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A/n this is right before "The Internet is Forever. I really hated Reid's long hair during season five and was thrilled when MMG finally cut it.
Haircut Blues
Sasha, Emily's hairstylist, spun the chair around for Reid to see his new haircut. "Lookin' good, G-man," she said and winked at him.
"Watch it, Sasha," Emily said, but she smiled at her friend.
"I can't help myself when it comes to good looking men in law enforcement."
Reid's cheeks were adorably pink and he kept pulling at the ends of his hair. "It feels weird."
"That's because you haven't cut your hair in months. You're not used to the length."
"Trust me," Sasha said as she began sweeping up hair. "You look great. It makes you look younger."
"That's all I need," Reid said irritably. "Everyone thinks I'm a kid."
"Not me," Emily said. "You're definitely not a kid.
"Guys," he squeaked as they both admired him.
"Alright, we'll be good."
"Speak for yourself," said Sasha.
Reid was glaring at Emily when they finally emerged from the salon into the grey, cloud-filled day. His Saturday was ruined and all because he'd lost, a stupid bet.
"Are you happy now?"
She looked at him over the top of his car. "Yeah, very happy. You're hot, babe."
"I am not," he argued as he started the engine.
"You're utter lack of ego is sexy as hell."
He turned the rearview mirror so he could look at it again. "I guess it isn't too bad."
She smirked at him and he finally sighed. "Alright, I know the length was getting out of hand, but getting it cut just wasn't a priority."
"Yeah, I got that," she agreed as he finally backed the car out of its parking spot.
"What happened to accepting me as I am?"
"I do, but I noticed Strauss looking at you the other day. I think she was about to get after you to cut it."
"It was only half an inch longer than regulations."
"That's not the point. We don't need her breathing down our necks. The closer she looks, the more she might see that she shouldn't see."
He glanced over at her. "I think you're making up excuses."
"A bet is a bet," she reminded him.
"It wasn't a fair bet!"
"You weren't complaining before," she reminded him.
"That was my best number. I don't understand what happened."
"I think you're mad because you never considered losing."
"Everyone's going to laugh tomorrow," he said morosely.
She reached over and stroked his arm. "I doesn't matter what the team thinks. I think it's sexy."
He finally glanced over at her and a tiny smiled trembled on his lips. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Emily."
"Hmm…"
"I know you bought off the crowd the other night."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You thought I was in the men's room when you were talking to the bartender, but that was just an excuse."
"Spencer Reid!"
He smirked at her. "Never mess with a Cal tech graduate and a profiler."
She reached over and smacked his arm as they pulled into his favorite Indian restaurant for lunch. "I'm going to kick your ass."
He rolled his eyes. "Where have I heard that before?"
"If you knew I bought a round for the house so they didn't like your singing, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it was much more fun letting you think you got one over on me."
"Fine, but you're buying lunch."
"I don't have a problem with that."
"For the next month," she said.
"Emily!"
"Don't pout, it's not attractive," she lied smoothly.
"Alright, geez, you drive a hard bargain."
"Remember that the next time you try to get the better of me."
"I will."
She took his arm like an old-fashioned lady and he smiled down at her. "I was planning on getting my hair cut anyway."
Her eyes narrowed and he pulled away from her before she could smack him again. "I think I'll be sleeping at my place for the next week. Alone!"
"Come on, Emily. I'm sorry."
His eyes resembled a puppy in the rain, but she hardened her heart against their power. "One week, Spencer."
He huffed out a breath and reluctantly took her hand. "I guess I deserved it."
"Yes, you did, but as I find you extremely hot with that haircut, I forgive you."
He opened the door to the restaurant and all of its fragrant goodness that wafted out of the kitchen to meet them.
"Morgan always warned me," he said.
"What?"
"Never mess with a woman that carries a gun."
