I do not own Criminal Minds and I would like to thank Dragonsmaiden for being my beta reader. Before you begin, I would like to apologized for the plagorism that I had done. I didn't know it at the time, but I didn't realized that Bleeding Gums was from "The Simpsons" Bleeding Gum Murphy. It was my sister who pointed it out to me. I knew the name was familiar, but I thought it was from a real band like Blink 81, Papa's New Pinecone, or Inchworm. Oh heck no. So I am sorry for offending any of the Simpson fans out there. I wanted a name that would make Rossi go "What?" Also thank you for all of the reviews and I wouldn't mind some more. And I cannot believe that I have 22 people who signed up for Story Alert. Holy Cow.

Chapter #8

The three men left Ashley alone in the dressing room. She could hear Harry's voice from the stage. Even though she could not make out of what he was saying, she knew that he was canceling the concert. She heard the audience booing and hissing in response.

She let out a loud sigh as she took off her wig and untied her brown hair. She combed it with her fingers. And pulled out her black backpack from the metal cabinet, sitting it on top of the table. She pulled her halter top over her shoulders leaving her black bra on.

This night was going terribly for her. Reid finally felt confident enough to bring his friends, his family, to meet her and boom; she ended up getting into a fight with the band and she had to press charges. She slammed her right hand down on the table

"Damn it," she said.

A knock on the door, "Ashley," Reid called through the close door.

"Come in," she said pulling out her faded Betty Boop shirt. Reid came in, carrying his messenger bag and suitcase.

"I told everyone I could get a ride home with you," he explained as he closed the door behind him. Ashley turned around to face him, slipping her shirt over herself.

"Sorry," he said blushing and looking away.

"Why? Spencer, it is ok. I'm used of being naked in front of men." She turned back to her bag, pulling out her jeans and shoes. She felt his hand touching her shoulder.

"Why."

"Because I am the scorpion whore."

"Come here," he said, gently pulling her in. Ashley stood still, "Please," he whispered. She reluctantly turned around to face him. He held her in his arms where she buried her face into his jacket. She quietly cried.

"Sorry," she finally stepped away from him.

"Don't be," he whispered. He pulled a tissue from a box and handed it to her.

"You were finally comfortable enough to bring your friends to meet me at this loud, heavy metal concert, which I know is way out of your comfort zone and I get into a fistfight with one of the band members. Morgan is now probably at the police station filing a police report," she explained while trying to not sound like a crybaby. She blew her nose.

"Shhh," he said. He held her face in his hands, "Everything is ok. We will do it another time, alright." She nodded her head.

"I know it is late, but do you mind staying with me? We can finally talk. You can sleep on the couch." He nodded his head smiling at her.