I was rereading an old story of mine and decided to give this a try. Hope you enjoy! [Usual disclaimers.]
"No way. I am not…"
"Oh, yes you are, gorgeous," Garcia said simply.
"This is ridiculous."
"No, it's not. You drew the short straw."
Reid snorted as he unwillingly took the package out of Garcia's hand. "Hotch and Morgan get, you know, real ones…"
"Yeah, and Hotch is going without a tie and wool suit and Morgan is just showing off," the tech said. "Trust me, Hotch complained just as much as you are now."
"And he's doing it?"
"The man's got a date with real colors—not gray or white or black."
Reid still shook his head. "I'm going to look like a laughingstock."
"Oh, suck it up. IAB got Kevin in one, and he looked great."
"Consider the source on that one."
Garcia shrugged. "Very true."
Reid shook his head and went to change. A moment after he left, Kevin Lynch sidled up to his favorite girl wearing little more than well-placed cloth and a wide grin. "How's he taking it?" he asked.
"Whining more than you were," Garcia replied. "And he'd better hurry up—he's almost up."
Just then the pair could hear Reid's name being called, and the long, lanky agent exited the men's room and made his way on the stage. "And here we have an exquisite look at our G-String collection…" the emcee said, which was hard to make out backstage as the sound of excited voices catcalled for more looks, more moves and even Reid's phone number.
"Vultures," Garcia said. "He takes them up on that, I'll have to do a complete background check on every one of 'em…"
"He's a hit," Kevin said, adjusting his own pair of loaned swim trunks. "Something tells me people will be buying that suit this year for the charity auction…"
