Well I bet you are all wondering where I went. Fear not! I have not forget about you, my loyal readers! No, I was simply a victim of a case of extreme studying and homewrok overload. At least it paid off, so far all the exams I've gotten back have been near the top mark of the class (something to be proud of at my school what with all the geniuses and all... :) ) but now that things have gone back to being normal I can buckle down and spend a bit of time with my laptop typing up some fun new adventures for this story. You will be awed. You will be shocked. You will feel a waterfall of emotions tumbling over you... just maybe not yet. This chapter is sort of fluffy but my brain was half fried when I wrote this. I hope you all like it anyways and have confidence, the next chapter shall make up for the wait.

Also thank-you to (miss?) KatiHotchner for her review for the last chapter. It was much apprieciated. And to those of you who alerted me, you know who you are, I thank-you again and hope that this will cheer up your monday night, or tuesday morning or anyday that you read this.

Now, without any further ado, chapter 5.

Chapter 5

Sundays were meant for lounging around. If either genius had been truly religious then they might have gone to church but instead of being devout believers, they both accepted the possibility of the existence of God but figured that he wouldn't mind if they skipped out on church considering the amount of good they did and would do. Seeing as church wasn't going to happen, the pair were content to stay in bed –or the on the couch in Reid's case- well into the late morning hours.

When they had both sort of woken up, they had made a silent consensus by looks and nods that after a cup of coffee or two they would fix some brunch. By noon they had eaten some eggs and toast and drained a pot of coffee. Now they had to figure out what they would do for the day. After a solid three minutes of Spencer rambling on about the things they could do Adrianna was compelled to stop him. She knew exactly what she wanted to do and unless Spencer had any good reasons as to why it was a bad idea, they would be doing it. She really wanted to take him shopping for some clothes that he could wear that weren't tweed, wool, cotton blend or whatever his almost uniform clothing was made of. She planned on getting him a pair of jeans or two and maybe a tee shirt and hoodie, something he could wear casually really. She didn't know what he had for formal clothes but she surely was going to get him a nice suit. When she was done with him he would almost look … hot, she guessed. He really did look cute and he just had to learn how to amp himself up a few notches on the hotness scale when he needed to impress people while still staying himself. This was going to be so much fun!

After an initial few reasons why he didn't need to get new clothes that hardly stood up to Adrianna's idea of a 'good reason', Spencer found himself accepting to go shopping with her. He knew that she was going to force him to try on all sorts of outfits that he wouldn't like just the girls had done when he had asked for help buying a suit. He sort of dreaded the idea of shopping with women, especially women that should make him do whatever they wanted him to do. At the same time, he didn't dread the inevitable all that much. He seemed slightly calmed by the thought that was Adrianna Farview picking out his clothes. He knew that she had taste and respected him as a human being and an individual. He had a feeling that she wouldn't insist on him trying to be someone he wasn't. He just trusted her.

They both got ready in next to no time and were off on this mission of Adrianna's. She just hoped that she wouldn't let herself down by not finding anything she liked. She didn't know the stores in the area but she hoped that she was brought to an area with shops that she would work with. If not then she'd Google map the city for the next time and maybe she'd even go to some of the places herself; after all, she'd have all day to kill during the week. She doubted that Spencer would want her following him around all day at work. Plus she wasn't even sure that she would be allowed to go see his work place, him working for the FBI and all.

Much to her surprise, he took her to a normal looking mall with normal looking stores in it. Her surprise must have reached her face because Spencer was quick to point out that he did have to buy things from time to time and malls were practical at times. She waited for him to add some statistic about how dangerous malls were or something along those lines but the stats never left that genius mind of his. She noted that he had wanted to say them but he hadn't. She was so proud of him! He was finally learning when to say what.

Adrianna shrugged it off with a smile. "I never doubted you Spencer, I have no idea where you got that idea, "she said playing dumb as she got out of the car. She tried to keep a straight face but had to let herself settle for a half smile.

"Sure you don't," he replied obviously not believing her.

"Not in the least, but that's beside the point. Let's get on with the shopping," she said, her grin growing little by little.

He shoved her slightly making her laugh. The pair made their way through the labyrinth of stores named a mall by the public. Spencer watched with a slight hint of jealousy at how easily Adrianna seemed to blend into the surroundings and adapt to this new environment so easily whilst he knew he stood out like a sore thumb. She knew just how to talk to the clerks to get just the right things for him to try on. He could just watch in awe as she seemed almost like a normal teenager going to the mall on a Sunday. Cue again the pang of jealousy. Then she would go and say something so… typical genius and the charade would be all over for that sore.

It almost seemed to be like a game to her, see how long she could be normal before having to be herself, along with all of the stigma that cam ealong with whatever word was used to describe her. He was almost pained by this game of hers. He wished that she would just accept that she was different and stop putting herself through this hell. He knew exactly what she felt like and desperately desired to find a way to help her get over this but had no clue what to tell her. Maybe people like them were destined to forever feel isolated and misunderstood? Surely he would have found a way to not suffer thus is a sure to this sense of being different existed.

"Spencer," a voice brought him out of his pensive state. "Spencer, do you like this?"

Spencer broke from his thoughts and instantly his eyes fell to the t-shirt Adrianna was holding up for him to see.

"Um, ya, it is fine," he quickly replied.

"You OK? You zoned out there for a bit," she asked as she continued to 'slap the racks' as people called it.

"Oh ya, I'm fine. I was just thinking about…life," he managed to say also looking through the racks awkwardly.

"Well duh! I figured that much Sherlock, I was just sort of asking what you were thinking about, you looked mighty concerned," she said picking out a few things for him to try on.

"Oh…nothing really in particular," he said trying hard to sound aloof.

She nodded and shoved a few hangers at him before pointing towards the dressing rooms. He sighed and slowly made his way in that direction. Adrianna followed him to make sure he tried the clothes on. The guy who unlocked the door to the change room for him gave him a small knowing smile. Maybe he wasn't as abnormal as he thought. He allowed himself to en that for a few moments. It helped him through the terribly painful process of trying on all the foreign articles of clothing. He had to admit, they did look good on him and suited his style as well as casual clothes could suit a button-up-shirt-and-sweater-vest guy could.

She was quite a smart fox. At each possible store she would pick something to buy so that she could pay for his clothes along with hers without him noticing before it was too late. He thought that he would be able to outsmart her but all his practice was hardly helping him. She was one smart girl, it really was a good thing that she was a good person otherwise she could do some serious damage.

"So what do you think about the clothes I got you?" she asked with a blind smile.

"They're….um… cool, I guess, I just wish you'd let me actually pay for some of them," he replied trying to find the right word to describe his clothes.

"Did I insult your manly pride or something?" she asked in a teasing voice.

"Well no, but that is beside the point. Next store I am paying, no arguing," he insisted.

"Shit time to say that because you are really going to wish you hadn't," she said motioning towards the store they were heading to next.

He did sort of regret choosing now to speak up. They were heading to one of those over priced fancy designer places that had everything you could ask for at fifty times the price it should be at. It was the type of store she loved but the kind he hated.

He managed to shrug off his current mood and paste a smile on his face.

"Its fine Adrianna, I'll be happy to cover the purchases at this store," he said with a strained voice, earning a raised perfectly shaped brow.

"Well then, let's got it over with and then go and get something to eat," she said with a comforting smile.

Boy could she ever make him feel better with just a smile. This was weird, really weird. Maybe everyone felt this way about her. He hoped so because it would make a lot more sense.

He followed her into the store like a puppy or maybe more like a pack horse considering the amount of bags he was carrying. He told her numerous times that he had nice clothes already and really didn't need a suit. She insisted on getting him another one to make sure he had one up to her standards. He managed to distract her with the dresses in the store after she had picked out seemingly identical suits that Adrianna was convinced were different. Once she picked out a few dresses, they both went to try on the clothes.

Spencer did figure out what she meant by the suits being different. One was made of a lighter material, one was more fitted and the other made him feel like James Bond. She liked the James Bond one the best. She said it made him look like the smoking FBI agent he really was. After they both decided that James Bond it was it was her turn to model the dresses she had picked out.

The first was pretty simple. It was an off white halter top that cascaded over her hips, hugged her waist by a ribbon that was tied criss-cross ad made her Texan tan stand out. It was knee length and swishes in a flowing manner with every step she took. It made her seem a whole lot more graceful and he could see her wearing this back home.

The second was far more elegant. It was a deep emerald color that was held up by a sideways sash in a slightly lighter color. It fit her like a well made glove. It was made of a satiny material and had a long slit up the side so that the wearer could walk with ease. This one made her eyes sparkle and take on the color of the dress.

The last was a medium red color and had a corset like top with a layered skirt that made her waist look tiny and her hips huge. Though her eyes didn't turn that dark green color and her tan didn't seem so golden, something about this dress made her seem very, very attractive. Maybe it was true that the color red drew the attention of males, but whatever the reason it seemed to make just about every guy around stare at her for a few minutes.

"What?" she asked after realizing how much attention she was getting. "Do I look that terrible?" she added looking down at the dress.

"Oh god no, the dress is fine, it is more than fine actually, it is great. You are great- I mean you look great. Not great, amazing really," Spencer managed to say despite the raging hormones in his body messing with his head.

He stood up and glares at the guys still staring at her. Half of them were older than him! Sure she looked good in the dress but she still looked young. Didn't these guys have any decency? The fact that they were ogling her like some pin up bimbo just disgusted him.

'Well Reid, they weren't the only ones staring her up,' he thought angrily.

"Really? Do you think so?" she asked almost too innocently, he just figured that his hormones were just playing with his mind still.

Reid cleared hit throat before speaking.

"Well ya! If you don't think so then we need to get you to see someone about your lack of a good body image and self-confidence," he said trying to make her feel better but realizing that he might have insulted her.

He smiled hoping that she would take it the right way.

She looked up at him with a slightly surprised look on her face. Slowly her expressiong turned to one of warmth. She inched forward until she was border line too close to her mentor.

"Thanks Spencer, you're surprisingly good at making girls feel good. I have no clue why you don't have a girlfriend. You are way too sweet to be alone," she said softly.

"Me? Sweet? I've never heard that word used to qualify myself before," he said, his voice betraying his sense of discomfort.

"Yes, you Doctor Spencer Reid are very sweet. Don't you let anyone tell you otherwise," she said in a dead serious voice.

With that she leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. She smiled at him before making her way back to the change room. She was so getting the red dress.

Spencer couldn't help but watch her walk away from him feeling completely shocked. Before he could stop himself, his hand made its way to the spot where her lips had touched his skin. The area felt warm underneath his fingertips. It took him a little bit to realize that he was blushing.

'Hey man, "said one of the clerks as he walked by.

"Um hi," Reid answered, still half dazed.

"You are so lucky man."

"Ummm…why?"

"You have such a smoking girl." With that he hurried away to assist some people who just walked into the store.

'Oh shit, this can't be good. We look like a couple,' he thought.

He really hoped that they all thought that she was older or he was younger than he was. If not there might be trouble.

Once Adrianna was out of the change room, he grabbed the dress and went to pay. He didn't even mind paying for the overpriced clothing. In his opinion both outfits were well worth it. He just needed to find a reason for them both to wear their new sexy clothes and make sure that no one touched her while she was looking that good.

"So let's eat!" Spencer said to the girl with a smile as they walked out of the store.

'So let's go party and have some fun, cuz I'm from Vegas I know the word mum. I'll keep you safe from other guys' gaze, they won't get near you, even if you do look brand new.'

R&Rs are much like M&Ms, great and make you feel all good inside. Make me feel good, after all I am the author. Keep me happy and get plenty of lovely stories.