Peekabooo: Hehehe...Funny story as to why I didn't update sooner...My muse hates me. Everytime i end a chapter I know how I want to begin the next one and what I want to do in the next one...But then it doesn't work out. Every single time...
But no kidding, I JUST finished this...I fel bad for my beta cause I just keep posting things without her :( I don't mean to...I'm just so excited about actually FINISHING a chapter that I don't have time...
Blame school and my muse for not making me update sooner. It's all their fault.
Disclaimer: I fell like I should do one of these every couple of chapters...So uh...Yeah I think it's pretty obvious I don't own Criminal Minds because people would hate me because episodes would always be late..
"Does it hurt?" Garcia asked, while Morgan put Reid's wheelchair in the back of the car. Reid was slumped in the back seat, trying to move his hair out of his face. Garcia glanced in the rearview mirror and examined Reid's illuminated purple cast. You could see the outline of it on his black pants.
"Not really. If I try and move it too much, it does a bit. But it's not constant." Reid told her.
"What about your arms?" She asked, after Morgan got into the beige driver's seat.
"Oh those are fine. The stitches came out awhile ago." Reid said. Although they were just about healed, the scars remained. They were permanently etched onto his skin. He often wondered if he would ever feel comfortable wearing short sleeve shirts again.
"Oh," Garcia said, while exchanging a look with Morgan.
Reid realized that he had answered that a little too fast, so he quickly changed the subject.
"But what is really irking me is my hair. I can't believe I had it longer than this."
Garcia turned halfway around and grinned, "Remember last time we saw you and you told us you were bugged by it?"
"Yeah?"
"We-" Morgan threw Garcia a glance, "Okay, I made you an appointment at this hair salon I go to. It's a real good place." Garcia announced, bubbly.
"Well thanks Garcia but why can't I just go to where I get my hair cut usually?" Reid asked, nervously. Garcia's beauty salon? It would probably be full of gossipy women who are just itching at the chance to rip his clothes off. Reid had just experienced this with the nurses...He absolutely did not want that to happen again.
"Cheap cuts is not an acceptable place, Reid," Garcia replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Have you ever been there?" Reid questioned, in full debate mode.
"Well no but have you seen the outside of it? It's so run down."
"The inside is fa nicer. You should try it." Reid defended the run-down place that he had enjoyed going to ever since he came to Virginia.
"I think I'm good. And besides, I already made the appointment. You might as well go."
"Fine," Reid surrendered. It was hopeless. You just could not escape Garcia's wrath.
"Yay!" Garcia clapped, obviously pleased by her victory.
"Reid. I promise I tried to talk her out of it." Morgan chuckled.
"Sure you did Morgan," Garcia taunted playfully.
"When is it anyways?" Reid sighed.
"10 minutes," Garcia answered, all too cheerfully.
"Are you serious? I don't even get to go home get?" Reid sighed again, heavier this time.
"Nope sorry. At least your hair won't bug you anymore." Garcia smirked.
"I wish I could get it done by my own hairdresser," Reid mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing," Reid plastered a fake smile onto his face.
"How are you going to get it cut?" Morgan asked, speaking up.
"Probably like last time," Reid shrugged his shoulders. He had liked the way it was cut before this. It fit him and made him look more professional. He liked it long too, but he just didn't know how he had done it before. His long hair right now was bugging him so much he almost couldn't stand it.
"Oh come one, prettyboy. Do something fun with it. How about a mohawk. That would be a good one." Morgan laughed.
"How do you think Hotch would feel about that?" Garcia laughed. And so did Morgan. But Reid only pretended. He still wasn't too fond of him and he did not want to see him at dinner tonight.
After the topic of hair came up, Garcia and Morgan couldn't get REid off the subject.
"Did you know that A single hair has a thickness of 0.02 - 0.04mm, so that 20 - 50 hair strands next to each other make one millimeter? And Even on a good hair day, everyone loses at least 40 to 100 strands. In America alone, in 1996, 38 million men and 19 million women experience common hair loss just determined by heredity. The average scalp has 100,000 strands, which is just fewer than 1000 per square inch. Typically a blonde head of hair usually has much more strands than red or dark hair heads. Which is surprising because a lot of women who are naturally blonde have much thinner hair than other. But a lot of the texture and thickness of hair is actually determined more by their genet-"
"Wow. Look at that we're already here." Garcia interrupted as Morgan pulled the car into a parking lot. In front of them was a newer looking building, it was a dark red brick and was kind of big. It also had a big flashy pink sign at the top that read: "Sally's Salon!" And then underneath in smaller letters: "Come get your hair done here!"
Reid silently groaned as he saw two older woman, talking loudly and smacking their gum as they walked in.
Morgan got out his wheelchair and pulled it up next to Reid's opened door. Reid got out of the car and got into the wheelchair. He slumped down in it, unenthusiastically and Morgan laughed and pushed him around the parking lot, heading towards a ramp. Reid would have protested to him pushing and done it himself but it was nice to not have to haul himself around.
"Why can't you be on crutches again?"
"Because my doctor didn't think it was best for my recovery," Reid explained.
"Why does he think that?" Garcia asked as Morgan pushed Reid up the ramp, almost nearing his death.
"I don't know but I don't like it."
Garcia opened the door for Morgan and he pushed Reid in. The smell hit Reid first. It actually made him dizzy. It smelled of so much hair and nail product in there that the smell sent Reid into a coughing fit. The next thing that registered in Reid's mind was the sight. The shiny tiles were a hot pink with a metallic flecks. The walls matched in color, all varying shades of pink. Giant silver stars hung from the ceiling, the sun glinting off them in just the right direction that it hit Reid's eye. But what made Reid worry the most were the rows of stations and hairdryers. There had to have been twenty of the stations filled with woman. Not another man was there.
Oh man Garcia. What have you done? Reid thought to himself.
"Reid. I feel so sorry for you right now," Morgan laughed and gave Reid's shoulder a squeeze.
"Please don't make me do this," Reid whispered to him.
"Penelope, darling!" The woman at the big desk greeted Garcia with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The woman was in a pink suit that hugged her waist and her hair was in tight curls. But even worse was that her hair was aqua blue.
"Oh Fiona! It's so good to see you! I love what you have done to your hair!" Garcia gushed, taking a strand of the woman's bright blue hair.
"Oh thank you! It was in honor of my love for the sea." Fiona said, dramatically.
"Well it's beautiful!"
"Thank you, again!" Fiona smiled a bright flash of teeth, before she looked past Garcia to Reid and Morgan. She moved forward and grabbed Reid's hand. Reid's first instinct was to pull away but he kept his hand still. Ever since Doyle he wasn't great with physical contact. He had even flinched when Morgan had touched his hands or shoulders the first two weeks.
"Oh! You must have been that cute little button that Penelope was talking about the other day!"
"I, uh, I guess so?" Reid answered, confused.
"Of course! This is my close friend Dr. Spencer Reid."
"It's a pleasure," Fiona smiled again, her blue curls bouncing as she moved her head.
"Likewise," Reid said, slowly pulling his hand away.
"Alright. Reid you're all set. Just call us when you're done. We'll be across the street, shopping." Garcia said quickly.
"What? You're leaving me here?" Reid's voice dripped with desperation.
"Yeah. You're a big boy. You can handle it. Besides, Fiona has you covered." Garcia smiled, slowly forcing Derek's hands off the wheelchair's handles.
"Yes I do Spencer," Fiona said, taking the handles, "Just come along back here and we can decided exactly how we want to cut it.."
Fiona's kind of creepy...Haha and poor Reid :( Stuck in that horrible sparkly place with all of his soon to be new bestfriends/enemies...
Next chapter will hopefully be the dinner if my muse feels like ever coming around...She's so unreliable..
IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE ON DEC. 7! It said that Hotch and Morgan on on the outs because a team member could be in jeporady...
*crosses fingers* PLEASE BE REID. PLEASE BE REID!
You totally want it to be Reid too...I know it...