Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

four

"Garcia, for the love of hell-"

"I'm trying!" she exclaims, typing away on her computer.

Anne stood next to her, watching the screen over her shoulder. "It has to be somewhere... right?"

Penelope had been trying to find information on Miles Davis' father, and so far, the search wasn't going well. She couldn't even find his name, let alone his current whereabouts.

"You're sure Ms. Davis won't give us the name?" Garcia asks, looking back at Grey for a split second.

"No, she's keeping it tight-lipped. Said that he would never have found Miles, and that she wouldn't let us get him involved."

She raises her eyebrows. "And you just let her say that. Nothing else?"

Shaking her head, Grey begins to pace the floor, explaining, "No. Reid's the one who called her to ask. If he would've just let me do it, we'd have it by now."

"Along with a formal complaint letter," Penelope replies, a bit of entertainment hinting her tone.

Anne's irritated expression doesn't falter. "Have you tried phone numbers yet?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Phone numbers," she restates, stopping her pacing. "It's a long shot, but maybe they bought phones at the same time or something? In that case, their phone numbers would be one digit apart, right?"

Garcia nods, quickly beginning to type. It took a couple minutes, but she loaded Alison Davis' phone number in numerous databases, and began to check the surrounding numbers.

"Alright, the number directly below hers belongs to Carrie Montana, so I'm going to take that as a 'probably not'."

"And the one directly above?" Grey questions, hoping for something useful.

Garcia scrolls on the computer for a moment, then finds what she was looking for. "Kyle Adams," she mutters, "That seems a little more promising."

"Load a picture of him, if you can. The younger, the better."

She does as she was told, saying, "Okay, here's his driver's permit photo. 24 years ago."

Grey thinks on something for a second, then looks down at the screen, a confident smile forming on her face. "Looks like his son takes after him. They're almost identical."

Before Penelope can respond, she continues, "Start looking further into it. I'm going to call him while you do that. What's the number?"

"Don't you want a little more confirmation that it's actually him?" she asks, making eye contact.

"I'd like to wrap this up as soon as possible. Haley could be going into labor at any second, and I'd like to be able to meet the kid and check in on everyone. This dead teenager isn't on top of the priorities list."

Garcia seems a little taken aback by her snappy attitude. She was a little shocked that Anne was eager to meet an infant, as she was open about her hatred of children. Hotch's must be an exception, though.

She also took note of Grey's assumption that Miles Davis was dead, though they had no proof. It was easy to tell that she just wanted to find a body, just as Sheriff O'Brien had said yesterday.

Penelope recites the number to her, then begins looking into Kyle Adams' life.

Leaving the room, Anne waits on the line to pick up. She walks straight out of the police department, sitting down on a bench behind the building.

She pulls a small notebook and pen from her purse, as the ringback tone finally ends.

"Hello?" a deep voice asks.