Author's Note- I would just like to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourites, alerted, messaged, read, anything. I appreciate it so much! I won't be able to update until next week as I'm going away and won't have internet (this was also the reason that there were no review replies for the last two chapters. Sorry!). And if you are on the CBS Criminal Minds boards, you might uh, recognise a couple of things in here ;)

Much gratitude and cookies,

Sparks :D

Chapter Six: In Which The Boys are Back In Town

Derek waved to the women, and watched them saunter up the street before turning to Hotch, Reid and Rossi. Hotch was staring at a group of women who seemed to be giggling to each other. They were some kind of group, Morgan decided, as they all seemed to be wearing shirts emblazoned with 'The 4-H Club.' Whatever that was. He chose this moment to go pour over the map with Reid, and so missed Hotch grinning at the star struck ladies, but he caught him slipping them a wink. Hotch winked in London? This place just gets weirder.

Noticing that they needed a plan of action, as their huddle was interrupting the flow of the street(and incurring some wrathful mutters about 'bloody tourists') Morgan piped up, "How about we go get a coffee, and think about what we could do?"

A chorus of agreement met this idea, and so he began looking around for a coffee shop.

"Aha, we've something called the 'Red Panda's House of Coffee. Will that do?" Not waiting to see if anybody had any objections, he turned in the direction of the cafe. A voice quivered behind him.

"Oh God. Not again!" Morgan did a one eighty shift.

"Reid? Reid! What's up?"

But the younger man didn't seem to hear him, being transfixed by something, or someone in the distance. Derek craned his neck, but he couldn't pinpoint just what had Reid so horrified.

"Of course. Here! Why didn't I think?! They're coming. Oh God. Not again!" and with that, he turned tail and fled into the nearest shop.

Hotch and Rossi shared the same expression, a mixture of confusion and concern.

"Maybe we should go-"

"Excuse me?" A voice interrupted Hotch. A female voice? The men turned to see a woman with jet black hair and immaculate make up looking up at them intently. "Hi, my name is Laurel James, and I was wondering if you could give this to your friend." She gestured in the direction that Reid had sprinted in, and held out a vivid purple business card to Morgan. He glanced at it briefly, and tucked it in his pocket without really reading it, more concerned with the whereabouts and behaviour of Reid.

Rossi leaned towards the stranger.

"Excuse me, Ms James was it?" She nodded curtly. "Who exactly... are you?"

"Look, I've got to go. Just pass on my card and tell him that we're very interested". As an afterthought, she added, "Please." With that she gave them a glare that almost rivalled Hotch's, and walked off, sucked almost instantly into the bustling crowds.

"Well that was mildly disturbing. Let's go find Reid."

*

Eventually they found him skulking in the shoe section, and dragged him off to the coffee house. Hotch quickly ordered, and they sat in the window, sinking into the plush crimson chairs.

"Want to tell us what that was all about Reid?"

"Uh, it's nothing Sir. Really."

"I hardly think being practically petrified by some woman pursuing you in the street qualifies as nothing man."

"She was a woman on a mission Reid. Care to enlighten us now? Seeing as we fended her off for you and all."

"Really guys, just forget about it. It's nothing. I was just shocked that they found me agai- I mean, it's nothing."

"Again? What the hell is going on here?" Morgan was utterly confounded by the mornings events. What was Reid's deal? Since when was being hunted down in the streets by women in scary heels a regular occurrence for the doctor?

It was almost as if a light bulb came on in his head. Morgan started rifling through his pockets, searching for the slip of violet card that he knew was in there.

"Fine, you don't want to tell us what she wanted? We'll find out for ourselves, here it is!" He threw the business card down onto the table. Spencer gulped, and his chestnut eyes widened. He made a grab for it, but Morgan was too fast for him. He cleared his throat, and began to read out the card.

Artsy & Sparks Models

A hub for the freshest fashion faces

Reid was the same colour as his chair. Hotch and Rossi had been stunned into silence. Derek had one eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"So, Mr Model..."

"Shut up."

"Can I have some fashion tips? Or am I just not 'fresh' enough?" He snickered, and Reid shot him a dark look.

"Modelling Reid? Seriously?" Hotch was looking even more disturbed than when they'd been approached by Ms James.

The genius squirmed in his seat. Looking very intently at the floor he muttered,

"They just find me. Ever since I was about seventeen, I've run into a couple a year! I don't understand it."

"You've never been tempted just to try it?"

Reid was almost boring a hole in the floor with his stare, and said nothing.

"Good God... you have!"

Spencer Reid looked like he may be on the point of spontaneous combustion.

"I needed some money to pay for college! Three doctorates don't come cheap. So I signed up for one agency, and did some part time for a year. It's not a big deal!"

The looks on the other three agent's faces rather contradicted that last statement. Reid finally dragged his eyes from the floor and glanced at Morgan.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this am I?"

The fact that Morgan replied with a snicker said it all really.