A/N- Another drabble. Short one. Just the result of silliness and boredom.
Discalimer: Still don't own them. *sighs* Or Reid...
"Garcia, I am not wearing that!" Spencer Reid cried, slightly horrified at what Garcia was holding up.
"Oh come on, boy genius!" The tech said, throwing the blue shimmery shirt at Reid. "You need to step out of your comfort zone!"
"Not that far…" Reid muttered as he hung up the wretched shirt and continued looking.
Why did he even make the bet with Morgan, anyway? He should've known that he couldn't hit the target at the shooting range. And now he was stuck going shopping with Garcia. Great.
"What about these!" Garcia asked, bouncing over to him.
Reid stared at said garment in shock and disgust. "Seriously, Garcia?" He asked, throwing away the tight leather pants.
"C'mon, Junior G-Man, you know the deal. You have to try on one outfit of my choice." Garcia grinned.
"Do I have to?" Reid whined.
"Yes, now into the changing room you go," Garcia said, shoving the young agent inside the little room and shutting the door.
When Reid was undressed, Garcia handed him and outfit over the top of stall. Reid sat down and looked at the outfit. Really, Garcia. The leather pants, Reid thought as he pulled them on, followed by a flimsy purple silk shirt whose collar went too far down for Reid's liking.
The genius looked into the mirror with a shocked face. People actually wear these things!? Reid thought.
Sighing, he stepped out of the changing room and blinked in surprise when Garcia snapped a picture.
"Oh, Reid, you look great!"
"Reid" and review, please!