Spencer Reid brushed his sweaty hands down the sides of his pants legs before shoving them deep into his pockets. He cast another glance around the upscale restaurant where he was waiting for his date. Whoever she was. He still didn't have her name or a picture; something had messed up within the dating website where they had met, so all that he had was the description of the dress that a woman that he knew only as "Ashes in the FBI" was wearing.
And he didn't see anyone yet who was wearing a floor-sweeping, glittering, purple, sleeveless dress. But then, he had come early.
"Spencer Reid!" a familiar voice filled with glee calling out his name caused him to turn around.
To come face to face with Ashley Seaver. Who was wearing a floor-sweeping, glittering, purple, sleeveless dress. Oh. No. This could not be happening.
"What are you doing here?" Ashley asked brightly.
"A date."
"You too, huh? Hey, have you seen a guy wearing…" she trailed off, noting the clothing that he was currently sporting.
She looked him back in the eye and they came to the same conclusion at the same time, both saying, "Garcia."
Spencer took a deep breath. "What now?"
"We do still have reservations, don't we?" Ashley inquired.
"Well, yeah…"
"And we're both dressed up and here, so we might as well use them, right? I mean, we have to plot some sort of revenge against Garcia, don't we? And it wouldn't be so bad to catch up, I mean, I'd like to hear how everybody is doing."
Wait a second. Ashley Seaver actually wanted to go on a date with him? He smiled and she smiled back when he replied, "Okay."
This second chapter came about because of a four-hour car ride and a prompt from the ever wonderful Challenge King. Please enjoy and review!:)