Angst-ahoy!

A Good Man- Hair Pulling

Spencer Reid frowned as Derek Morgan pulled his long, curly hair. "Please stop," he silently begged, though the desperation was hidden as he spoke. Morgan continued to do it, though, much to the younger man's displeasure. "Morgan, please?" This time, he was practically whining it.

"What Pretty Boy, you don't like me pulling your curly locks?" Morgan snickered.

Prentiss, who until then had been unaware of what was going on, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Morgan, just stop, okay? It's not funny."

"Party-pooper!" Morgan accused, pointing his finger at Prentiss. Then, he resumed to pulling Reid's hair.

Reid's hand tightened around his pencil, accidentally snapping it in half as his hands began to shake.

"Come on guys, I think little Spencer here misses us!" the quarter-back snickered. "He hasn't seen us since winter break!"

"You growing your hair out, Rapunzel?" The second football player roughly grabbed at Spencer's wrists, making him whimper as they threw him to the ground. A third one starting pulling his hair, laughing drunkenly all the while.

"STOP IT!" Reid finally screamed, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Morgan flinched back, throwing his hands in the air as Reid flew from his seat and into the bathroom.

"Good going, Morgan," Prentiss spat back at a confused-looking Morgan. "God, don't you think he's been bullied enough?"

"What was that about?" Hotch asked sternly as he walked into the bullpen, his eyes narrowing at Morgan. He knew what the likely scenario was, though: Morgan was teasing Reid and went a little too far; Reid, bullied all his life, wanted him to stop, but Morgan kept going. As Prentiss spoke up, his theory was confirmed.

"He was pulling Reid's hair," Prentiss sighed, still glaring at Morgan.

That Hotch hadn't expected.

"Hey-" Morgan started, but Hotch stopped him.

"Why would you do that?" he asked incredulously. "What were you….Never mind," he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "I'll be back," he mumbled as he walked away angrily. A few seconds later, he pushed the bathroom doors opened and searched the stalls for Reid. He found him on his third try, and when he did, his anger washed away and was replaced with sadness. Reid's knees were tucked into his chest, and his hands shielded his head- no, his hair- as his face was hidden in his knees. Hotch placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, realizing that Reid was sniffling. The younger man looked up, a mixture of embarrassment and hurt on his face.

"He…he pulled my hair," Reid sighed. "They did that, too."

'The football team,' Hotch thought, inwardly nodding his head. 'And I'm sure they did other things, too.' Not wanting to press his youngest agent too far, he merely sighed and offered an understandingly sad smile.

"Yeah," Hotch said. He sighed as Reid placed his head back down, fighting back another sniffle. "I know."

~* AGM *~

So sad ;'( I think I'll be writing more on hair-pulling later on. I apologize for not having Gideon in this story so much, but I find him extremely difficult to write because I really don't like him…Thnx for reading!