Without Warning | Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

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Ten minutes after her suggestion had went on the table, Anne Grey was already prepared to put it into action. "I need some sort of device that I can absolutely destroy," she prompts, looking around at the team, plus Sheriff Alcott. "Old phone, computer, I don't care." Her eyes looked like damaged goods at this point, angry and hinting at cracking. Anne never normally crumbled under pressure, but then again, this situation had never happened before.

Morgan, Gideon, Garcia and Jareau each absently patted their pockets, coming up empty. They had their personal phones, but those weren't really fit to be destroyed, or at least, not as the first option. Additionally, Penelope wasn't keen on the idea of breaking any of the extra devices she carried. Not until it was necessary.

Alcott was the first to come up with something, sliding a flip phone out of it's leather case on his belt. He offers it to Grey, explaining, "It's my work cell." He half shrugs while holding it out, indicating that it wasn't a big deal.

Anne takes it, inquiring, "Nothing important on it?" She assumed not, but decided to make sure for whatever reason.

The older man shakes his head, scratching his short beard. "Just a couple phone numbers, nothing I can't replace." He still wasn't completely sure where she was going with this, other than her need to fulfill a microchip removal on Dr. Bryar.

"Great," Grey blandly replies, opening it and dropping it on the floor. She stomps on it once, then twice, getting the phone's inner workings to reveal themselves. She seems to put more effort into it than necessary. "I'll pay you back for it."

"You couldn't just pop it open?" Morgan proposes, his thick eyebrows progressively rising.

She sets her jaw. "Stepping on it felt better."

Leaning down, she picks up the broken device, beginning to pick around until she found what she wanted. Plucking out a white SIM card, she begins to examine it, wondering if it would work for what she had in mind.

Her eyebrows sink as she bites her bottom lip. She didn't like the fact that the card had text on it. It wouldn't look as good. She starts to scratch at it with her finger nail, before thinking of a more convenient method.

She twists a silver ring off of her finger, popping the blade and shaving off the lettering with ease. "Any of you ever seen a government issued microchip?" she absently asks, holding it up with minimal amusement.

"That's going to work?" JJ asks.

Anne barely smiles, for the first time since this morning. It wasn't a happy grin, though. It was almost masochistic. "Covered in blood? Absolutely."

The team picked up on that expression at an instant. She had a certain level of amusement about slicing Bryar's arm, and it was moderately concerning.

"Is it really a good idea to let Grey be the one to cut him open?" Morgan asks. He was joking, but it didn't sound like it.

"No, I'll probably slit his wrists," she returns in the same tone. Her chin jerks in Alcott's direction. "You happen to have one of those first aid kits somewhere?" she inquires.

He nods, lifting the computer that displayed the video feed from the trunk of a patrol car and popping it. He grabs the kit in question, handing it to Anne before shutting the trunk and repositioning the laptop.

She starts to work through the supplies in the kit, making sure it had what she needed. "Alright, scalpel, bandages... yeah, that works."  She shuts the container, swallowing and looking amongst her colleagues. She was ready to go, but they didn't seem as prepared.

Derek comes up with yet another question. He was somewhat hoping that one of them would stump her into finding another plan, though he knew they wouldn't. "How are you gonna maneuver the chip?"