I apologize for not updating in quite a while. Thank you guys always for your kind words and now we are going too get into more of the "feel-good" fluff. Enjoy :)

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Chapter Seven: Too Much Hair Jell

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It had been a long time since Maeve and Reid had gone to work; Reid had decided to cash in on some of his vacation days and take the time to settle in. Spend time with his one true love.

While this was in fact incredibly romantic, considering Reid's job was his life, this amount of undivided time spent between the two of them was leading to too many discoveries and confrontations that others would have been avoided.

It all began that one sunday morning...

The two had made plans for the day and were awfully excited to be heading out to one of their favorite museums. And later to spend a nice evening dinning out and discussing all they had learned, or already knew from the experience. Maeve, as usual, was ready and dressed. Her excitement fueling her to wake up in the early hours of dawn.

Her hair was neatly combed, her brown wavy curls rested delicately against her trim and ironed shirt caller. Her dress a flowing wave of silky brown fabric that cascaded across the floor. Her crimson blouse hugged her curves tightly, further emphasizing her beauty. Her face glowed like a goddess.

If anything, the word beautiful could not conceive Maeve at this time.

She was breathtaking.

This is what had started the problem. She had shaken Reid awake, already looking all fine, and when the genius had opened his eyes he had nearly gagged at the sight of her.

"You...um...that...cur...errm." He had stuttered, pushing himself up and off the bed. His hazy, un-cooperating mind having him land promptly on the floor. His mouth hung open, his eye's bulged.

Maeve smiled, giggling slightly.

He struggled to his feet, hitting his head against the nightstand in the process, and wobbled out the room, still sputtering. Maeve smile remained, and the warm feeling she always got upon seeing Reid intensified.

But suddenly there was a crash. A sheepish, "I'm alright. And the sounds of machines at work.

What had she done to her poor man?

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Reid hadn't come out of the bathroom since. That had been 2 hours ago. It had been endearing at first, but now Maeve was becoming slightly concerned. It was getting late, she wanted to get to the museum. And she was really hungry.

She knocked on the door, "Spencer?"

He didn't respond.

"Spencer, I know your in there. You have been in there for a really long time, is everything alright?"

"Yeah." He called back in a small voice.

Maeve chuckled to herself at his tone. He sounded so small, so lost. The adorableness of the situation was beginning to comeback.

"Can I come in? What's going on?"

"I have a situation! Everything is totally fine!" He suddenly yelled, his voice high pitched.

"Um..Spence?" Her brow furrowed

"Yeah Maeve?"

"I'm coming in." Before he could say another word she turned the lock and stepped inside their small bathroom.

Upon seeing Spencer, she couldn't help but crack a smile. He sat on the edge of the tube, arms crossed over his bare chest, covered in a blue slime. His hair was totally caked with it and pieces of hazel locks were conformed into points that stuck out in all different directions. Like mini mohawks.

Maeve walked over to Reid who looked at her with wide eyes. She pulled away the now empty bottle he was clutching under his arms. She held it up to her face and read the label.

"Hair jell?" Maeve said aloud. She looked at Reid, mostly blue, and around at the bathroom that was caked with the stuff. Her smile faded upon seeing his embarrassed expression. He lowered his head and stared down at his hands. Maeve bent down in front of him and lifted his chin with her fingers.

His eyes widened, but he didn't speak.

"What were you trying to do?" Maeve asked sweetly.

Spencer shrugged, and sighed. "You just look so beautiful. I was trying to impress you by looking nice, but I don't think I did good. I read that 'hair jell helps the hair look healthy and maintain a glorious statuses figure'" Reid recited. He motioned to his insane hair, "This really wasn't what I was going for."

Maeve laughed, and smiled. "Yeah Reid I know. I think thats because you might have used a little too much." She held up the now empty 2 gallon bottle.

Reid finally broke out into a grin, "Yeah, I think your right."