(Alright, heres some insight as to their current background. Reid is in college at the art Institute at Chicago. Morgan is a famous male model. Reid is interning at a bigwig magazine kind of deal. J.J is the head producers assistant.)
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''Now bring your arms up over your head— Jennifer! Spray bottle! Now!''
The director shouted short and rude commands at his young pretty assistant, who scurried over quickly to spray the beautiful velvet skin of their current model.
''Jennifer, be quicker to the draw, please.'' He looked around, his hands sticking angrily to his hips. ''And where the hell is Federico? He was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago.''
''He hasn't answered any of my calls or texts— I've been trying to get a hold of him all afternoon, Mr. St. Claire— Sir.''
St. Claire grimaced and palmed his neck in exasperation.
In that moment Jennifer's phone rang and she picked it up immediately.
''H-hello?'' she urgently spoke into the phone. ''Oh— Hello Mr. Abbatelli!'' A gruff voice spoke loudly and indecipherably through his thick Italian accent.
''O-oh, very well then. Federico… Um, will you be able to make it to todays photo shoot? It began over twenty minutes ago…'' She held the phone away from her ear suddenly, as he yelled through the speaker.
''I-I'm sorry, sir. Yes, yes I understand, I do. Thank you so much, I hope you get to feeling better…'' She nervously clicked the phone off, looking down and avoiding eye contact with her boss.
''Well?!'' St. Claire raged at her, expecting an explanation.
''He… can't come. He says he had a very long night…''
''Great. Perfect! How the hell are we going to shoot a model with no fucking photographer?!''
''I-I don't know, sir… I'm sorry…''
St. Claire looked around the warehouse, noticing the intern in the corner cleaning out his hard drive.
''You! Stephen was it?''
''S-Spencer… Reid.'' The intern timidly spoke over the top of his computer screen.
''Shoot this damn group and bring me back something atleast half decent for the cover. I'm getting a massage.'' He quickly grabbed his satchel and unplugged his phone.
''Yes— O-okay…''
''Jennifer!'' St. Claire barked.
The innocent blonde turned around quickly and rushed to his side. ''Yes sir?''
''Don't fuck up.'' He concluded before walking briskly out of the warehouse.
Jennifer sighed tiredly, sitting down in a metal chair, running her fingers through her blonde tresses.
Reid quickly set up the camera on the tripod, trembling hands moving quickly and moving around some lights. He bit his lip as he looked at the model on the current set.
''Excuse me?'' He called out to the surrounding techies. ''Can someone get rid of these two left lights? and can someone wipe off all the oil on this guy— he looks… greasy…''
And with that, Spencer Reid took the most authority over his blossoming career that he'd taken in the entirety of his time in Chicago. He shot four of the five models, in his opinion, quite decently.
The fifth model stepped up to the set and removed his towel, lying down and letting the prop managers direct and pose him.
Spencer Reid almost lost his jaw on the cold warehouse floor.
It was THE Derek Morgan.. Only the most beautiful male model currently working in Chicago. And it was rumored that he'd come out at the most recent Perez bash.
He layed back on the dingy vintage chaise lounge, moving his arms above his head comfortably, subtly oiled muscles rippling with his every movement.
Reid mentally smacked himself back into sensibility, peering nervously through the view finder.
''Can you move one of your arms down and extend it out over the arm of the lounge? I want the martini in his hand and I want the Skyy to be on the ground underneath his arm— Right arm, please.''
The techies followed his direction quickly, Derek following suit as well.
''N-no.. This isn't what I want.'' Spencer mumbled.
Derek raised his brow, ''I'm sorry?''
''N-no— not you. I want a new glass. We can't have someone as masculine and chiseled as him holding such a dainty cup. It looks weird and off balance. Do we have any crystal scotch glasses? And can I get three more olives in that— lose the toothpick.''
''Do you really peg me as the type to drink my martini filthy?'' Derek called at him, tossing a playful wink toward the shaggy haired photographer.
Spencer swallowed hard, his cheeks becoming subtly florid.
He managed to get through the shoot fairly quickly, tiredly wiping the collected sweat from his brow as he shut off the camera.
He felt a hand at his shoulder suddenly and he turned to meet the anonymous vector.
Derek. Morgan.
''Hey, St. Claire said you were an intern huh?''
Spencer shook slightly, nodding as he licked his lips anxiously.
''Ah, yeah, thats me. The intern.'' He chuckled awkwardly, sticking his hands in his pockets.
''Well let me tell you, I haven't even seen Abbatelli take shots like those— you went out of the box and you made it your bitch. You seriously nailed this.''
Spencer blushed bright red and his ears burned intensely. ''Th-thank you so much.. I-I can't take much credit, it really was all up to you models and makeup and tech— they're the real genies. I j-just capture it…''
''Don't be so humble. You called the shots. You've got talent, kid.''
Spencer smiled modestly, looking down quickly.
''Listen, I'm having a little benefit for the Skyy shoot models and sponsors later— you should come. I'd love for you to meet some of my other photographers. I don't see any reason for you to continue interning when you have talent like that.''
Morgan handed Reid his card with his information on it and the address and time written on the back. He smiled a stunning white toothed cheshire smirk before turning away and heading out with his agent.
Jennifer ran up behind Spencer, her eyes wide and her mouth agape in amazement.
''Reid, what is that in your hand from Derek Morgan? Is that his card?!''
Reid stuttered and struggled to form a coherent answer through the grin plastered onto his face.
He handed her the card with the information and watched her face light up just like his.
''Wanna be my plus one?''