Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

twelve

Morgan walks out of Owen Kurtis' house, the body of a child in his arms. He looks undeniably concerned, which likely had something to do with the blood spreading across his shirt, coming from the boy. "Page the medics!"

Everyone proceeds to advert their guns from the front door, while Grey loudly asks, "Where's Reid?" She was interested in the unsub's location as well, but that wasn't as important.

"He's still inside, looking for Owen," Derek replies, steadily approaching.

Distress crosses Anne's face as Gideon comes near, saying, "Get the kid on the hood of the car! We need to stop the bleeding."

Without so much as taking a glance in his direction, Grey slips off the button up she had been wearing over her t-shirt, handing it to Jason, so that he could use it to halt blood flow. Her eyes were still on the front door, wondering why Reid still wasn't there. It was obvious that Anne was about to go after him, there was just the matter of how long it would take.

"Grey, he's got it," Morgan starts to assure, though the sound that followed made that statement seem completely false.

The distinctive sound of a gun firing split through the air, instantly sending Anne over the edge. "Shots fired! Page the fucking medics!" her voice shouts, looking back at the people around her. Alcott was already calling for EMTs, but she hadn't noticed at all.

Taking nothing further into account, Anne breaks into a sprint towards the front door, through the open entryway and into the kitchen. She raises her gun, attempting to clear rooms without sacrificing time.

When she reached a hallway, constant panting filled the air, coming from an open door, leading to a small set of stairs. Without any sort of thought, Grey was on her way down the steps, turning in the direction of the sound.

The scene in front of her was gruesome, yet relieving. Owen was clearly dead, and Spencer clearly wasn't. He was trying his hardest to bring life back into Brittany Kurtis, but it was proving unsuccessful. Whatever had killed her, likely the fingers lodged in her eyes, did so before Reid had even gotten to the body.

"Spencer, she's gone," Grey instantly says, stepping closer to him until she was able to grab his left shoulder. "It's okay, it's done." Her tone was firm, yet comforting.

His chest compressions didn't slow until her second statement was given, when he stopped to take a look at what he was dealing with. In that moment, realization hit that this woman's fingers were in her eyes and there was no way that her heart was beating.

"It was shock," he mumbles, "She wasn't dead until the gun went off and she just..."

"It doesn't matter what it was. It's done." She starts examining him, questioning, "Are you hurt? Come down from there."

He listens to her recommendation, moving his position and sliding off the table, stumbling slightly when his feet hit the floor.

"Here, you're good, I got you," Anne assures, putting her arm under his as a support. She was still trying to figure out what his injuries were, if any.

Eventually processing the question from before, Spencer responds, "No, I'm fine. I just pulled something getting on the table, and bruised my shoulder a bit. I'm good." Thinking of something else, he asks, "Morgan, where is he? He had the boy."

"Yeah, he's fine, medics are on the way for the kid," she says, "You're sure that nothing's hurt, though?"

He shakes his head, laughing a small bit through his response. "I'm fine. I just thought it would be cool to be the Derek Morgan of the hour and break a chain lock. Got carried away, that's it."