted door. His heart ached for Jess, hoping that she was going to be alright after this whole thing blew over.

"Jess, are you doing okay?" He asked. Jess hummed a response, not willing to open her mouth.

"Jess, we're going to go to the landlord for some help, we'll be right back okay?" Winston explained.

Jess couldn't have stopped the small whimper that escaped her throat if she tried, she couldn't stand being left alone in the cramped closet.

"Jess, you just need to take deep breaths, we'll be back before you know it," Schmitt reminded her.

"Don't leave me…" Jess cried, but her voice was so small the three men couldn't hear it.

"We'll be back soon, hang tight Jess."

Schmitt's voice did little to relieve her, and as soon as they had left the room, her body resumed its frantic shaking. Sweat lined her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed. Jess glanced around, her mind attempting to search out any possible escape route. When it proved to be impossible, her mind grew blank.

I am going to die in this closet.

Jess whimpered, and allowed herself to curl into a ball on the floor. The tiny space seemed to be spinning and compressing, only adding to her fear. Sweat was now evident on her clothes, and she panted with every breath she took. The closet seemed to be burning, heat accumulating in the small area.

Jess glanced over at the door, her eyesight starting to get fuzzy. They should have been here by now, it had been ten minutes. Jess gripped the carpet with impressive strength, trying to regain composure to try and get the door open. However, her body refused to move, and her arms and legs ached from shaking for so long. Black spots waltzed in her eyes, and Jess could feel her breathing increase with every minute. It was getting harder and harder to take full breaths, she was breathing as if she had just run a marathon.

After an eternity, Jess could hear the strained voices of her roommates, as well as the slightly disturbing drawl of the landlord. Her body relaxed a little at the sound of the room's door opening, and Jess allowed herself to close her eyes, knowing she would be saved. Her lungs burned from the trickled of air her body was allowing her to intake, and before she knew it, Jess' consciousness faded away.

"Jess, we're back," Winston huffed.

"Jess are you okay?" Nick called out, waiting patiently for the quieted answer he was expecting. However, Jess didn't respond.

"Jess?" Nick's voice was starting to rise, as his worries increased.

"Jess?!" Schmitt joined in, equally as worried as himself.

"Oh my god, get her out of there now," Winston ushered the landlord to the door.

"Alright- alright," He huffed. "Just give me a few minutes."

Nick nodded, and tapped his foot impatiently. Every once in a while, one of them would call out her name with the hopes that she would answer, but each unanswered call only increased the tension in the room. After about ten minutes, Nick was getting frustrated.

"Will you be done anytime soon?" He snapped.

The landlord glared at him slightly.

"I will, just give me a few more minutes. This thing is really jammed."

Nick nodded, but his heart rate didn't cease its running. He glanced over at the others, and wondered when Cece had shown up. She was sitting next to Winston, her fingers tapping invisible buttons on her legs. Her face was paler than usual.

"Why won't she respond?" Schmitt cried. "Doesn't she know we're out here freaking out?"

Cece sighed. "She probably passed out," she muttered. "It's happened before. It's rare, but a possibility."

Suddenly the landlord laughed in glee, drawing the attention of the four awaiting roommates and friends.

"I guess this was easier than I thought," He chuckled, twisting a few things here and there. With a sigh, he hopped down from his step stool and walked over to the men.

"Your door should be good," He smiled. "Now how do you guys feel about a-"

"You're disgusting," Winston muttered, shaking his head and leading the perverted man out the door.

Cece launched forward, a panther pouncing on its prey. Her hands gripped the heavy wooden door, and she tore it open. Jess was curled up against the wall of the closet, her raven colored hair sprawled across the carpet.

"Jess?" Cece approached her, kneeling down to place a hand on the smaller girl's shoulders. "Oh Jess…"

Nick was soon behind Cece, watching as she scooped up the petite woman.

"Get me some water will you?" Cece asked him. Nick nodded, and his feet couldn't move fast enough as he ran towards the kitchen.

"Winston, Schmitt, go throw some of your towels in the shower. I want them cold," She demanded. They willingly obeyed her without question, despite the face Schmitt made at the thought of having to share a towel.

Cece laid Jess on her bed, sitting down next to her. Tanned fingers gently smoothed away the matted hair from Jess' face. Nick returned within a minute, and was handing Cece the glass of water.

"Thanks," Cece muttered, placing it on the table beside the bed.

"Will she be okay?" He asked. The Indian woman nodded.

"Yes, but I think it'd be best if you waited on the couch. It'll freak her out if she wakes up crowded by a bunch of people," She explained. Nick nodded, hesitant to leave, but understood what she meant. He walked past Winston and Schmitt as they jogged back into the room, handing Cece the damp towels. They asked the same question as Nick, and Cece responded in the same manner. Soon, the two girls were alone in the room, one gently draping the dampened fabric over the other.

Jess' eyelids fluttered for a moment, before her cloudy blue eyes met Cece's.

"Welcome back," Cece whispered, relieved to see the younger girl was doing alright at the moment.

"How long was I out?" She rasped.

"Twenty minutes we think," The model explained. "Here." She handed Jess the cup of water, and made sure she drank the whole thing before taking it back from her. She helped Jess sit up, and brought her into a warm embrace.

"Are you doing okay?" She asked.

Jess hummed, still scared to speak much more.

"You didn't have to prove to Winston that you were claustrophobic. You should have just had him call me," Cece scolded lightly. Jess nodded, her eyelids getting heavier with each passing second. Cece sighed, and moved the girl until Jess' head was resting on her lap.

"Just rest for a bit," She whispered, but Jess was already fast asleep, exhausted from the trauma she had experienced. Cece frowned, running her fingers through the small female's hair. It had been a long time since Jess had had an episode like that, to where she passed out from it. It worried Cece, making her wonder if there was anything else bothering Jess, to allow her to freak out so easily.

"Is she okay?" Nick had popped his head in, worry still flooding his eyes.

"She's fine," Cece replied. "She's just worn out. Give her a while, and when she wakes up she'll want to talk to you guys."

Nick nodded, but didn't leave the room.

"What do you want Miller?" Cece chuckled.

"I just…we've known her for so long, how did we not know about this?" He asked. "How do you know so much about what to do?"

Cece sighed.

"It hasn't been a big problem lately," She admitted. "In fact, Jess hasn't had this bad of a scare in a while. I think, I think the door getting stuck really freaked her out."

"I guess that makes sense. Did it use to be worse?" He asked. Cece nodded.

"It did. It wasn't terrible, she didn't pass out all the time or anything. But it wasn't something she could just get over." Cece explained.

"What caused it?" The bartender dared ask. Cece shrugged.

"I don't think anything did. Some people are just born with these kinds of fears."

Nick nodded, and sat down next to Cece on the bed. The Indian glanced at him strangely, before returning her focus to Jess.

"She'll be okay," Cece muttered. "She just made a stupid decision, that ended badly."

"Why did she willingly lock herself in there?" Nick though aloud. "She didn't know the door would get stuck, but that doesn't mean she should have in the first place."

"I think she wanted to prove to herself she could do it," Cece whispered. "She's wanted so badly to get over this fear, I think she assumed that because she hadn't had an episode, she'd be fine. She wanted to think that."

"I'm just glad she's okay," he mumbled.

Cece chuckled. Her eyes rested upon the sleeping girl's face, and relief flooded her heart. She felt awful for the suffering Jess had to endure, but she was relieved the situation wasn't worse.

"Me too Miller, me too."