Fic: Cycle 187 - Criminal Minds/ANTM, PG, Reid/Nigel Barker (Wut?)
Title: Cycle 187
Fandom(s): Criminal Minds/America's Next Top Model
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Nigel Barker (fp/rp crossover)
Rating: PG
Summary: "I would so love to shoot you." "That's... probably not the best thing to say to an armed federal agent."
Author's Note: What is this? I left this crazy prompt at comment_fic... And tigriswolf keeps tempting me to fill my own crazy prompts. Crack is the result. Heaven help me.
"You could be a model..."
There are at least a dozen reasons that Spencer can think of that he's being told that... besides the most obvious and least likely.
The stress of this ordeal has become too much for Mr. Barker to bear. He doesn't know what he's saying. His pain meds are affecting his judgement.
Or maybe he's making a desperate - and inappropriate - attempt to get on Spencer's good side? They don't know who has been murdering the contestants on Barker's amateur modeling reality TV show. So far, he's the only victim to survive an attack... And madmen have gone so far as to injure themselves in order to cover their tracks before-
'Calm down. You're being irrational,' Spencer tells himself, trying not to fidget any more than he already has been fidgeting. Barker makes him nervous. In a totally different way than madmen ought to make him nervous.
"Mr. Barker-"
"Nigel, Spencer. I told you. And I'm serious, you know? You could be a model... It's your bone structure. It's magnificent. I would so love to shoot you."
Spencer laughs, before he can stop himself, trying to wrassle the sound into a much more contemplative 'hmm' too late to hide the fact that he'd been laughing. "That's... probably not the best thing to say to an armed federal agent," he replies. But he's smiling as he says it.
'What is- Is that flirting? Are you flirting with him, Spencer? Stop that!' The internal dialogue continues.
But it doesn't dampen the rush of heat that lights under Spencer's skin, bringing a pink tinge to Spencer's face as Mr.- as Nigel smiles back.
"I suppose it's not. And I don't suppose you'd be any more willing to let me point a camera at you than a weapon, am I right?"
'Good lord.'
The thought of Nigel taking Spencer's picture, like one of his glamorous models is- Well, it's ridiculous, of course.
"It wouldn't be appropriate."
But.
Nigel is a handsome man. A charismatic man. Spencer saw the intent way the man studies his subjects as he takes their photos during a "shoot" shortly after the BAU began investigating this case. Spencer can't help but wonder what it would feel like - to have those dark eyes focused so intently, so passionately, on himself...
He clears his throat as he realizes he's been staring. Nigel is staring back at him expectantly in return.
"Spencer-"
"Agent Reid," Spencer says quickly, making a pathetic - a transparent, he's afraid - attempt to bring this situation (to bring himself) back under control.
"Agent... You're meant to keep an eye on me this evening," Nigel says, very clearly working up to something. Spencer is simultaneously reluctant... and anxious... to find out what. "Wouldn't that be easier to do if I were entertained?"
Coming from anyone else, under any other circumstances, Spencer thinks he could laugh, again, at that. What does Nigel think Spencer is going to do? Tear his shirt open and say, 'Well then. Let me entertain you'?
The way Nigel says it, though... in Nigel's voice, spoken low and rough as Nigel looks at him, leaning forward slightly... Spencer just swallows.
"So let me entertain myself," Nigel continues. "The camera is my refuge, Spencer. I can't just sit here and do nothing but think when the only thing to think about is how those poor girls-"
Nigel stops speaking abruptly. He looks away. At once, Spencer feels guilty for concentrating so foolishly on- on that when here is a man who has been through a harrowing experience. Being stabbed by someone who murdered those models... someone still out there, somewhere. That doesn't happen every day for just anybody. That doesn't happen ever for most people.
"Nigel..."
"Let me take your picture. I promise not to release any negatives to the media." Nigel turns towards him again, eyes a bit wet. Voice wavering. But still smiling (or attempting to smile) and Spencer finds himself considering the request before he realizes it.
The last time he was in L.A. and "keeping an eye" on a celebrity who'd been attacked, Spencer had ended up having his picture taken. His face had been in tabloids for weeks, and Morgan very nearly refused to let him live it down.
"Cross my heart," Nigel adds, watching Spencer closely. If Spencer didn't know better... He'd think the man was trying to give him a 'puppy dog' face.
Sophisticated celebrity photographers don't do that... Do they? 'Sonofabitch, I think they do,' Spencer thinks, alarmed.
"I-"
"Just a few headshots. I promise to restrain myself."
'Restrain yourself from what?' The question practically flings itself at the back of Spencer's teeth, but he manages to swallow it down.
"Al- Alright..."
'What? What the hell are you doing?'
Nigel smiles - a big, bright smile that makes it hard for Spencer to accept that he's probably just made one of the worst decisions of his life, professionally.
Once Nigel's camera is set up, and Nigel is directing Spencer through a few basic poses... fingertips brushing Spencer's hair back out of his face, gently tilting his chin or positioning his arms... When Nigel licks his lips and pauses, looking at Spencer not only as intently as he'd looked at his models during that one shoot, but also-
Spencer thinks that he might just have made one of the better decisions of his life, personally.
[ end. ]
Fandom(s): Criminal Minds/America's Next Top Model
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Nigel Barker (fp/rp crossover)
Rating: PG
Summary: "I would so love to shoot you." "That's... probably not the best thing to say to an armed federal agent."
Author's Note: What is this? I left this crazy prompt at comment_fic... And tigriswolf keeps tempting me to fill my own crazy prompts. Crack is the result. Heaven help me.
"You could be a model..."
There are at least a dozen reasons that Spencer can think of that he's being told that... besides the most obvious and least likely.
The stress of this ordeal has become too much for Mr. Barker to bear. He doesn't know what he's saying. His pain meds are affecting his judgement.
Or maybe he's making a desperate - and inappropriate - attempt to get on Spencer's good side? They don't know who has been murdering the contestants on Barker's amateur modeling reality TV show. So far, he's the only victim to survive an attack... And madmen have gone so far as to injure themselves in order to cover their tracks before-
'Calm down. You're being irrational,' Spencer tells himself, trying not to fidget any more than he already has been fidgeting. Barker makes him nervous. In a totally different way than madmen ought to make him nervous.
"Mr. Barker-"
"Nigel, Spencer. I told you. And I'm serious, you know? You could be a model... It's your bone structure. It's magnificent. I would so love to shoot you."
Spencer laughs, before he can stop himself, trying to wrassle the sound into a much more contemplative 'hmm' too late to hide the fact that he'd been laughing. "That's... probably not the best thing to say to an armed federal agent," he replies. But he's smiling as he says it.
'What is- Is that flirting? Are you flirting with him, Spencer? Stop that!' The internal dialogue continues.
But it doesn't dampen the rush of heat that lights under Spencer's skin, bringing a pink tinge to Spencer's face as Mr.- as Nigel smiles back.
"I suppose it's not. And I don't suppose you'd be any more willing to let me point a camera at you than a weapon, am I right?"
'Good lord.'
The thought of Nigel taking Spencer's picture, like one of his glamorous models is- Well, it's ridiculous, of course.
"It wouldn't be appropriate."
But.
Nigel is a handsome man. A charismatic man. Spencer saw the intent way the man studies his subjects as he takes their photos during a "shoot" shortly after the BAU began investigating this case. Spencer can't help but wonder what it would feel like - to have those dark eyes focused so intently, so passionately, on himself...
He clears his throat as he realizes he's been staring. Nigel is staring back at him expectantly in return.
"Spencer-"
"Agent Reid," Spencer says quickly, making a pathetic - a transparent, he's afraid - attempt to bring this situation (to bring himself) back under control.
"Agent... You're meant to keep an eye on me this evening," Nigel says, very clearly working up to something. Spencer is simultaneously reluctant... and anxious... to find out what. "Wouldn't that be easier to do if I were entertained?"
Coming from anyone else, under any other circumstances, Spencer thinks he could laugh, again, at that. What does Nigel think Spencer is going to do? Tear his shirt open and say, 'Well then. Let me entertain you'?
The way Nigel says it, though... in Nigel's voice, spoken low and rough as Nigel looks at him, leaning forward slightly... Spencer just swallows.
"So let me entertain myself," Nigel continues. "The camera is my refuge, Spencer. I can't just sit here and do nothing but think when the only thing to think about is how those poor girls-"
Nigel stops speaking abruptly. He looks away. At once, Spencer feels guilty for concentrating so foolishly on- on that when here is a man who has been through a harrowing experience. Being stabbed by someone who murdered those models... someone still out there, somewhere. That doesn't happen every day for just anybody. That doesn't happen ever for most people.
"Nigel..."
"Let me take your picture. I promise not to release any negatives to the media." Nigel turns towards him again, eyes a bit wet. Voice wavering. But still smiling (or attempting to smile) and Spencer finds himself considering the request before he realizes it.
The last time he was in L.A. and "keeping an eye" on a celebrity who'd been attacked, Spencer had ended up having his picture taken. His face had been in tabloids for weeks, and Morgan very nearly refused to let him live it down.
"Cross my heart," Nigel adds, watching Spencer closely. If Spencer didn't know better... He'd think the man was trying to give him a 'puppy dog' face.
Sophisticated celebrity photographers don't do that... Do they? 'Sonofabitch, I think they do,' Spencer thinks, alarmed.
"I-"
"Just a few headshots. I promise to restrain myself."
'Restrain yourself from what?' The question practically flings itself at the back of Spencer's teeth, but he manages to swallow it down.
"Al- Alright..."
'What? What the hell are you doing?'
Nigel smiles - a big, bright smile that makes it hard for Spencer to accept that he's probably just made one of the worst decisions of his life, professionally.
Once Nigel's camera is set up, and Nigel is directing Spencer through a few basic poses... fingertips brushing Spencer's hair back out of his face, gently tilting his chin or positioning his arms... When Nigel licks his lips and pauses, looking at Spencer not only as intently as he'd looked at his models during that one shoot, but also-
Spencer thinks that he might just have made one of the better decisions of his life, personally.
[ end. ]