Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

twenty four

Spencer Reid and Anne Grey were finally getting into their hotel room for the night, their fingers interlaced as they walked inside. It was about midnight now.

"You still feel alright?" Anne asks, looking back at her boyfriend.

He had decided to have another glass of wine about an hour ago, and hadn't realized how high the alcohol content of that particular brand was. He wasn't quite drunk, but he wasn't at his full capacity, either. It was fairly easy for something so minimal to effect him, since he had never been an avid drinker.

"Yeah, I feel great," he happily assures. His speech was clear, regardless of his intoxication. It may have even been a bit more steady that usual, since he spoke a bit slower and had the time to think out his statements without stammering halfway through them.

Grey smiles at him, saying, "You better enjoy it. You're going to be hungover on an airplane soon enough."

"Mm. See, that doesn't sound as great." He cracks up in laughter, a bit more than what Anne's statement had deserved.

Staring into his eyes and bringing up a hand to cup his jaw, she inquires, "So, why exactly didn't you consider that beforehand?" Her voice was more gentle than usual, likely because she didn't want to encourage any yelling.

"I did. I have my moments, alright?" Spencer honestly replies, giggling. He had definitely considered the consequences of drinking another glass of wine earlier, but he hadn't thought about how high in alcohol the glass could have been. "When are we leaving?"

The two had planned on leaving extra early on Monday morning, since they wanted to go the the BAU sometime that day and get caught up on anything they could have missed. The three hour time zone change also had it's effects on their arrival time, so leaving early was the best plan.

"Hour and a half," Grey sighs, turning on her nightstand's lamp and sitting down on the bed. "At that rate we can probably clock into work right after they would be finishing up lunch."

"So, why'd we decide that was a good idea?" Reid sits down next to her, visibly tired.

She shrugs, joking, "We have our moments." Her eyes begin to search his as she suggests, "Quick nap, then we pack up?"

"Mhm, sounds great," he says, laughing, oddly enough.

"Good. You getting changed?" Anne queries, standing up and beginning to undress, with the intentions to get into clothes that were more comfortable.

Already getting under the duvet covers, Spencer answers, "No. I really don't feel like it."

"Alright, pretty boy. Suit yourself." She begins tying the drawstring on a pair of sweats.

It's silent for no more than thirty seconds before Reid speaks again, his eyes closed. "You think Rossi liked me, right?"

"I do," Grey contently says, pulling on a baggy tee shirt. She grabs a pill bottle from the TV table, taking a melatonin tablet and getting in bed. She turns on the television and switches off the lamp beside her, finally lying back on the mattress with a sigh.

The TV buzzed with an episode of 48 hours, and both Anne and Spencer seemed to be unaware of it. Normally, they would make theories about who the unsub was while halfway paying attention, but right now, they were tired.

As soon as he senses Grey settling in, Reid turns onto his right side, facing her, although his eyes were still glued shut. He sets his left wrist on her collarbone, sleepily dragging his fingers back and forth across her jaw. "Good," he lowly replies. "Are you ready to talk to Hotch?"