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Hello all y'all amazing people! Y'all are all special, and unique, never forget it! And you are all my Amazing Lovelies!

To my reviewers, and followers, may I introduce, the next chapter! For those of you who don't know: I have received a challenge. it contains multiple scenarios of library fix-its involving CM and DW, and the evolution is up to me. I intend to turn each base into a multi chapter story. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind. OH! And The Doctor is Reid and Reid is him, so he shall be referred to as Reid. -Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free

Previously:

The rest of the week passes quickly, until Monday rolled around, and with it, the premier.

CH:12

He was insanely nervous as he looked around at the elevated platform. The other 11 couples were milling about, waiting anxiously to descend the stairs. He pulled River closer to him as one of the men got a little too flirty. She smirked at him and smoothed out her dress. They unfortunately were to descend last.

By the time they got to head down, he was a bit calmer, though that might be because he'd spent a solid minute kissing River. after striking a playful and flirty pose they gracefully walked down, her arm tucked through his, and River trailed one hand delicately down the rail. He put on a cheerful smile, and she put on a wicked grin. He knew that look all too well. Once they reached the bottom, she waited a moment so as to mug for the cameras before she spun carefully in her heels, causing her dress to flare, and planted a kiss on her husband, who automatically wrapped his arms tightly around her, returning it enthusiastically. She ended it quickly as the crowd went wild, they waved and they joined the other couples standing in a line.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, laying his chin on her shoulder as they waited to see who'd be dancing first. He caught sight of the team, sitting front row just beside the judges, giving him thumbs up, and Morgan adding a little eyebrow wiggle. He stifled a laugh. Apparently they were using a new method this year: spotlighting someone in the crowd one at a time. Who ever they said would be dancing that spot. This however, meant they'd be dancing last. Couple by couple, they traipsed back up, leaving the first couple.

Slowly but surely they all danced, got scores, and talked to their illustrious hosts. His favorite was the two police detectives, Lassiter and O'Hara, from Santa Barbra. Finally it was their turn once more. He quickly took his place at the far edge of the stage, and she slid into place at the other side. He had a split second to admire his wife, and he took advantage of it. Her dress was made of some clingy material, nearly backless, and held up by two thin straps. It wasn't cut too low, nor was it too short. It went just past mid-thigh, and the skirt was cut into thick strips up to the hip, with a leotard bottom attached. The satin under layer started out a brilliant ruby red but faded to black by the time it hit her hip, and the sheer over layer was black and shimmery. She had painstakingly picked out ruby red, strappy heels. Red nails, red lips, hair long, and loose, and wild. Her eyes were smoky under the dark paint.

He himself was shirtless, in a pair of loose black pants, shining black dress shoes, hair mussed up. The stylist said something about 'bed hair' when styling them. They each had a long, red silk ribbon wrapped around their hands, and a long, shimmering gold chain supporting the weight of heart shaped Gallifreyan gems, which had shifted color to red, that they'd chosen over wedding bands.

They locked eyes for a moment, before turning away from each other.

The music started, and they whirled to face each other, ribbons flying out. They stalked each other in a slow circle before they both spun, using the momentum to slide closer. Once they were close enough, they reached out and caught the other's ribbon, pulling each other closer. She jumped at the last second, wrapping one leg around his hip, and he dipped her dramatically. Her spun her out, they separated for a moment, going through a set of steps facing each other but never touching, before she spun back in, her back to his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist, her hand found his other, and her spun her quickly. She snapped her chin up so they were indeed face to face. They danced their entire routine smoothly, spending any time they weren't touching connected by those ribbons, wrapping them around they others back and such, right through the end were they separated and she leapt to him, catching a leg on his, turning so her other wrapped around his hip, he was supporting her, her back pressed to his chest, only the toe of that first leg brushing the ground.

And then the music stopped.

He lowered her back to the ground gently, and they were both breathing heavily as they stepped over to the judges. Tom Bergeron stepped over and congratulated them, and Derek hugged them both. They found themselves resuming the position from earlier, and he kissed her neck. Bruno was the first to speak.

"Oh my God! It was all sparks and flames! It was like sex on the dance floor! Your chemistry is phenomenal!"

"Well, I should hope so Bruno, we are married." River's voice was flooded with mirth and euphoria. He looked stunned for a moment before Carrie Ann cut in.

"While we wait for Bruno to regain his voice, I just want to say, that was incredible. Have you ever danced before?"

"No, we hit our club every now and then, but we don't dance much."

"Well that was amazing. Unfortunately, I have to call you out on those lifts, as great as they were. I also have to say that while your lines were very clean, they could still use some work." Len took the chance to speak.

"You have some of the best lines I've seen, however, sometimes you get a little stiff when she's spinning. You get out of step after the spins as well, it almost looks like your foot slips when you're coming out of it." He has to raise voice over the crowd. "HOWEVER, that was fantastic. I very much look forward to seeing what you do next." He kissed her cheek as Bruno found his voice once more.

"I agree with everything they said, and I will add to it this: when you're making a big movement like when you were spinning her, when your other arm is going ut, keep it tight, and controlled. It was verging on being like a flail." He demonstrated both types. "I also have a question for you: How did you come up with the idea for the ribbons?"

"Honestly? We were just looking at videos, getting ideas, and we find a bunch of videos with the words 'Latin Dance' in the description. When we watched, they were using the ribbons, and I figured, why not? It'd be fun to try right?"

"Well it was Fantastic! Now tell us, where do you come from?"

"I'm on loan From the BAU, or the Behavioral Analysis Unit, based in DC. That's my team," said group stood up and cheered. "SSA Aaron Hotchner, the boss, SSA David Rossi, SSA Derek Morgan, SSA Emily Prentiss, SSA Jennifer Jareau, JJ, sorry, don't kill me, and Technical Analyst, aka Goddess of All Things Technical, Penelope Garcia." Each of them bowed or curtsied respectively. "I, am Doctor Spencer Reid, and this, is the lovely Doctor, sometimes Professor, River Song," He winked. "My wife."

Everyone cheered and once they quieted down a bit, they played the voice bit: "Now will the judges please reveal their scores. Carrie Ann Inaba..."

AN:

I REGRET TO INFORM YOU... THE NEXT CHAP CAN'T GOUP UNTIL AT LEAST FIVE PEOPLE SCORE FOR EACH JUDGE. SORRY.

Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.