Freaky Friday

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas

This was an idea I saw ages ago on CCOAC and at the time nothing hit me, recently I had this idea and I can only relate it back to the original challenge.

The idea was for one of the characters to take on the traits of another in some sort of freaky supernatural moment. So I will warn you this does mean that at least one of the characters will be out of character (obviously) – so if you don't like please don't read. If not then enjoy.

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Derek stood with his mouth agog, his eyes scanning the flock of women surrounding Spencer Reid. He swore he had never seen anything like it. The normally timid man seemed to be soaking up the attention.

Walking back to the table that Penelope and Emily were sat at he shook his head, taking a seat next to Garcia.

"What's the matter? Are you jealous that the Boy Genius has stolen your thunder tonight?" she giggled before drinking the frothy red concoction he had bought for her.

"I just don't get it," Derek confessed.

"So you are jealous, you're afraid he'll get all the booty and you're not used to going home alone are you?" she said with a smirk, eying Derek up and down.

"No, it's not that, I'm just not sure the kid can handle it, that's all," Derek snapped defensively.

"Oh yeah," Pen nodded, "Sure, big brother Derek protecting poor defenceless Reid. You have remembered he is a fully trained FBI agent and is capable of disarming a dangerous suspect if he so wishes. Just because he uses his brain more frequently than his brawn doesn't make him incapable."

"I know that, but if there is one thing I have learnt in my years, it's that the most dangerous living creature is a woman – especially that sort of woman," Derek jabbed a finger in the direction of the ever increasing crowd surrounding his younger colleague.

"Derek," Pen swotted him lightly on his arm, "Just relax, give him a chance. Five more minutes and we all know the magic will run out and he'll start spouting random facts and then they will scatter."

Derek shook his head again, "I'm not so sure, there's something . . . different about him tonight. I just can't put my finger on it."

"You so are jealous," Pen's eyes widened at her best friend, "Oh My God – Derek Morgan is jealous of Dr Spencer Reid."

"Shush, woman," Derek uttered, annoyed that she was reading him so well. Getting up he grabbed the drink from the table that he had bought for Reid and made his way over. That alone should have been hint enough: Spencer didn't drink – well, the occasional glass of wine or a brandy, but not Jack and coke – which is what he had requested. That was Derek's drink of choice.

Sidling up next to the younger man, Derek placed the glass down on the table. Glancing quickly at the surface he was surprised to see there were no cards or other magic paraphernalia littering the surface. Maybe Pen was right. The magic had run out and the reel of facts and statistics was about to start. Derek took a deep breath; maybe he was just in time to save the kid another crushing embarrassment.

"Hi, Man, thanks for the drink," Spence sung as Derek fought to keep his space next to him, "How you doing?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Derek answered nervously, analysing the individual in front of him.

"Let me introduce you to these lovely ladies who have been keeping me company this evening," Spence continued, taking one random hand and kissing it lightly before he continued, the chosen individual giggled lightly at the gesture, "This is Charity, we have Cindy and over here is Rachel and lastly her sister Louise."

Spence took a small step back and whispered to Derek behind his hand, "Think you could be in with a chance there, the sister I mean, would you like me to have a word for you. Oh and the others, well you'll have to get their names for yourself, forgotten them already."

Spence turned his attention back to the group, and Rachel in particular, causing another round of school girl giggles as he talked to them about God knows what.

Derek stood, mouth wide open, as he was bustled from one side to another by the surrounding sea of women. The kid had an eidetic memory, he didn't forget names! Maybe he shouldn't have got him another drink, that must be it, the alcohol was talking.

Placing a firm arm around Reid's shoulder, he begun to guide him away from the group; "Sorry ladies, I just need a word, thank you."

The chorus of moans and groans could be heard over his shoulder as the pair stepped away. Heading towards a quiet corner, Derek studied his friend once more. There was a real swagger to the kid as they walked together, and he was still smiling and charming ladies as he past. Derek just couldn't believe the lines he was coming out with; if he wasn't so concerned that his friend had been cloned by aliens he would be impressed.

"Look, Kid," he said spinning Reid to face him, "What has got in to you?"

"Sorry," Reid asked before looking past Derek at a particularly attractive brunette waving at him from the bar.

"What . . . has . . . got . . . in . . . to . . . you?" Derek repeated, hoping for more than five seconds attention.

"What do you mean?" Spence looked at the dark profiler.

"This," Derek indicated back towards the group of girls who was watching the men intently.

"Oh, Man," Spence squeezed Derek's shoulder, "It's what we call game. Would you like me to hitch you up with someone, still think Lou is a possibility, don't think she's as interested in me as the others – worth a try."

Derek rolled his eyes, he felt like he was hitting his head against a brick wall. "Forget it, go have some fun,"

. . .

The next morning Derek was the first to the diner for brunch; he looked up from the menu card and spotted Reid's arrival.

The younger man scanned the gaudy room and quickly spotted Derek – making his way over he sat down. He was quiet and looked very sheepish.

"You all right?" Derek asked, concerned.

"I'm glad you're here, I," he paused to look round quickly, "I need to ask you something."

"Sure," Derek leaned forward onto the table.

"I . . . um . . . well I . . . when I woke up this morning there was a girl in bed with me and she um, well she was naked and . . . Derek, I think I had a one night stand!"

Derek looked up at the nervous individual before him. This was the Spencer Reid he knew and loved – not the stranger he had seen last night.

"I would say that is a safe bet from what I saw last night; you were on form to say the least. I tried to give a few words of friendly advice but you were more than happy to handle things yourself."

"I was," Spencer looked shocked, "What was I drinking? Did someone spike my drink? Do you know the number of spiking incidents there are each year and it's not only women who have their drinks spiked."

Derek had to admit he hadn't thought of that possibility last night.

"Look kid, you had the pick of the room last night, I don't know what was going on, but other than Em and Pen there wasn't a woman in the room willing to leave you alone."

Spencer's eyes widened in horror, "What?"

"I am telling you, I was surprised, but the ladies couldn't get enough of Dr Reid, though last night you were less Dr Reid and more, I don't know, Derek Morgan!"

"Oh" Spence squeaked, as he did so the door opened in and piled Emily and Penelope, laughing about something.

"Oh and here is 'Hot Stuff' himself," Pen giggled, ignoring Derek and plonking herself next to Reid.

Spencer leant forward another inch and whispered to Derek, "Did they see . . .?"

"Oh yes Pretty Boy, they saw everything!" Derek answered with a smirk, as Spencer went a deep shade of crimson.

He had no idea what happened last night, but he sure was glad to have his friend back, after all what player can handle that sort of competition from a friend?