Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

thirty nine

Anne Grey and Spencer Reid had been wandering the street for upwards of fifteen minutes, searching for their unsub. So far, they were coming up empty handed.

"Well, she's somewhere," Grey eventually says, frustrated that they hadn't found anything quite yet. This was their final chance to catch the unsub before this cycle was completed, and no one knew what would happen after that, if she wasn't found.

Meanwhile, Reid was remaining calm. He had always worked extremely well under pressure, and this situation was no different. "I don't know for certain that this is her current area of operation," he comments, trying to remind Anne that this was all a big 'if'. "This radius is just an educated guess."

She nods before pulling a handheld radio from her belt and pressing a button. "This is the BAU. We're calling an order to safely attempt blockading any and all traffic coming toward this road. Claim there was a car accident that's causing buildup, turn 'em around." They had enlisted everyone that was on shift at the police station to help out, hoping that more ground would be covered that way. Hopefully, they could turn traffic and cover ground. Anne didn't have much faith in them, as always, but it was worth a shot.

Spencer glances at Grey briefly, off put by her tone of voice. Her dialect altered slightly when she spoke on the radio, to something more bland. He imagined it was from her time working for the Providence police department, and her experience with the devices, specifically their audio quality.

After that, the radio makes a few noises which both agents halfway ignore, since they were simple confirmations of the order.

"That could stop the team from getting back," Reid eventually prompts, referring to the traffic block.

Grey nods, indicating that she was aware of that drawback. "It probably will."

She had decided that this was her and Spencer's problem now, as unfortunate as that was. Neither of them were necessarily in fighting condition, due to Reid's still-healing shiv wound, and Anne's ankle. It was the only logical choice with the limited amount of time that they had, though.

After a moment or two, Spencer looks across the road, spotting a line of women leaning against the outer walls of an abandoned looking bar. Most of them had likely just returned from a customers house for the night, if he had to guess. "Look," he says, gesturing toward the ladies.

Grey follows the direction he was pointing in, then gives him an appreciative nod.

She begins to cross the street from where she was standing, not caring that it was considered jaywalking.

Reid notices her fault long before she does, hesitant to cross, but still following.

A red Buick comes within two yards of Anne before slamming the brakes. She doesn't acknowledge it until the driver begins to lay on their horn.

She instantly cracks from that act of aggression. Turning, she starts, "Oh, shove that up your-"

"Anne," Spencer cautions, implying that she should just let it go.

She exhales sharply, knowing that he was successfully calling her out. "Okay," she mutters, continuing down the street.

Wasting no time, the two approach the women, instantly recieving odd, tentative looks.

Grey stares amongst the girls, pulling her credentials out and displaying them. "Hi, we're with the FBI. We're looking for a woman named Anna Raymond. Black hair, about 5'5. She would've just bought some private time with a brunette. Probably came off as weird." Garcia had sent up-to-date photos of their suspect as well as her address, so the description was available to give, thankfully.