Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns.
Ever since she was a child, she couldn't handle the people in the crazy outfits and weird makeup. She was well aware that she had taken to a certain dressing style that could resemble that of a clown, but that was just her way of brightening the world in the only way she could; at least her little world. When she was five, her parents took her to the circus. She loved the cotton candy, the noises, the smells, the animals, everything; until she saw the small crowd of men dressed in neon colored stripes and layers of blue and green makeup. At first sight, she could just stare, paralyzed with the most intense fear she'd ever felt at the young age of five.
Her parents tired to convince her to go over and get a balloon animal from one of the unnaturally tall freakishly dressed men, but as her father tugged her along, the room narrowed slightly. They left early that day, and she didn't get a balloon animal; but she did learn something that day that most five year olds don't realize so early in life.
She didn't encounter another clown until she was twelve, and she had almost forgotten about her run in when she was younger. She was at her younger cousins ninth birthday party. Being the oldest, she felt superior to all the younger children around her. Refusing to take part in any of the games, she perched herself on a lawn chair and sipped some soda.
She felt like an adult, actually, for the first time in her life. Until the gate opened and in walked her own nightmare. The clown talked in a funny voice and honked a small horn; and every child dropped what they were doing to surround him. The day from when she was younger rushed back into her mind, and she remembered the overwhelming fear strangle her. She didn't even recognize her own voice as she screamed louder then she ever had in her life.
Not only did every set of eyes in the backyard turn to her in alarm, but after they all figured out what had happened; every kid younger then her made her their newest inside joke. The older kid was afraid of the clown, while the little kids thought he was cool. Her cousins never let her live it down, and even to this day someone would bring it up at almost every family get together. She laughed it off now, pretending it was just a childhood fear; but sometimes the face of the clowns from her childhood still haunted her dreams.
"And that's whats up with me and clowns," she concluded. Morgan leaned on her desk, sipping his coffee.
"Well, Prentiss said fear of clowns is a real phobia," Morgan said, resting a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to worry anymore, mama; no creepy, badly dressed clown is going to come near you Garcia." That's what she loved about Morgan, he knew exactly what to say no matter what the case.
"What's your biggest fear, Morgan?" She asked innocently, and Morgan was silent for a moment. No one really knew what his deepest demon was, even though he was surrounded by profilers every day of his life. He had a feeling Hotch knew, but that was because he had the hardest time controlling his feelings around him. He didn't rule out that the others knew, but we just respecting his privacy by not saying anything.
"Losing someone I love, like you," he lied smoothly, feeling guilty for not being honest. Garcia giggled and he placed a kiss on her forehead, then strolled out of the room. She sat facing her computer screen for a moment, the smile falling from her face. She wished Morgan would be honest with her, because she knew something was eating at him deeper in his soul. She also wished that knowing Morgan would always look after her would be enough to expel the dreams of of balloon making creepy men that haunted her dreams.