Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

three

Grey, JJ, and Reid were in an SUV, on their way to a hotel for the night. Spencer was in the back seat, while Anne drove and Jennifer had shotgun.

"So, is anyone else wondering where the fuck a suburban mom gets LSD?" Grey asks, prompting a discussion.

Morgan and Reid had come back earlier in the day, claiming the mom was recovering from an acid trip and that the son may have gone missing to find his father.

Grey didn't buy into the latter, even after reading the letters Miles had written. "He had nothing to go on," she had said, "There was nowhere to start."

After she shut down that idea, the only option left was foulplay.

There were no suspects yet, besides a decent amount of suspicion surrounding Miles' parents.

The team had spent the first day of investigation trying to locate any and every file regarding the victim's life, specifically his birth and the year before he went missing. The 13 years between weren't as important, but they still skimmed through those records, too.

Now, it was steadily approaching 10 PM, and everyone was turning in for the night.

"Omaha is a decent sized city, for the midwest," Reid evaluates, "I would think that there are plenty of dealers nearby. She can probably get a months supply for, what, thirty dollars?"

Grey shakes her head the smallest amount, biting her bottom lip. "You ask that like either of us could know what LSD sells for in fuckin' Omaha."

"Well, you could've," he defends, laughter hinting at his voice.

"I guess you aren't wrong," JJ says, smiling a bit.

Grey gives a snicker, continuing to look at the road. She makes the choice to pass someone, swapping into the right lane. Going a solid 15 miles per hour above the speed limit, she manages to get in front of the car, going back into the left lane.

"Was that absolutely necessary?" JJ asks, looking at her friend.

She gives a shrug in lieu of a response. "Probably not. But did it make my driving experience more convenient?"

"Probably not," Reid chimes in.

"Oh shut the fuck up, Spencer! You drive like a turtle on the cusp of 90."

He tilts his head, saying, "Some turtles can actually live past one hundred and fifty depending on their general health-"

"God, I hate you," she laughs, finally giving a full smile.

He appreciates her grin, replying, "Hate you more."

JJ seems content with the exchange, as it was all she ever heard when she hung out with Grey and Reid. "I'm starting to regret not riding with Morgan and Garcia."

"We're literally going to be there in thirty seconds. Calm down," Anne says, pointing to the hotel sign that was coming into view in her windshield.

She turns into the parking lot, trying to find a decent spot.

Eventually picking one, she pulls in, muttering, "Alright guys, grab your shit."

The two others laugh, getting their things and exiting the car.

Reid hands Grey's bag to her, which earns a 'thank you' and a smile.

"So," she starts, "I booked rooms, but there weren't many available. I still got five, but they're spread out across three different floors."

"Sounds good," JJ says, wondering why she even bothered to point it out.

Grey gives an entertained smile. "What, you don't want to be floormates? Damn."