"Um Hotch?"
"Yes Y/N?"
"Where's my go bag?"
"Is there something you need?"
"Yeah I'll just be a minute."
"Alright" Hotch said as he gave Y/N her go bag. Y/N started rumbling around in her go bag looking for her blades. Hoping she can cut just once more. She needed to. "What the hell" Y/N muttered.
"Something wrong?" Asked Hotch.
"Oh no everything's fine. Just looking for something"
"Looking for this?" Hotch asked as he set her little box of blades on the table in front of him. Derek noticed her cheeks turn red. "Y/N you said you weren't going to hurt yourself!"
Tears pricked Y/N's eyes. "I-I swear I wasn't."
"Mhm sure. Do we need to restrain you?"
"No... I just feel like I have to."
"Are you saying you deserve to be hurt?"
"Yes..." Y/N looked to the floor.
Morgan walked to the other side of the jet and grabbed some paper and a pen. He set it in front of Y/N. "I want you to write 'I am Perfect and don't deserve to be hurt' 200 times. We still have roughly an hour and a half until the jet lands so you will have plenty of time"
"Why?" Y/N's brow was furrowed as she looked at Morgan questioningly. Morgan gave Y/N a bland look in return. "Because I say so."
"But that's not fair!"
"I think it's a good idea Y/N" Hotch chimed in.
"Me too." said Rossi's voice.
"But it doesn't make any sense! I'm not a baby."
"It doesn't have to make sense to you." Morgan told Y/N calmly. "As long as you do it."
Y/N's frown deepened and she pressed her lips together. She wasn't going to argue with 6 other people on the jet clearly all in agreement that it's a good idea. So with a deep sigh, She picked up the pen and began her task.
She hadn't even written the sentence twenty times when she began to fidget. What did the team hope to accomplish by making her do this. "This is boring." Y/N announced, looking up from the paper to frown at Morgan.
"It's not supposed to be fun" Morgan looked back evenly. "Get back to work."
Y/N frowned at him for another moment, before she pursed her lips and did what she was told. I - am - perfect - and...
"Mind your handwriting." Morgan spoke up. "If it's unreadable you have to write it again."
To demonstrate how much he disliked that instruction, Y/N sighed deeply. If she had to write to Morgan's standards it would take a lot longer.
Ten minutes later, Y/N looked up again, Leaning back in the couch and crossing her arms. "This is stupid."
Morgan looked up at her from his book, raising his eyebrows in silent questions.
"What is the point of this?" Y/N spread her hands to show the papers in front of her.
Morgan's expression didn't change. "What have I said happens when you talk bad about yourself?" He asked calmly.
Y/N frowned. "You said I'll regret it, but..."
Without batting an eye, Morgan continued evenly. "And did you talk bad about yourself?"
"Yes..." Y/N replied, "But..."
"Is it up to you to decide what happens when you talk bad about yourself?"
"No." Y/N mumbled, and with a sigh decided he wouldn't even manage to begin this argument with Morgan, Let alone win it.
"Well then." Morgan said, returning his eyes to his book and turning the page. Y/N glared at him for a while longer then with another sigh went back to writing. This time Y/N made it to fifty lines before he became too restless to continue. She looked up again, opening her mouth.
"Y/N." Morgan broke her off evenly. "One word and I'll add lines."
"But-"
"One word." Morgan repeated. Y/N snapped her mouth shut, Pressing her lips together.
"Hotch"
"Hm?" Hocth answered raising his eyebrows.
"Can you tell Derek this is stupid and a waste of time."
"I don't agree that it is a waste of time. You are perfect and you clearly need to learn that."
It wasn't fair. All this for talking bad about herself? Y/N just fiddled with her pen then wrote.
I - am - perfect- and - don't - deserve...
Y/N sighed. "Derekkkkk... I've done a hundred and fifty lines. Isn't that enough?"
Y/N was for some reason vaguely annoyed that the look Morgan gave her was still completely unfazed, just mildly curious as he peered at Y/N from over his book. "Reid, Can you remember what I told Y/N to do?"
"I want you to write 'I am Perfect and don't deserve to be hurt' 200 times. We still have roughly an hour and a half until the jet lands so you will have plenty of time" Reid spoke unbothered and Y/N threw the pen at him. "Ouch" Reid said looking at Y/N's smirk.
"No throwing things on the jet Y/N" Hotch said without looking up from the case files.
Y/N walked over to Reid and snatched the pen back and flopped back on the couch.
I - am - perfect - and...
"I'm done!" Y/N announced an eternity later as the plane was about to land while putting down the pen with perhaps a bit more force then necessary. "Two hundred lines." Y/N just glared at Morgan. Morgan wasn't the slightest bit affected by the glare though; He closed his book and held out his hand. "Good. Let me see."
Y/N hesitated. "It's all readable," she said.
"I'm sure it is. So let me see,"
Sighing, Y/N handed him the papers. Twitching nervously as Morgan glanced through them, expression unchanging. Y/N rubbed where the gauze was which made Hotch glare at her. "No touching Y/N." Hotch said firmly. Y/N switched her attention back to Morgan.
"Well, It's all...Mostly readable. Let's say it's done." He gave Y/N a small smile and handed back the papers. "Are you going to talk bad about yourself again?"
"No. But you could have just told me not to."
Morgan raised his eyebrows. "Doesn't making a rule about it qualify as telling you?"
"Well.. I guess. Can I throw these away now? And get some coffee?"
Smiling, Morgan nodded.