Without Warning | Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

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Anne Grey had a radio in her right hand, staring at it as though she expected it to strike a flame.

"Who is this?" a voice asks, belonging to Dr. Bryar. He was frantic, oddly enough.

Morgan and Gideon watch Anne with intensity, wondering what she would say. Going for 'FBI' was a mistake if there ever was one, and anything else would be lying. They were curious as to how to catch this man's attention. Grey was good at things like that, though. She always had been.

She decides to play into his delusion, knowing there must have been one. "You sound as though you already know." She prayed to a god that she didn't believe in that Spencer would hear her voice.

Anne would've given anything to make sure that he knew she and the team were present. She wanted so desperately for him to know that it would be okay now, although she wasn't completely sure of that.

It would've been obvious if he had heard her voice by now, though. The radio must have been on a volume low enough for him to not be able to place her immediately.

She tried her damndest not to look at him on the video camera feed, but it was difficult. Her eyes found themselves bouncing back and forth from Bryar to Reid in a twisted game of tug of war, unable to set on one thing at a time.

"Higher authority..." Bryar mumbles.

Grey glances at her team with squinted eyes. She never heard that term before, but she sensed that she had just hit a goldmine.

"How did you know to come here?" he questions, sounding almost frightened.

"You know better than to question us, Dr. Bryar," she smoothly responds, her eyes narrowing and focusing on the video image. She tries to raise her voice slightly, so that perhaps part of the team could hear her.

Catching a quick look at Spencer, she can tell that he's realized. A lopsided smirk surfaces on his face as he turns to Hotch, visibly whispering something.

What could've killed Grey was when Aaron barely pointed his finger toward the camera, getting Reid and Greenaway to follow his eyesight until they were both reminded of its presence.

Spencer smiled the slightest bit more when he became aware that the team could see him, and that might as well have torn Anne's heart in two.

Although she was content with that, her expression was still stone cold, a line forming between her eyebrows.

The part of the team that stood behind her seemed intimidated by how she was acting. Perhaps not, but they were at least seeped in anticipation for what was coming.

It felt as though at any moment Grey would demand a S.W.A.T. team to rush in on the train, and they were just waiting for the call. She obviously knew better, but everyone was aware that she would be willing to do anything in the name of Dr. Spencer Reid.

That had been proven time and again. At this point, there were more times like this than what was in the realm of reasonable for almost all couples, as unfortunate as that was. Whether it was their first case, when Spencer had shot an unsub to keep him from hurting Anne, or the issues with Lawrence Grey, they were usually ready to kill for each other if one of them became endangered.

Normally, it was Grey, though. Reid had gotten himself into a couple of binds before, but it was admittedly Anne most of the time. So, on her end, that made this ten times worse. She wasn't in control this time. She wasn't the one that could get hurt.

"I want it out," Bryar snaps, thinking that Grey would know what he meant.

Her eyebrows sink. Schizophrenics that went to the degree of committing murder were almost always confusing, and that went without saying. "You want what out?"