Now would have been the time to open the car door, and hurl on the side of the road. At least, that's how Reid felt.

After half an hour pleading with Garcia, she had finally told him what Wilkins – Holly – was going as: Juliet. He was quite relieved at that, considering all he needed for his costume was some leather pant, boots, and a swordsman's shirt; not too embarrassing.

All had gone well as far as the costume went, but he couldn't help but feel stupid. She had said it was alright to meet her there, and that she was still getting ready anyway, but he felt like an invalid riding with Morgan. Walking there was out of the question, and so were cabs. Besides, Morgan had offered. Ah well, he thought, it'll be over soon enough.

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"You're gorgeous, hon'!" shrieked Garcia, when Wilkins met her on the dance floor.

Wilkins looked Garcia's black and red vampire dress up and down. "So are you, Penny," she yelled over the music. Garcia had put red and black highlights in her hair just for the occasion. Wilkins really didn't see why she had chosen to do so, but then again, Garcia was an artist when it came to hair.

"Have you talked to Romeo yet?"

"Garcia!" moaned Wilkins. "You told him? He must think I'm an idiot!"

"No he doesn't. He was actually quite relieved you didn't choose Queen Susan." She nodded over to where Reid sat, nervously twisting his hands. He hadn't seen Wilkins yet.

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Garcia was talking to someone but Reid couldn't make out whom; she was in front of whoever it was. "Where do you suppose Wilkins is?" he asked Morgan.

Morgan swept his cape behind him and grabbed a glass of champagne off of the tray of the passing waiter. "I don't know. She'll be here soon enough. What, man, you afraid you'll be stood up?"

"No. I know she'll come."

"Then what's the problem?"

"It's just – I'm nervous, that's all."

"I can tell. Keep on wringing your hands, and they'll fall off."

Reid crossed his arms. "All I'm saying is I've never done this before." He scanned the ballroom. That girl in the Catwoman costume looked familiar.

"Reid. There's a first time for everything. Nothing will go wrong, you'll see. She'll come in, you two will dance a little, you'll both come over here with me and Garcia to talk, and then we'll all leave."

"You make it sound simple."

"It is simple. If I can do it, anyone can."

Reid huffed. "Yeah, sure. Name one thing you do that I can."

"Profile."

"Besides that."

Morgan paused. "Look, just trust me."

"I trusted you when I got the tickets. Come to find out, you didn't tell me it was a costume Ball!"

Morgan smirked, triumphantly.

Everyone clapped and cheered as the Old English Haute dance ended. Reid was surprised they would play that; they had been playing modern songs.

The band began again, this time playing a waltz. Just then he saw Wilkins, sweeping across the Ball room floor in a forest-green medieval gown, and all the noise - all the music - seemed to hush.

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He wasn't sure how it had come about, but somehow they were waltzing. He was positive he was dancing horribly – the truth was, he couldn't dance well at all – but she didn't seem to care. She simply led him in the right direction. They always were a step behind everyone else, and he knew Morgan was staring, but it didn't matter to Reid. He didn't care what anyone thought of him.

The waltz seemed to last forever, but as opposed to everything that had gone through Reid's mind in the last few days, it couldn't have lasted long enough.

He led her into one last twirl as the waltz ended, and everyone clapped for the band. Wilkins couldn't help feeling as though they were clapping for Reid and her.

Reid stared awkwardly at her. She knew he couldn't decide what he should do.

A hundred thoughts raced through her mind as he leaned in towards her lips, when suddenly she noticed a woman in a far too revealing Catwoman costume behind him.

"Spencer?" the woman said in a saucy voice, tapping Reid on his shoulder.

Reid rolled his eyes slightly. Wilkins was glad that she wasn't the only disappointed one.

He slowly turned around to face the woman, when suddenly she took his face in her hands and pressed a bruising kiss on his lips!

Wilkins heart sank to the floor, and her forced smile abruptly disappeared. He didn't seem to kiss back, and his eyes remained wide open, too shocked to push away.

Finally he did, shaking her off roughly.

For a moment he was speechless but he finally forced one astounded word:

"Lila?"

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*cries*

Everything was going so well! Why, I ask you, why?

I'll tell you why: Because I'm eeeevil… :D

Heads up for depressing chapter number 8! *Coming soon*

Oh, by the way, I considered "You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This" by Toby Keith as the chapter theme, but that would have been FAR too strange considering Lila and Reid's little… predicament. lol