It's fun to be undercover

A/N: Genre: Porn w/ plot; Smut; Fluffy/Comedy; Friendship

Genre (for this chapter): Fluffy/Comedy; Friendship

Rating: NC-17 (M)

Rating (for this chapter): R (T – T+)

I know I'm posting new things (fics, chapters) all the time but I just really want to post as much as possible because in 2 days my life as I know it will end! - School shifts change and I'll have to get up at 5:45 in the morning (now I get up at 10:25) Getting up that early means that I'd probably be sleeping all day long and I wouldn't have time to create new fics. This is way I post so much!

Anyway… I wanted some new experience with writing so I added Russian to the mix. Special thanks to my mother (yes, my mother) who has lived there and she helped me with the translation. (Of course I won't let her read this - it's a bit too much for the normal mother-daughter relationship despite we share everything.) Sorry I'm babbling again!

Alright, about the story - I have always imagined that Reid's a ladies man and … dunno – just that plot has been in my head for some time … and I though it'd be interesting to see Reid in 'that' light…

Yes, on with the story!

Enjoy! =]

"Как дела?" – "How are you?"

"Хорошо!" – "(I'm) fine!"

"Я пришол сюда с моеи групой. Можем мы поговорить?" – "I'm here with my team. Could we talk?"

"Да." – "Yes."

"Он очень нравится им, не так ли?" – "They really like him, don't they?"

"Очень." – "Really." or "Yes." or "A lot."

"Он действительно изумляет их." – "He really amazes them."

"Мы должны быть осторожны когда говорим. Гарсия сказала что есть подслушивающие устройства в коридоре, в фойе и в ресторане." – "We have to be careful when we speak. Garcia said that there are bugs in the corridors, the lobby and the restaurant."

"Я имею это в виду." – "I have that in mind" or "I'll keep that in mind" (the second sounds better in English but the first is the 'closer' translation.)

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"Las Vegas, Nevada. For the last four months strip dancers have been reported missing and a few days ago they were found killed and buried close to the town in the desert." JJ was telling the team.

"They were found by a group of cyclists training for a race through the desert." Hotch added.

"How many?" asked Morgan.

"Fourteen." JJ sighed.

"That means that the unsub probably kidnaps one victim every month." Reid theorized.

"Not exactly. They have all been killed last week according to the pathologist." Jennifer said.

"That means that the unsub has no victims and he would most likely kidnap more shortly. Wheels up in an hour." Hotch continued.

They arrived in Vegas; talked to the police; came up with a few suspects; narrowed down the list with the help of Garcia and decided to get in the field and walk around the striptease clubs and check if there was any trouble. And that's exactly what they did.

The team was now in front of one of the best clubs in the area. Reid had told them that he knows the women who were running the place and so he went in first.

The rest of the team walked inside after Spence and what did they see – a not-too-crowded striptease club with the stage and the pylons in the middle of the huge space. On the left of the entrance there was an opened door with a curtain hanging from the doorframe. On the left of that door there were stairs that led to an office; the window and the door of which had a perfect view at the stage. A few dancers were entertaining the crowd. Girls dressed quite scantily walked around the tables collecting and delivering the orders.

"I'll go talk…" Reid's voice trailed off as he walked away.

"What the-" Prentiss started.

They watched as three waitresses walked towards Spence while taking some part of their clothes off revealing even more skin. All girls greeted with a "Hi, Dr. Reid." and a giggle and he waved and nodded. In a few moments two more girls joined the group and they did the exact same thing as their colleagues – taking off a piece of clothing and calling him "Dr. Reid."

"Why are girls taking their clothes off when they see Reid?" Emily asked but nobody had an answer to that question.

"Would you like me to ask Miss Anastasia to come down?" one of the girls asked.

"Spence!" a tall woman with a long, semi-curly, dark brown hair, white skin, long black leather skirt and a black top shouted and waved at Reid. All waitresses smiled brightly and walked away gossiping.

"Stasha! Как дела?" Reid smiled.

"Хорошо!" the woman answered and they hugged.

When they pulled apart Reid looked towards the team for a moment then faced Stasha again. "Я пришол сюда с моеи групой. Можем мы поговорить?"

"Да." The woman nodded looking confused.

Spence nodded to his colleagues and they joined the couple.

"I'm agent Aaron Hotchner. These are agents Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi and Derek Morgan." They shook hands with Anastasia.

"Would you like to go to my office? Perhaps it'd be better there." She suggested.

"Of course." Hotch nodded. They all started walking towards the stairs on the left of the entrance.

"Bye Dr. Reid!" a few girls said with smiles on their faces. Reid turned around, waved and smiled then kept walking with the team and Stasha.

"Он очень нравится им, не так ли?" Prentiss whispered to Anastasia.

"Очень." She laughed. "Он действительно изумляет их." The woman replied.

Prentiss arched a brow. Did Reid come here often or something?

They reached the woman's office and walked inside making a circle. Stasha stood next to Reid; her hands were crossed over her chest in a protective manner.

"We would like to know whether or not any of your girls have been stalked or if someone tries too hard to get their attention?" Hotch asked.

The woman glanced at Reid as if for reassurance and then answered. "They haven't told me anything."

"Maybe they were scared?" suggested JJ.

"Oh, no. If they were scared I would have known." She answered and looked at Reid again. He smiled. Stasha tuned to Hotch and added. "We decided that none of us would walk out after work alone – at least a group of three people; and that if something happened we warn everybody and call the police."

"Very good." Prentiss smiled.

Anastasia nodded and smiled too.

"Have you seen this man?" Morgan showed her a picture of the suspect.

"Yes, I have. He came here once a few months ago. I remembered him because he talked to half of the girls. He wanted them to join his … what did he call it – prosperity plan. He promised money and a place to live and amazing future but we're different here; we all know each other and we're all friends. Plus we like strip dancing. None of us does that because there is nothing else to do and we all live very good lives considering the amount of money we earn." She smirked. "I guess he noticed that we didn't want to do anything different and he didn't bother us again."

The door opened and a blond woman walked in with a few shopping bags.

"Hey Stasha. I didn't know we have visitors." She said while looking around. Then her eyes spotted Spence and she smiled. "Hi, Dr. Reid." She greeted.

"Hello, Sonia." He nodded.

"What? You know everybody here?" Morgan exclaimed.

Stasha and Sonia laughed; Reid smirked.

"Um… Sonia, the agents are asking whether there's been some trouble lately – somebody being around too much…?" Anastasia asked her friend.

The blond frowned. "No, nothing. Why?" now she was concerned.

"Best keep up with your precautions." Reid told the girls.

They nodded their agreement.

Soon the team was walking out of the club. At the door one of the waitresses ran over to Spence and touched his hand. She waited until the rest of the team was further away and she told him something. He smiled and said something to her. Than she walked straight to one of her colleagues and they giggled. When they were out in the street again heading for their cars Morgan walked next to Reid and tapped him on the shoulder.

"So, Kid, how come everybody there knows you?" he asked with an amused voice pointing at the club with his thumb.

"I'm from Vegas and we're in Vegas." He answered.

Prentiss caught up with them. "We were in a striptease club." She slipped in.

Reid put his hands in his pockets and didn't say anything.

"And why was everybody calling you "doctor"?" Emily wondered.

"Yeah, what's going on here?" Derek inquired.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Reid said with a smirk and hurried to Hotch, JJ and Rossi as he was riding in the car with them.

"No, really, what's up with him?" Emily started.

"And did you see how the girls in the office reacted when I asked if he knew everybody there?" Morgan continued.

"Yeah, and what about all the giggling and the 'oh, Dr. Reid, fuck me' attitude?" Prentiss and Morgan laughed and got into their car. "You think he's slept with them?" Emily asked.

"Can't tell. Most likely, yes." Derek said.

The black SUVs drove towards the headquarters.

"Whatever it is I think that we know a lot less about Reid than we thought." Prentiss sighed.

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