Spencer Reid Imagines {ON HOLD}

singer

Description: during a case, Reid and the team go to a fancy club to ask about a suspect. Spencer is immediately entranced by the focused and beautiful club singer in the corner.
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When they walked into the club, Spencer felt like he didn't exactly fit in with the crowd. He certainly looked the part, wearing a white button up top, black dress pants and shoes with a suit vest over top. The others were a little dressed down minus Hotch and Rossi, who had naturally worn suits. The rest were all in casual attire, in contrast to the long evening gowns and designer suits. A stage was sat on one side of the room, a man playing piano on top of it next to an old style microphone straight out of the 20s. The man played a nice melody, soft and soothing as the people at the tables talked amongst themselves. The tables were draped with a white table cloth, crystal goblets in front of each person and small gourmet meals on each fine china plate. A crystal chandelier hung in the middle.

They'd needed to come here to ask about suspicious people they knew. Socialites  known to frequent the club were being killed, and they needed to ask questions about anyone suspicious or who looked like they didn't belong.

There was a sudden clapping that filled the room, followed by soft piano playing. A smooth voice filled the room, and Spencer's heart skipped a beat. It was like time stopped when she started singing.

A beautiful woman was at the microphone, her hair styled down with gems strewn through it. She wore a red satin evening gown, a slit down the side which her leg poked out of. She wore thick black heels, a set of pearl jewelry adorning her skin. Her mouth moved so effortlessly as notes slipped from her lips.
"My old man is a bad man. But I can't deny the way he holds my hand and he grabs me, he has me by my heart." Her lips upturned in a smile as she swayed her hips to the piano music, everyone's eyes trained on her. Spencer couldn't look away. He couldn't move, and the room started to melt away. "He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past. He doesn't mind I have a L.A crass way about me. He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart."
Her eyes looked around and connected with his, giving him a sideways smile. Her hands passionately moved over her body as the words left her mouth effortlessly. "Swimming pool, Glimmering darling. White bikini off with my red nail polish. Watch me in the swimming pool. Bright blue ripples, you sitting sipping on your Black Cristal, oh yeah." She kept her eyes trained to his, an entrancing shade of (e/c) that captivated him and pulled him in. She began to move the dress she wore. "Light of my life, fire in my loins. Be a good baby, do what I want. Light of my life, fire in my loins. Gimme them gold coins. Gimme them coins."

With every movement she made he was struck by her beauty, elegance, and grace. Her eyes began to travel around the room again, hands playing with her own hair and running up and down the microphone.
"And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers chasing me all over town. 'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facing time again at Riker's Island and I won't get out." She was like a siren, pulling him in with her voice only to trap him with her red tinted smile and brown shaded eyelids. She looked like something out of a vintage movie. Her eyes slowly trailed to his again. "Because I'm crazy, baby. I need you to come here and save me. I'm your little scarlet starlet singing in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth, ready for you."

She seemed to be speaking to him as she finished out the chorus, winking at him as she flirted without using any words. He couldn't look away from her, bathed in the soft stage lights and casting a shadow on the tan curtain on the wall behind her. It was like she was a splash of bright red on a dull canvas.

He continued to watch the woman sing until the song was over, clapping with the rest of the room. She curtsied and stepped down from the stage, talking to a security guard.

"Reid!" Spencer's face snapped to Morgan as he chuckled a bit. He shuffled towards him. "Having fun enjoying the show?"
"I was just listening to the music."
"You use your ears to listen. You use your eyes to admire." Morgan smirked at Reid before he blushed and followed. The woman came up to the two of them, garnishing a smile. Reid felt his palms get sweaty.