A/N; Just wanted to do a one-shot about bullying awareness and this came to mind.

The team was in Rhode Island working on a case. They had reason to believe the unsub was a teenager, so they were in the public high school, observing lunch hour.

"If you went to this school, where would you sit?" JJ said sounding bored.

"Easy." Morgan replied. "Over there." He pointed to a table full of jocks, wearing letterman jackets.

"I'm them." Prentiss blushed as she pointed to a table full of angry-looking Goths.

"I guess I'd be them." Hotch shrugged, pointing to the preppy-boy table.

"That's me." JJ nodded towards some girls, obviously obsessed with soccer from the black and white ball sitting on the table.

"I'd probably be sitting with Hotch." Rossi said.

"Who are you, Reid?" Prentiss turned to the resident genius.

"Her." He said quietly, pointing.

The girl looked young for high school. Her blond hair flowed unchallenged down her back. She was not at a table; she was sitting on the floor, back against the wall. She did not dare look around the lunchroom. Some girls from a table the team had not paid attention to let out a loud burst o giggles. It became obvious who they were. They were caked in makeup and wearing all pink or light blue. One of them, wearing five-inch heels, wobbled over to the lone girl a smirk on her face. She stopped in front of her and dumped spaghetti all over the poor girl.

"I heard you like spaghetti, Lizzie," She spat. "Bon appetite!" She cackled as she walked away again.

Lizzie slowly pulled the lump of pasta off her head, and set it on her own tray. She did not cry, or retaliate. She just sat there.

"I'm gonna go talk to her." Reid stood up and cleared the cafeteria.

"Who are you?" Lizzie said warily as he sat across from her.

"I'm Dr. Reid with the FBI." He showed her his badge. "I heard that girl say your name was Lizzie?"

"Yeah. She is Samantha. Her friends and basically the whole school like to poke fun at me because I skipped a couple of grades."

"I did too. Graduated high school at twelve."

"Cool!"

"What do they say about you? I mostly got beat up."

"They lock me in my locker, typical stuff. But they get a kick out of my name. Lizzie Bordon."

"Oh." Reid paused. "The rhyme." He saw his team waving him back. "I gotta go. Here's my card if you wanna talk." He handed her a small piece of paper and went to join his team.

Lizzie Bordon took an axe.

Gave her mother 50 whacks.

When she saw what she had done,

She gave her father 51.