Spencer Reid/Matthew Gray Gubler One Shots

Intensity - MGG

Matthew walked into the warehouse sized building, a hot cup of coffee clutched between his fingers. He lifted the steaming liquid up to his lips, taking a slow sip, his eyes darting around the brightly lit space. People bustled around, reminding him of a colony of ants or bees. No one seemed to be paying him any attention, so he continued to stand in the same spot, taking in all of the hustle and bustle. The green screen was large, so large it stretched across the entirety of the back wall.

He wasn't entirely sure what this video shoot was going to entail, he only knew that it was for a fragrance and from the looks of his surroundings, a highly digitized one at that. He took a few more steps into the throng of activity, glancing around for someone who resembled a director. A young woman approached him. She was wearing a headset and he immediately knew that she would steer him in the right direction.

"Mr. Gubler?" She stood in front of him, her eyes caught his.

He nodded his head, "please... it's Matthew."

She spun on her heel, "Jack McCain is waiting on you, follow me."

Matthew assumed she was referring to the director, as he blindly followed her through the crowd. He found himself at the back of the expanse, down a narrow hallway full of smaller rooms. The young assistant stopped at an open door, gesturing for Matthew to slide past her.

"Matt, so glad you found the place." A small, boisterous man stood from his chair and approached him. "You ready to get started?"

"Yeah man... and it's Matthew." He sat down in the chair that had been pulled from the table for him.

"Our female lead should be here soon, but I wanted to go over the concept with you. As you saw, it will be mostly shot in front of a green screen. Think film noir, dark with pops of color. We'll have you first appear driving a vintage car, seeing our leading lady standing on the sidewalk. You stop at the light near where she's at, your eyes meet. Pan to next scene, you see her from across a crowded restaurant. Your eyes meet again and you approach her. Next scene, cloths are coming off, you are in your bedroom. Close ups on both of your faces, your fingers play with the necklace that rests against her skin. You get the idea, right?"

Matthew nodded his head, wondering why the hell they had chosen him for this role.

"So we need you to be dark, mysterious and sexy. We need women to run out and buy this for their men and we need men to want to wear it to attract women." The man stood, "Let's get you into makeup and wardrobe."

Dressed in dark jeans, a white t-shirt, a black jacket and hair tousled in a manner that he could only describe as the "just had sex" look. He stood in front of the full length mirror, not able to recognize himself. Okay, he thought, he could do this.

A sharp rap at the door jolted him from the solitude of his mind. "Yeah, come in." Sounds from beyond the wall filled the small space he was occupying, the same assistant from before popped her head into his view.

"Are you ready?" She questioned him.

He nodded, "I'm sorry, but what was your name again?"

"Nichole. Please come with me Mr. Gubler."

He set his phone down, shutting the door behind him. "It's Matthew, please, none of that Mr. Gubler garbage." He cracked a smile, hoping to get one from her but she never turned to face him. He just shrugged his shoulders and continued the game of follow the leader.

He saw her through the sea of people. She was standing near the back of the room, near the edge of the green screen. His heart skipped a couple beats. He didn't know her well, but they had crossed paths several times over the last few years. Every time he saw her, his heart did the same thing. He took a couple deep breaths, composing himself as they took the last few steps.