𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇- spencer reid ✔️

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄," 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃. She stared at the empty clothing rack, eyes wide in horror. The clothes for the showing were there when she dropped them off this morning, and now they were gone. "I left them right here, I swear!" She raked a hand through her hair, feeling her blood pressure rising. Today was supposed to be one of the most important days of her career, it would define her. If she announced that she had nothing to show them, she would be finished. She'd lose her retailers and all of their respect, and everything she had worked so had for would be gone. All of her blood, sweat, and tears would have been for nothing at all.

"We'll find them, don't worry," Grant assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to be comforting. "They could have been misplaced."

"I'll take a look around," Gen offered timidly. She took off at a brisk walk and frantically began searching around for Celia's missing garments. Her interns were responsible for dropping off the garment bags this morning, so if Celia could find out which one was responsible, she could find where they put them. "Grant, who was the person who dropped them off this morning?" She demanded. Celia was trying desperately to not lose her head, but with her stress levels rising, she was aching to reach into her purse, to feel her fingers wrap around the familiar orange bottle. Grant rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I was the one to drop them off. Rebecca came with me, but I was the one who dropped them off." He prepared himself, like he was internally preparing to get fired or yelled at. Celia inhaled sharply and tried to maintain her composure. Snapping at Grant would get her nowhere. "Okay. And you're sure you left them here?"

He nodded, "I know for a fact that I did," he stated confidently. "I left them right here." Against her better judgement, Celia began to panic. Her mind wandered to all of the worst case scenario, and she tried her hardest to come up with something, but with no clothes, there was no show.

She could have to cancel.

"What's wrong?" Celia turned her head to see Spencer dressed in a crisp suit, followed by Derek Morgan and a male agent she hadn't seen before. Celia tried her best to convey her panic in one single glance, and Spencer's ability to read her like a book had come in handy. He rushed over until he was directly in front of her, and Celia hadn't even realized that she'd been sitting down until she had to crane her neck just to get a glimpse at his face. "They're gone," Celia whispered, running a hand through her hair. "The clothes," she clarified. "They were right there, and I don't know if someone stole them or if they were misplaced but they're not there. I'm supposed to shoe these clothes to potential clients in twenty minutes and I currently have nothing to show them-"

"Hey," he cut her off before she could spiral into a bottomless pit of anxiety. It wouldn't do her any good and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. Everything was ruined, and there wasn't a single thing that Celia could do to stop it. "If anyone can get out of this thing, it's you. You're smarter than you think, Cece."

"Are they always this...friendly?" The male agent questioned, directing his question to Morgan. He merely shrugged in response and told the agent, "You get used to it after a while." The unfamiliar face nodded and responded quietly, "Good to know." Upon noticing Celia's confusion, he offered her his best friendly grin and a polite nod. "I don't believe that we've officially met. I'm Agent Riley Carter." He held out his hand to her, and Celia managed to calm down for a moment in order to shake his hand.

"Carter is consulting on this case," Morgan filled in the gaps for her, no doubt noticing that Celia was wondering who the hell this guy was . "He works back in Quantico and specializes in cyber crimes. Hotch thought we could use his expertise on this case." He gave Riley a pat on the back, and he nodded slowly, smiling at Celia.