Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

bonus chapter !!!

A/N: I couldn't fit this in chapter 40 but I really loved it, so here's some little bonus scenes from the events following Anne and Spencer's wedding, because I really wanted to write them lol. They're a little fast paced and random, but they gave me serotonin, so, enjoy.

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"Choose a player to send to jail. Grey!" Derek Morgan booms, slamming a plastic card on the coffee table with a smile.

"This isn't know the fucking judicial system works. Retrial!"

Everyone on the team was sat around the table, involved in an ongoing game of Monopoly.

Haley and Jack had gone home about an hour ago, but Hotch had stayed, since his wife insisted that he treat himself to a few drinks.

Gideon and JJ had remained mostly sober, besides a glass of wine each. They insisted that they would need to be able to drive home in a few hours. Reid, however, stayed sober purely due to his last hangover.

Garcia, Aaron, and Elle were all in a similar boat. They had each had enough alcohol to become somewhat tipsy, but they weren't too effected. Penelope just giggled even more than usual, while Hotch and Greenaway joked around more.

Anne and Derek, however, were on a seperate level of drunk. Morgan was goofy and tanked, and Grey had drank everything that he had, plus more. She seemed functional, but the team could tell by certain parts of her demeanor that she was partially wasted.

"That's also not how it works," Gideon says, laughing under his breath. Usually he would comment on Anne's language, but he found it unnecessary, now that they were off the clock.

"Who's driving chocolate thunder home?" Penelope asks, watching the man in question with a grin. He had a stupid smile on his face, his head bobbing back and forth aimlessly.

Spencer clears his throat, assuring, "Drunks are staying here and driving home in the morning." He glances at the woman who was now legally his wife, his lips rising.

"I'm not even drunk yet," Morgan slurs, earning a series of disagreeing statements from his coworkers.

Grey silently outstretches her hand to the man, holding a whiskey glass with a small pool of clear liquid in the bottom. "Finish this, then," she challenges.

He accepts with ease, grabbing the glass and drinking its contents in a matter of seconds. As soon as he swallows, his expression turns sour. Whatever the taste had been, he sure as hell didn't like it. "What the hell is that?"

"It's just Smirnoff."

"Just Smirnoff?" Spencer questions, staring at Anne.

She laughs. "I didn't even finish it, alright?"

Reid shakes his head with a chuckle, knowing that he would be taking care of Grey's headache in the morning.

"Alright, guys, it's JJ's turn," Garcia announces, handing a set of dice to the woman.

She takes them into her palm, then dumps them on the table's surface, watching them bounce around until they landed. The dice read three and six.