Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

thirty five

"I think we should still get married."

Anne Grey gazes at Spencer Reid with intrigue. She hadn't expected that, but damn, it was all she wanted to hear.

She takes a deep breath, hesitantly cocking her head, then rolling her eyes with a soft smile. "Oh, you motherfucker," she mutters, grabbing his jaw and kissing him again.

Reid's eyebrows raise, as though his eyes would've widened, if they weren't closed.

A few moments later, they both pull away, resting their foreheads against each other. Spencer gives a full, authentic grin, laughing the smallest amount.

That causes Anne to smile again, though it was quite lopsided, due to the sutures on the left side of her face. "Did, uh... did Morgan tell you about the talk we had, or something?" she asks.

"No, what'd you guys talk about?" Spencer squints, holding an inquisitive look on his face.

Grey pulls back a bit further, setting a hand on the man's shoulder and laughing. "You don't have to cover for him. We were talking about when you and I would get married, on the way to the other station to talk to that kid."

"You talked about that with Morgan?" he shoots back, visibly surprised. "I was talking to Gideon about it on the ride to the medical examiner's."

Anne swallows, shaking her head and chuckling. "God, our brains are in sync or something," she replies, taking a second to laugh at herself, then shooting a glance at the crime scene photos on the boards around her. She looks back at Reid, adding, "We need to work on the profile, so we can talk about this tonight. But, I'm going to say right now that I agree with you."

Spencer smiles with his teeth again, happy with her response. He had known pretty well that she wouldn't reject the idea, but hearing it was far better than thinking it.

Staring at him, Grey exhales, giving in and joking, "Okay, damn it, one more time." She then gives him a kiss to match her statement.

As they eventually disconnect, Anne says, "You are being a distraction." She pokes Reid in the chest to accentuate what she had said.

Chuckling as she turns away, he immediately returns, "C'mon, we only require like, what, twenty minutes of actual focusing to make a profile?" He was joking, but his tone sounded somewhat genuine.

Grey begins to sort through evidence, not changing all that much since Spencer had already sorted everything out. "Profiling is our job. Please don't say that it only takes twenty minutes, or Hotch is gonna cut my hours."

"Oh, you wish."

Shaking her head, she digresses, "Alright, man, what kind of white guy are we dealing with today?"

Evidently not finished with his sarcasm, Reid starts, "Jeez, that's just so generalizing, isn't it? I mean, not all caucasian men-" When Anne gives him a glare, he jerks his head back and forth. "I'm joking. The unsub's definitely white. The kid even pulled out a peach crayon for his drawing."

Trying not to laugh, but failing, the woman counters, "There is a serial killer, Spencer. You're supposed to be the one taking this seriously."

That was undeniably true, since Grey was usually the one to crack jokes, if anyone was.

"I am, chill out," he ensures, waving her off. "Okay, so, he knows the victims decently, what does that mean?" His voice went through a noticeable change when he became more serious, as did Anne's.

She begins to run her tongue across her top teeth. "My instant reaction is to think that he hates them, but I really don't think the method of killing them aligns with that." Vaguely gesturing toward the photos of the victims, and their sliced wrists, she shrugs.