Beta : the-vampire-act

Disclaimer: If I owned CM... heh... Nope.

I didn't fall off the earth. I did move and other stuff happened but I'm back and I brought 2 chapters with me! Yay guilty writing!

And so we go...* I admit to not being able to write Garica. But I loved her too much to not have her here. Just, don't be too harsh with me.


Spencer stared sadly down at his admittedly pathetic wardrobe. He was 25 and owned exactly two pairs of jeans and had three t-shirts-two of them had stars wars references. Obscure references. He bit his lip nervously as helooked down at watch. He knew what he needed to do; he just really didn't want to have to do it.

He heaved a sigh and grabbed his cell phone. Speed dial four. He pressed his thumb against the button and waited.

"Speak and be heard."

"Garcia,I need a favor."

"And what does my boy genius need assistance with today? Are you finally going to upgrade that paperweight you call a computer? " She sounded hopeful.

He ignored her question, took a breath, and said, "Ineedyoutogivemeamakeover."

A soft static was all he heard followed by a sharp squeal and something that sounded suspiciously like clapping.

"I'll be there faster than you can say skinny jeans."

"Actually, since it takes less than a full second to say... Hello?" Spencer shut his phone and sighed. "What are skinny jeans?" he mumbled aloud.

XxXxXx

Jason stared at his chosen outfit. Black slacks, a red and white pinstripe button-down. He scrubbed both hands over his face. What was he doing…? He had a son the same age-actually, Steven, was a couple years older than Spencer. He shook his head a few times to clear it and went back over his plans for the evening. It was just dinner and a movie, but he was still nervous.

He checked the top of the dresser again, running his fingers idly over the tickets. The movie was in French, and while that meant he would miss about half of it he figured Spencer would enjoy the chance to translate the movie. He hoped he wasn't trying too hard.

XxXxXx

"Garcia, I said makeover... not throw away all my clothes!" He stood behind the bespectacled blonde, trying to catch the clothes that continued flying over her shoulders. "I-I'm not like you... I can't wear bubbles and feathers."

She turned to face him, hearing the tone of absolute dejection in her friends voice.

"Oh baby, you don't need feathers...and even I've never worn bubbles... Reid, who are you trying to impress?" She re-arranged his hair, tugging a few strands so the part was even.

He dealt with her fussing, thankful it wasn't a hug. He never knew how to react to those. His mind flashed to last night and silently amended, 'well maybe sometimes he did.'

Seeing his smile, Garcia's curiosity imploded. "C'mon, you have to share... Is it a guy?"

Spencer blushed, and looked away. "Why do people just assume I'm gay?

"A girl then?"

"... Weren't you supposed to be helping -."

A knowing smile lit the techie's face. "Spill it, kid." She grabbed his arm and held him in place.

He was red as a tomato and practically stammering as he said, "It's... Jason..."

"As in Jason Gideon! Our-"

"Yes that Jason. Stop laughing at me..."

At her friend's heartbroken expression her giggles died. "Oh, I mean, if you like him then by all means."

"Please Garcia, can you just help me look... decent?"

A funny almost sad smile quirked her red mouth "Reid, if Gid- Jason asked you out it's 'cause he likes you. Obscure t-shirts and all. But I'll still help. First stop the mall."

An hour later, Reid stood nervously in front of the full length dressing room mirror with Garcia peering over his shoulder.

"You, my junior g-man, clean up quite nicely."

"I don't look too bad do I?" He tugged self-consciously at the hem of his jacket sleeve.

"Too bad?" Garcia snickered and wandered away sing-song-ing, "Someone's getting laid..."

A vague spluttering sound was all she got in return.

XxXxXx

Jason adjusted his shirt cuffs again. He stood in front of the mirror staring critically at his reflection. He didn't look bad. He grabbed the small bottle of cologne of his dresser. It was expensive, he sighed as he splashed a bit into his palm. It had been a gift, and it was the first time he had even opened the bottle.

He inhaled the fragrance deeply. It was still way too expensive but at least it smelled worth it. He smelled good. He looked good. He was ready to go. He grabbed his car keys and headed to the door, turning off the lights as he went.

He slid behind the wheel, fiddled with the radio for moment. He was checking the rearview mirror before he realized he was procrastinating.

"C'mon Jason," he muttered aloud. "You've gone on dates before and you know Spencer's interested. Just drive." He pulled out and headed out towards Spencer's apartment.

It took hours and seconds, but somehow Jason managed to reach Spencer's place with a few minutes to spare. He took a few deep breaths before getting out. He locked the car door behind him as he walked up the wide steps.

He stood and stared at the buzzer panel helplessly. The numbers were there but he couldn't find Spencer's name. After frantic scanning he found it. In the bottom corner, untidily scrawled on the tiny slip of paper he saw S. Reid 3F. He jammed down the button and waited.

"Hello?" The voice sounded tiny and distorted.

"Hey,it's Jason."

"Oh. Hang on..."

A few seconds and then a loud grating buzz.

"C'mon up."

Jason opened the main door and headed for the elevator. The elevator ride was somehow like his car and seemed to be both slow and instantaneous. He got out at the third floor and started checking letters. He found Spencer's quickly and then stood in front of the door. He knocked and smoothed the front of shirt down again.

There was a faint scuffling noise and then he could hear the sound of a dead bolt sliding. The door swung open.

Wow.