Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

twenty three

"It took me a lot longer than you would think to realize that the restaurant was this high up," Anne Grey marvels, sitting down at a table for three. The restaurant was on an upper floor of a building, and overlooked the city of Vegas. It was a pretty sight, to say the least.

"It being called 'Top of the World' wasn't enough?" David Rossi asks, narrowing his eyes as he sat down.

She shrugs. "I figured it was just a shitty metaphor, like, 'Our food makes you feel like you're on top of the world' or something."

"That would be a simile, not a metaphor," Spencer Reid chimes in, taking a seat next to Anne. "The usage of 'like' or 'as' is usually a good way to determine that."

She clicks her tongue against her gums, looking at Rossi and saying, "I guess now's a good time to mention his Ph.Ds." Her expression made her amusement with Reid very clear.

David grins. He had figured that Grey's taste in men was 'intellectual' a long time ago, and was glad that he was right. "Oh, well, what do you specialize in?" he asks, his stare falling to Spencer.

"My doctorates are in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering." He looks quite proud, as he always did while discussing his achievements.

"Hm. Six hundred times seven eighty seven."

Reid furrows his eyebrows, internally questioning it, but speedily solving the equation. "472,200. Why?"

Rossi nods, though he was simply taking his word for it. "Just testing it."

"She does that too," Spencer laughs, gesturing his thumb toward Anne.

She doesn't deny it, sounding monotone, yet sarcastic."It's very hard to believe that someone would pursue mathematics for any reason other than wanting to end their own life."

That was genuinely what she thought. Grey had barely passed any math classes from high school onward. Her mathematical ability was one of the only things that could ever hold her back. She didn't really care too much about it, but she would certainly change it if she could.

"So, where do you work, with degrees like that?" David eventually asks, his gaze still pressed into Reid. He had assumed that the couple met each other through a link in their occupations, perhaps something like Spencer having been a case consult. It didn't make sense for Grey to meet someone outside of work, since she didn't do anything other than work.

Spencer steals a look at Anne, seemingly getting some extra reassurance before answering, "The FBI." He pushes himself away from the edge of laughter, adding, "Behavioral Analysis Unit."

Rossi's mouth falls open a small amount as he stares at Grey, dumbfounded. This man was someone that she works with.

She cocks her head, rolling her eyes and saying, "Go ahead, I deserve it."

"Oh, you're kidding me." He gives a hearty laugh, matching eyes with Reid."When did you start there? I haven't heard a thing about an agent joining that matched your description in the slightest."

Grey sardonically replies, "Yeah, there's a reason for that, Dave," though she's quickly overshadowed by Spencer's answer to the question.

"I started in September."

David's eyebrows snap upward. He didn't expect it to have been that long ago. "And how long has this been a thing?" He vaguely gestures toward the two.

Anne gives an extremely simple answer. "October."

He slowly nods, although he was a bit shocked that it had only taken a month. "You live together yet?"