He pushed his hair behind his ears nervously yet again as he walked past the bartender. Reid's heart did a little back flip in his chest when she glanced up at him and smiled as he passed. He caught a glimpse of her name tag and began to think of a way to introduce himself to this intriguing Austin. Words worked their way to his lips to say something to her, but the jitters in his stomach made his legs keep walking.

Reid relaxed his tight grip on the stack of papers in his sweaty hands. An irritable furrow of his brows was evident as he thought about his lack of courage when it came to girls. Even the ones he had been trying to talk to about the killer made him scared. He stopped circling the busy club and leaned against one of the railings with a sigh. Across the bar, he saw Morgan surrounded by three other girls, his bright smile lighting up his face and charming them all. Reid eyed them long enough to see the girls all accept the police sketch he handed out and walk past him. Two of the girls slipped small pieces of paper in either one of his hands.

Unable to hide the angry frown that brought his face down, Reid scoffed a harsh laugh at the ridiculous ease Morgan had when it came to girls. What was Reid missing? The smile? The muscles? The lack of hair? How did Morgan do it?

With a hanging head, Reid strolled back over to the bar where a few girls had gathered. Maybe he would try statistics again.

On his way, he felt that odd sense of alertness that caused him to look up directly into the bartender's eyes. She had been watching him walk back, and it made his heart falter.

Say something! he yelled at himself. "Hi, my name is—"

Alas, his nerves took over his mind and he walked straight on by. He felt like running directly out of the front doors, but he was supposed to be working. Maybe he should just forget about girls for a few minutes and…but then he caught sight of Morgan again. He was casually leaning against the bar, clearly in a good conversation with a pretty blonde. Both of them were smiling and laughing, as if mocking Reid in his internal struggle.

With dark eyes, Reid marched up to the small group of girls he had seen before and worked his magic. Statistics, that is. The thing he was sure of in himself.

It didn't take a profiler to notice the complete lack of interest the women had in his words. Nevertheless, he carried on in his chatterbox way and ignored their shared looks of boredom. It only ended when Morgan stepped into the conversation and took over. The women still seemed uninterested, but Reid observed the glint of attraction in their eyes as soon as he walked up. His heart dropped.

"Reid, we're supposed to be alerting people, not scaring them off," Morgan joked with him when the girls left. "What's up with you, man?"

"Nothing," he replied shortly. "Having fun over there?"

Morgan's eyes closed as he sighed through his nose. "Come on, Reid, you know I'm just working."

Amused at his statement, Reid laughed briefly. "Right. How many girls' numbers did you get?"

"None," Morgan said defiantly. When Reid merely raised an eyebrow in disbelief, he sighed and said, "Four." That's more like it. "But Reid, that doesn't have anything to do with it. You just need to know how to keep the dice rolling."

"I'm not like you, Morgan," Reid snapped, more in frustration of himself, and strolled around him. "I don't converse well with girls."

Morgan followed the genius through the crowd of people and replied, "Well maybe you're just not sparking the conversations right. What do you usually talk about?"

Reid stopped and faced him, his face flushed with embarrassment at the topic. "Statistics."

"See, that's your problem right there. Statistics are boring."

Crossing his arms, Reid said sadly, "It's all that I'm good at."

Morgan laughed at his comment and put a hand on the kid's shoulder. "Reid, you're the most intelligent person I know, I'm sure there's something you can do that's impressive, other than statistics." He grinned, waiting.

Reid thought about it for a few seconds before he came up with the answer. "Magic," he said.

"Magic?"

"Yeah, magic tricks. I used to do them all the time in school."

"See, that's perfect! Chicks dig magic tricks," said Morgan, beaming even wider.

Reid looked up at him. "Really?"

Morgan nodded. "Alright, time to test this out." His eyes scanned the club until they rested on a spot behind Reid. "How about her?"

Following Morgan's gaze, Reid looked over to the bar and saw the only woman standing there was the beautiful brunette he had gone past about four times since arriving there. Oh, the irony.

"No," Reid replied quickly, whipping back around to face his friend. His head shook frantically.

Morgan, mistaking his nervousness, leaned back and nodded. "You're not getting out of this one Reid." His hands turned Reid back around and gave him a small push towards Austin. "Just remember, no statistics."

Reid's heart rate had quickened so significantly, Morgan must have seen his throat pulsating with the terror. He could feel the heat in his face vacate down to his feet as his stomach knotted and dropped as well. Eventually, he managed to make it to the bar counter where he quickly pulled out his little trick pen he always liked to carry. He set the stacks of paper on the counter and looked up as the bartender made her way over to him.

"H-hi." Great, he thought, mortified, already muttering before even introducing yourself. Cut the small talk, Spencer. Get to the magic trick.

"I'm with the FBI, and we're currently looking for this man." He held up one of the photographs. "Have you seen him before?"

"That's not really much of a picture," she responded, leaning over the counter to look closer.

Reid fumbled for the pen he had set down. "M-maybe this will help. He, ugh, he has a scar right about—" he supposedly stabbed the pen through the man's forehead and dragged it upwards "—here. And he uses his weird looks to charm and manipulate." Reid pulled the pen along the paper and yanked it away to show her the lack of any damage.

Austin took the paper and eyed it carefully as her mouth opened with awe. "Okay," she said with a small chuckle, "how did you do that?"

"Magic," he answered mysteriously. His chest was beginning to ache because of his increased heart rate, but he was forcing back the smile sneaking up on him. It was working!

Her teeth shined as she smiled widely, still staring down at the paper. When she looked back up at him with her glistening eyes, his throat tightened. Stay cool.

"Well, I will definitely let you know if I see him," she said kindly…and with a smirk.

Reid let the muscles in his face take over as his lips pulled upwards. Swiftly, he gathered everything up and turned to walk away.

"Wait!" she called out from behind him. "How am I supposed to get a hold of you?"

Pushing away the proud grin that threatened to show, Reid spun around and pointed to the side of his head. "Check behind your barrette."

Before seeing her do so, he turned away again and made towards the door where Morgan was waiting with his arms folded and a gratified look across his face. Just before they left, he spared one last glance at her and saw with a roaring sense of joy that she was smiling down at his business card in her hand.

What did I tell you guys? Not even a day later and I got the next drabble. Woohoo! A couple of you recommended a story about Austin, so I worked it around Reid's thoughts when he first met her. Poor Reid, he's so nervous around girls.

Just so you guys know, I haven't seen this episode (52 Pickup) for about a year, so this is all just from memory. So please don't mind the indirect quotes. :) Hopefully it's kind of similar. I have another idea ready for the next one, so that should be out within the next day or two. Again, thank you guys for the amazing reviews and suggestions. They really make my day!