I know this took a long time. Couldn't think of anything for a while.

I'm not sure when this should take place, probably after season 6.

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"How do I look?" Beverly asked Caesar, who was bent over his workbench.

"Beautiful." Caesar answered automatically.

"You didn't even look." Beverly giggled.

"I did too. Out of the corner of my eye." Caesar reached for a screwdriver.

Beverly snatched it off the counter. "No, no screwdriver until you look!"

Caesar glanced at her before going back to his work. Then he spun around so fast he gave himself whiplash.

"Beverly? Are we going somewhere?" Caesar realized that she was wearing the tightest floor length gown he had ever seen. He swallowed hard. Did he forget something important? His hand fumbled for his phone to check the calendar.

Beverly laughed. "Oh silly, you didn't forget anything. I was just trying on a dress for the New Years party."

"Oh," Caesar said relieved.

"Now we have to pick something for you." Beverly smiled.

"Me? Don't guys just wear a tuxedo?" Caesar raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yes but you need to wear the right kind." She

"What's wrong with the one I had last year?" He asked.

"Um you mean the one where you ripped a hole in it when you tripped over the cellist trying to dance?" Beverly reminded him

"He got in my way." Caesar protested.

"Nonetheless, we need to get you a new suit." Beverly insisted.

"Right now? New Years isn't for awhile." Caesar looked at her incredulously as she pulled on his arm.

"You need a break. Come on. It'll be fun." Beverly gently pulled.

"Last time we took a break, I had to work overtime for a week." He reminded her.

"Six is just a grump. Don't worry. I cleared it with Becca this time." Beverly told him.

"I don't know…" Caesar hesitated.

Beverly bent down and gave him her best pouty look. "Please, Caesar, for me."

Caesar tried his best not to look down her cleavage. He swallowed hard. "Okay." He squeaked.

Beverly straightened up. "Great! Let's go."

"Are you going like that?" Caesar asked as she walked out the door.

"Of course, not silly." She smiled. "I'll meet you in the hanger."

0o0

Caesar stood by his research pod waiting for Beverly. He nodded to the few grunts who were in the bay. They mostly stayed away from him. They knew that he had a tendency to randomly inject them or drag them off to test one of his experiments. So they tended to make themselves scarce around him.

Caesar checked his watch impatiently. When he looked up, Beverly was walking in wearing her usual pink tanks top and tight jeans. She gave him that smile that made his chest tighten.

"Wait, are we taking your research pod?" She frowned.

"It's my only transport." Caesar shrugged.

"We can't bring that to the mall. Come on, let's take my car." In a few minutes they were zipping down the highway to the nearest mall.

Once Beverly pulled into the parking lot, she jumped out and excitedly maneuvered Caesar to the nearest men's store.

"Okay, which one do you like?" She asked as he studied the racks.

Caesar pulled out a simple black tux from the nearest rack. "Done. Let's go." He walked toward the cash register.

"Wait! That's it? Aren't you going to try it on?" She asked with surprise.

"Why? It's my size and I know what I look like." Caesar said without missing a beat.

"No, no, no! You have to try it on. And some others too!" Beverly steered him to the fitting room. Along the way she pulled several other tuxes and suits for him to try, piling them onto his arms.

"This is baby blue. I don't like baby blue!" He protested as she pushed him into the fitting room. "And I'm pretty sure you're not allowed into the men's fitting rooms."

"Fwph!" Beverly made a dismissive noise. "No one's here. Besides I have to make sure you try on all of them."

"All of them?" Caesar asked incredulously.

"All of them." Beverly said firmly pushing Caesar into one of the little rooms and shutting the door.

"This isn't even my size!" He said from the other side of the door.

"Try it anyway! Sometimes different companies size differently." She replied.

She heard his grumble something in Spanish but she heard ruffling noise behind the door. She knew he was changing. She smiled. It took a while before there was silence.

Beverly knocked. "Caesar? Are you okay?"

"I've already tried one. I'm trying the other now."

"No, you have to show me!"

"Since when?"

"Since you have no taste in clothes."

"I do have taste in clothes… not like eating them but I do have…"

"You have no good taste in clothes." Beverly clarified.

"I do too."

"What socks are you wearing?" She asked.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"What color socks are you wearing?"

Caesar hesitated. Finally he reluctantly said quietly, "Orange."

"Yeah. Point made."

"It's a tasteful orange." Caesar muttered.

"No orange colored clothing is tasteful." Beverly snorted.

"You can't even see it. I have boots on." Caesar grumbled.

"Let me see the tux." Beverly was tired of his complaining.

The door unlocked. Caesar stepped out. Beverly twittered before bursting into laughter.

Caesar turned around in a huff. He was about to shut the door.

"No, sorry, sorry, don't go. It's just that you look… pirate-y."

"That's not a word." Caesar said darkly.

"You look cute… matey." She burst into giggles again.

"It's the ruffles. You picked this out, you know." Caesar tried to close the dooragain.

"Sorry. You know some people can pull off ruffles… but mainly pirates." She giggled again.

Caesar slammed the door. There was more shuffling as Beverly tried to compose herself.

When sufficient time had passed, she asked to see his next outfit.

"No." Caesar said almost petulantly.

"I promise I won't laugh… this time." She said.

There was quiet behind the door before Beverly hear the lock click and the door swung open.

"Oh, Caesar, that looks great." Beverly looked at him wide-eyed. "Very handsome."

"You're just saying that." He mumbled looking at his feet.

"No, you're muy caliente." She grinned trying to make eye contact.

Caesar blushed. He slowly raised his eyes to find Beverly grinning at him.

"Come on, let's go buy this."

"Um, shouldn't I change out of this first?" Caesar asked.

"I think you should wear it. You know to break it in." She dragged him out of the changing room passed a surprised man who was walking in with some shirts. Beverly turned to the man. "Unless you're moving to Hawaii, stay away from floral prints." She told him, as she pulled a reluctant Caesar along. Caesar gave an apologetic shrug to the surprised man who then glanced at his selection. He dropped them in the bin and went to find other ones.

At the register, Caesar had to turn around so that the cashier could scan the tag. Beverly then had the woman remove all the security tags before exiting the store.

"I don't see why I need to break in the suit. It's not like shoes." Caesar protested.

"You look so handsome that I think you should keep it on… at least until we get home." Beverly insisted.

Caesar sighed but stopped arguing. He felt ridiculous. He was sure everyone was staring at him. Beverly pushed him into the car. After buckling in, she peeled out of the parking lot in a hurry.

"What's the rush?" Caesar queried.

"Oh, nothing." Beverly said glancing at the dashboard. "Hey, I remember Becca asked me to pick something up on our way back. Do you mind?"

"Don't have much of a choice, do I?" Caesar asked.

"Nope, not really." Beverly said cheerfully. She pressed the accelerator and Caesar flew back in his seat.

A few minutes later Beverly pulled into an alleyway.

"Where are we?" Caesar frowned as he got out of the car.

"It's where we have to pick up something." Beverly answered rather cryptically.

"O-kay." Caesar looked around the dilapidated surroundings. Beverly seemed to not notice as she rapped on the back door.

The creaky door opened. Beverly held Caesar's hand and pulled him in. It was dark.

"Beverly, is there any lights in here?" Caesar complained.

"As a matter of fact, YES!" Beverly swung him against something soft and he flew through the curtains.

Caesar stumbled into some incredibly bright lights.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Introducing Dr. Caesar Salazar, son of the renowned scientists Dr. Rafael and Dr. Violeta Salazar!" A man announced to thunderous applause.

Caesar blinked a few times to adjust to the light he then turned around to see Beverly's beaming face. He turned back stunned as a man handed him some sort of plaque.

"To honor you as scientist of the year for your tireless effort…" The rest of the man's speech was drowned out as Ceasar looked out over the audience. Rex was in the front row making embarrassing whooping noises and whistles. Circe sunk into her seat clearly trying to distance herself from Rex. Rebecca Holiday, Rylander in his tube, and Meechum were also there, standing off to the side. Caesar was led up to a podium where a microphone was pushed into his face.

"Um, thanks?" He said. Rex hooted and cheered louder. Caesar nervously cleared his throat. "This wouldn't have been possible without the support of my fellow scientists, family, and friends." At friends he turned to look at Beverly who was standing just on the side of the stage. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Caesar turned back to the audience. "I am humbled and honored by your accolades but I don't deserve this. There are many equally brilliant minds out there, many in this audience. So thank you again." Caesar stepped off the podium and walked off the stage. He didn't hear the applause that accompanied him. He only had eyes for Beverly.

"How?" He asked her.

Beverly pulled out an envelope from her purse. "You showed this to me a month ago. I knew you would have forgotten about it by now. So I had to get you out to get a tux and then to the award ceremony on the same day otherwise you'd never make it here."

"You know me so well." Caesar smiled.

"I'm starting to." Beverly smiled back.

"Hey, bro! Congratulations! Let's go celebrate!" Rex bounded from the back followed by Circe, Rebecca, Meechum, and Rylander.

"I've made reservations at that local Mexican Restaurant." Beverly said. "We should head out now."

"All right, tacos!" Rex cheered as he draped an arm round Circe.

"I'll just watch. Food goes right through me." Rylander then burst into laughter.

"You use that stupid joke every time!" Meechum complained." It was barely funny the first time."

The scientists bickered as they walked out the backstage.

Caesar offered an arm to Beverly, who looped her arm through his. She put her head on his shoulder and he pulled her close.