The weekend passed without much incident. Spencer went out Saturday night, but since he really wasn't looking, he didn't find anyone. Not that he cared.

Monday morning came and just as he was on his second cup of coffee, Garcia called.

"Dr. Reid."

"What are you planning on wearing today, my shining white knight?"

"Garcia? Um…I don't know whatever I pull out?"

"No sir, that's not what you will be doing. You will be wearing one of the new outfits we bought Friday night. I know you remember that I have pictures of you modeling your outfits and I'm not afraid to post them all over the bullpen."

"That won't be necessary."

"There's a good boy!"

Click.

Spencer trekked over to the bags from Friday night which were piled up on the floor next to his bed. He pulled out the black "man skinny jeans" –shows off your cute butt-, and the tight green t-shirt –shows off your great collarbones—. He put on his least worn pair of black chucks and then proceeded to pack a change of clothes, just in case it was deemed "inappropriate work attire". Spencer filled his travel mug with the remnants of his coffee, grabbed his messenger bag and began walking to the subway station (after locking up of course).

By the time Spencer arrived at the BAU he was a nervous wreck. He had never had that many people talk to him in the course of the short ride. He walked into the bullpen, left hand gripping his messenger bag, right firmed around his precious coffee. Instead of heading straight to his desk like normal, he detoured to the break room to get more coffee, somehow, he knew he was going to need it.

While he was in the break room, everyone else was in the conference room.

"Where's Reid?" Hotch asked, not wanting to have to start the meeting without him.

"Getting coffee?" Emily suggested.

At that moment, Spencer walked in and everyone turned and stared at him.

"Did you join a male modeling company, Reid?" Rossi asked.

Reid shook his head, "No…I just became the girls' life size Ken doll."

"I told you! I told you that shirt showed off your great collarbones!" Garcia gushed.

"And I told you, I still don't understand how anyone can have 'great collarbones'."

"Can we get started or are we going to continue talking about Reid's body?" Hotch interrupted.

"We can get started," JJ said, pointing the remote at the screen and starting the horror fest.