You know I went to bed last night with the firm decision that I was going to stop writing for a bit and then I rolled out of bed with a new story…ah well.

Chapter 6- Creamy lace or lipstick red?

The store chimes clinked companionably as Derek and Reid entered the strip mall clothes store.

Two pretty attendants swooped down on the black profiler as if summoned by magic and Reid wondered off to help himself. Quickly he spotted a rust red blouse that he was sure Emily would love and he held it up under his neck just to verify the size. Yes, it was bigger than him, so it should fit. With a sigh he leaned against a wall, looking at his watch worriedly as Derek continued to engage the ladies in conversation.

The night had been going so well and then disaster had struck as an overly excited movie fan had tripped, emptying a full cup of grape cola all over Emily's top. She had hastily retreated to the ladies room and her two companions had been assigned to purchase a new blouse.

What was Morgan doing? They had only about ten minutes to make the curtain, maybe fifteen if the previews were long.

Said friend suddenly noticing his absence, crooked a finger in his direction with a come here gesture. Reid walked forward suspiciously, hoping Morgan wasn't going to ditch them or worse try to fix him up with one of the store clerks.

'Hi, Shelly' the young profiler said reading the nametag as the pert assistant waved at him.

With her hands on her hips she turned her attention back to Morgan, 'So is she an apple, orange, grapefruit or melon?'

Reid frowned at this weird bit of dialogue.

Inexplicably Morgan had no trouble following along as he without hesitation replied, 'orange'

Shelly the assistant instantly turned around and Morgan began to follow her, grabbing Reid's arm to propel him along.

'Why are you talking about fruit? We are in a clothes store' he asked worriedly, 'Morgan we don't have time for any shenanigans'

Morgan smiled down at him and with a roguish wink informed him quite emphatically that there was always time for shenanigans.

Unexpectedly Shelly stopped and waved her hands at the store's bra selections.

'Oh' Reid commented quietly in sudden understanding.

As his colleague confidently rifled through the racks, Reid raised an arched brow in his direction.

'Do I want to know how you know Emily's bra size?' he queried.

Morgan grinned broadly, and Shelly sighed at his perfect smile.

'You get a feel for these things after awhile' he replied and the attendant snorted softy at the innuendo.

He held up a selection for Reid's approval and was hugely diverted when the man took a step back.

'Reid, when you have a girlfriend or wife and you have to buy lingerie, what are you going to do? You're not going to call me to help you, right?'

The young doctor thought this was a splendid idea, except for the part about him buying ladies under things in the first place. He didn't say all this out loud as Morgan was frowning at his silence.

'No' the black man exasperatedly answered his own question, 'at least hold the thing'

The young man sucked up his courage and held it by the strap while Derek rolled his eyes. As far as Reid was concerned he didn't need to know much about this type of garment except that it was necessary for the ladies and that his mum wore a size 34C, whatever that meant. As an awkward fourteen old, he was always glad that the shop attendants took pity on him whenever he went in to buy fresh clothes for his ailing mother.

'Okay do you think she will like it?' Morgan asked.

Reid looked at the delicate cream creation with lace trimmed edges. It was beautiful but he didn't think it would suit Emily at all.

'It's a little frilly don't you think? Em is more the sporty, hold no prisoners type' he finally said.

As he looked around he pointed to a lipstick red bra with an unusual but sturdy looking cross strap, 'What about that one?'

Morgan was impressed. The selection was plain but the colour and unique strap placement made it exotically provocative, just like Emily. Trust Reid to profile women's lingerie.

As they paid for their purchases Derek bumped his shoulder playfully, 'You DO know that every time she wears this she'll be thinking of you?'

'Shut up' he muttered, shoving Morgan back.