In S5E21 of CM, the team is in a small town in Alaska and there isn’t enough space so they have to double up for hotel rooms.
Garcia is sharing with Morgan and says he slept on the floor, so I assume that means each room only has one bed.
My question is: who did the rest of the team share a room with?
We have Reid, Rossi, Jj, Prentiss, and Hotch and three rooms for them to share. Obviously Jj and Emily shared a room. Do we think Reid shared a room with Hotch or Rossi? I’m thinking probably Hotch since Rossi is always pulling seniority and I feel like he would claim the single room.
But that means that Hotch and Reid either shared a bed or one of them slept on the floor (Reid). This is just hilarious for me to picture. I hope they spooned.
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Probably one of the most rushed fics I’ve ever wrote!
Yes, here it is! Ladies and gentlemen, individuals alike, I present to you..
(insert drumroll here)
A platonic shopping date between two absolute babies :)
@xgoldentigerlilyx @teyamarra @reid-and-writing I’m very sorry for the quality of this fic, it’s okay at first but then it gets really out of character somewhere in the middle and I was way too lazy to fix it so I hope it’s not too bad-
“Spencer, wait up!”
Reid looked up to see Garcia rushing to the elevator, and he held the door for her. He flashed her a smile as she thanked him.
“Do you have any plans this weekend?” Garcia asked, and Reid shook his head.
“No, but I do have a book I need to finish before Sunday. Why do you ask?” the elevator stopped, and they both stepped out, making their way outside.
“Oh, I was just wondering if you’d like to come with me to the new mall down on East Street. It just opened a couple of days ago, and I wanted someone to go with, if that’s okay with you?”
Spencer thought. I don’t really do shopping. But, she did go with me to that philosophy convention. I owe her.
“Yeah, I’ll go,” he said, “Tomorrow at twelve?”
Penelope threw her fist in the air with a “Yes!” and smiled up at him. “Absolutely, I’ll be there to pick you up on the dot! Thank you, boy wonder!” she said as they neared her car and Reid waved her goodbye as he continued down the sidewalk. Breathing in the warm August air, he smiled.
…
Spencer entered his apartment and sat his bag down beside the door. It was late, around ten or so. He flicked on the lights and plopped down on the couch, grabbing a book called Crime Or Clarity by Fiona Dewitt. It was a more simple read, but Spencer was enjoying it so far. He flipped to page 305 and continued where he left off.
“It would not be everyday that Steve Goodway would find himself wondering about his place on this earth. Everything he has accomplished, everything he’s fell short of. Is this really it? Or is there more, just beyond his reach? So, on this very day, he would promise himself that he would keep an open mind and an open heart to anything that calls his name through the brambles and nettle, and he would follow it even when the path doesn’t seem so inviting.”
Tomorrow was going to be a good day.
…
Penelope Garcia awoke at 9:48 a.m. with a smile on her face and a happiness in her heart. She started her day with a warm shower and sweet coffee. After that, she messaged Spencer, asking if he was still up for the mall date. He replied three minutes and twenty-seven seconds later with a “Getting ready now. :)”, and she smiled even brighter.
Garcia couldn’t wait to explore all the new stores and see what kind of crazy cute outfit they had in stock. She couldn’t wait to show Reid all the wonderful wonders of shopping and hopefully find a nice outfit for him. She couldn’t wait to convince him to wear said outfit to the Bureau on Monday.
It was now 11:37 a.m. and Garcia couldn’t wait to pick Spencer up.
…
Spencer Reid waited patiently on the couch, dressed in his usual sweater vest and button-down shirt. It was one minute and fifty-seven seconds after twelve when Penelope knocked on his apartment door, and when he opened it, they greeted each other with smiles and started down the stairs to the first floor. Penelope wore a green floral dress and a jean jacket with a dozen pins and stickers on top. Her black mesh leggings went well with her sparkly black bow and heels.
They chatted all the way to the car and kept chatting as they pulled out of the parking lot.
“So, how’d you sleep?” Garcia asked.
“Good, I read 393 pages of Crime Or Clarity before I fell asleep on the couch. You?”
“Like a baby. As soon as I got home, I poured myself a glass of wine and I was out after an hour.”
Spencer hummed. “You know, places like a mall are much more hectic during the weekends, especially near holidays. Why do you choose to go during this time rather than waiting for it to clear up?”
Garcia laughed. “I like people watching, it gives me inspiration and a sense of peace, knowing that those people are out living their lives despite all the nasties out there doing bad things.”
“Actually, statistics prove-”
“Hey, let me have this. That’s all I ask of you,” Penelope said. Spencer giggled at her, and she gave him a smug smile.
Before they arrived at the mall, Garcia suggested they stop for lunch after she noticed both of their stomachs were growling. They ordered sandwiches from the nearest deli and sat in the shade of the umbrella on the patio outside the shop.
Afterwhile, it started to get crowded, so they took it as their cue to get going. It was 1:13 p.m. when they finally found a parking space close to the entrance of the mall.
…
“Which store first?”
Spencer shrugged, knowing very little about any and every shop in the building. He looked around and pointed to one that looked interesting.
“What about that one?” he asked, and Garcia followed his eyes to the Way Out Thrift across the hall. She gasped and looked up at him. “You have great taste,” she said as she led him in.
This thrift store had everything.
Spencer looked around, unsure where to start or even what to look for. Garcia immediately wandered to the clothes section, rummaging through racks of shirts and dresses. She noticed him standing there, so she waved him over and showed him a big beige sweater. “What do you think?” she asked, holding it up against his chest to measure. He took it and examined the fabric. “It’s nice, but this wool is coarse, which can irritate the skin. A finer wool would be better because fine wool sheep produce wool fibers with a very small fiber diameter, usually 20 microns or less.” he rambled on, giving Garcia time to find a light purple turtleneck. “This one’s cotton, what about this one?” she asked, again measuring it on him before he felt it.
“Cotton fabric is considered better, though some people disagree because of the pesticides. Some cotton is grown with genetically modified seeds and sprayed heavily with Roundup, in which the primary ingredient is glyphosate, which could lead to cancer. But I don’t think it’s that bad,” he said, “In fact, I really like the feel of it.”
Garcia smiled. “Good, because this thing is going in your closet!” she said, and Spencer blinked. “I’m paying for it, don’t even think about it,” he said and Penelope gave him a look. “My treat?” she tried to convince him, but he refused. She stuck out her bottom lip in a fake pout, which made them both laugh.
After a little more looking around, Penelope and Spencer went to check out. Garcia ended up with a pretty yellow shift dress that Reid suggested, and a small woodpecker figurine for her office. Reid stuck with the purple turtleneck and picked up an additional sweater vest for his collection. Garcia suggested that he try something out of his zone, and he said he’d think about it.
“Where to next?” Spencer asked as they wandered down the hall, passing tons of shoe shops.
“Unless you want a new pair of kicks, maybe we could go up the escalator and see what they have up there,” Penelope joked.
“Escalator it is,” he said.
…
“Did you know there were thirty-seven deaths in 2014 in China caused by escalator accidents, and a report found that more than twenty-six thousand escalators had safety issues that hadn’t been repaired?”
“No. No, I didn’t know that,” Garcia said, shifting closer to Reid, “And I don’t think I needed to know.”
A couple of people looked at them suspiciously when he said that, and Spencer almost felt bad for saying it out loud. Almost.
Once they made it to the top, all the smells were like a smack in the face. There were multiple food courts, including a donut shop and an icee stand. There was the new car smell, along with some kind of strong fragrance, most likely from a perfume shop. Enough to give them both headaches.
“Jeez, it’s like aroma central up here,” Penelope remarked. Spencer nodded in agreement.
There were way less clothing stores on the second floor, but there was one store that stuck out to Reid.
“What’s RetroWear?” he asked, pointing to the sign above the entrance. Garcia hummed. “I’ve never heard of it, it must be a new store,” she said.
“Wow, a clothes store that you’ve never heard of? So rare.”
“Don’t start with me, genius,” Garcia warned with a smirk, “Let’s go check it out, I’m sure they have some absurd piece of luxury clothing in there somewhere!”
Before Spencer could react, Penelope grabbed his wrist and dragged him in.
And oh boy, did that store have the good stuff.
Sweater vests here. Ties over there. Pretty floral dresses in between. And a whole section dedicated to Absurd Pieces Of Luxury Clothing.
“Oh. Em. Goodness,” Garcia whispered, “It’s like the shop gods just read my mind.”
Reid was also pretty impressed, and for the first time that day, he was the first to immediately begin looking at all the outfits. Garcia followed after him, showing him expensive Gucci purses and handbags she found while he presented to her a fuzzy orange sweater that he said would match her orange slice earrings. She gladly accepted it and gave him a nice pair of sunglasses in return.
After a bit of rummaging around in their sections, Penelope and Spencer decided that it was time that they go through the luxury clothes section. Spencer showed her a green and purple romper with plastic rhinestones lining the neck and sleeves, which made her laugh and kindly decline his offer to buy it for her. Next, she showed him a tiny crop top with a band logo on the back and a weed leaf on the front, claiming that it was definitely his style and that she was going to give it to him for his birthday.
But the best thing they found that day was Spencer’s secret bad boy look.
…
“Hurry up, smart boy! I wanna see that smokin’ hot emo side of yours!”
Spencer sighed from inside the fitting room. “I don’t know, Penelope, it’s not really my style,” he said as he examined himself in the mirror, and Garcia scoffed. “That’s the whole point! Now get out here and let me see it.”
Finally, after a bit of contemplating, Spencer unlocked the door and stepped out.
Garcia gasped.
He wore a red-and-black striped t-shirt and black skinny jeans with rips at the knees and a big leather jacket on top.
“Well?”
“I love it. I love you. I don’t care what you say, I’m buying that entire outfit for you and you cannot stop me.”
“Penelope, you don’t have to-”
“I want to. And I am. And you’re wearing that into work on Monday.”
“What- No, I can’t! Everyone’s gonna look at me like I’m crazy!”
“Then I’ll wear that ridiculous romper you showed me earlier to make us even.”
Reid rolled his eyes. “You always wear that kind of stuff, they won’t notice,” he said, throwing in a “No offense” after she glared at him. “Oh, everybody in that building knows I don’t do rompers. Trust me, they’ll notice,” she joked.
After some of convincing, Spencer let her buy the outfit for him, but he wouldn’t let her get the romper. He did, however, manage to pay her back with a fancy new pen to add to her collection.
…
It was now 4:46 p.m. and they were both exhausted. Garcia began to argue with herself about wearing heels around the mall of all places, and Reid’s legs, too, were getting tired. They decided to eat dinner in the food court since neither of them were ready to end the fun just yet.
“These tacos taste funny,” Spencer said, and Penelope shrugged. “Mine tastes fine. Did I order the wrong one? I’m so sorry if I did.”
Spencer smiled. “No, it’s fine. I just haven’t had tacos in a while.”
“That’s a sin. I have vegetarian tacos almost every saturday.”
They both laughed, the sound ringing all throughout the mall. The smiles on their faces were like those of little kids on a playground, and they were living for it.
“Fun fact, most experts state that the first taco was actually invented somewhere between 1,000 and 500 B.C. At the time, the taco was more of an edible spoon, however the first recorded reference to the word taco came about in the 19th century. The first mention of the word taco in the United States didn’t come around until 1905.”
“How do you know these things?”
“Lots of history books. Or this brochure,” Spencer giggled, handing to Penelope the small foldable. She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. “You’re very funny.”
“Thanks, I try my best.”
“Why don’t you ever joke like this in the bureau?”
Reid shrugged. “I guess it’s because I know that there’s someone in danger out there, and I just can’t bring myself to laugh it off like everyone else.”
Garcia averted her gaze. “Huh. I never thought about it that way.”
“N-not that it’s bad to joke around on the job, I know it helps some people and I’m not putting you down for it, It’s just—different with me I think.”
“Oh, I get that. I do it for the same reason I decorate my desk, it helps me cope with all the horrible things we see on the daily.”
There was a moment of silence, until Spencer spoke again, “How did we end up talking about this?”
Penelope laughed, and suddenly everything was back to sunshine and rainbows. “You mentioned the history of a taco.”
...
Soon, it started to get late. Reid and Garcia had stopped by her place for a couple hours to watch a movie and finish off the wine that she bought out of impulse last friday. It was 7:56 p.m. when Garcia dropped Reid off at his apartment, and she gave him a friendly hug before saying goodbye.
“Oh, and, Spencer?”
“Hm?”
Garcia smiled. “You don’t have to pretend that you don’t like the outfit. I know that look when I see it, and I can tell that you’re secretly excited to wear it on Monday.”
Reid felt a light blush settle across his face. “Thanks, Penelope.”
“No problemo, genius boy.”
And with that, Spencer entered his apartment and sat his bag down beside the door. He flicked on the lights and plopped down on the couch, grabbing Crime Or Clarity by Fiona Dewitt off the coffee table. He flipped to page 698 and continued where he left off.
“Goodway would smile wide, wider than he has in a very long time. He would realize then that he doesn’t need this world, and this world doesn’t need him, as long as he has his good friend Mick. Mick, who cares for him, who enjoys his company, and who will go to the ends of the wretched world to be there for him.”
And that night, Spencer Reid also realized that. And he did indeed smile wider than he has in a long while.
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