Without Warning | Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

four

The team were scattered around a quiet bar in Providence, accompanied by a few resident members of the police department. It was almost a replica for of the last time the BAU had been in the city, though Hotch was here for the occasion, along with Greenaway. They had taken a near death experience and celebrated it like a reunion, and no one seemed to mind.

"Didn't think this would be happening again." Sheriff Alcott jokes, nursing a bottle of Coors Light.

"Oh, me neither," Anne Grey assures, with a laugh. She glances to her left, watching Reid as he rubs the ends of his hair between his right thumb and forefinger. He had been starting to grow it out more recently, and it was taking some getting used to.

"You know what I didn't think would be happening?" Holden chimes in, pointing two fingers at Anne and Spencer. "Those two." He was sat with Morgan and Vance on either side of him, both of which laugh at his remark. Derek and Joshua got along in a way that gave Grey the biggest migraine, though she secretly enjoyed every part of it.

Reid chuckles, while Anne rolls her eyes. "Oh, for fuck's sake-"

Morgan interrupts her by clapping Holden on the shoulder. "Me too, man!" he exclaims. "Married, too! Did she tell you that?"

She sets her jaw, taking a sip from the whiskey glass in her hand.

"You're married?"

She lowers her chin, cautioning, "Say it like that again and I'll shoot you."

"They allow that up in the FBI?" Alcott asks, looking at Hotch. He had been getting on with the man quite well, likely due to their similarities in job position.

"Not exactly. It's a gray area," Aaron responds, barely smiling. His stare cuts to Anne when Spencer starts a fit of seemingly unprompted laughter.

It looked like either Holden or Morgan had said something that mocked her slightly. Which she had promptly replied to with a very particular hand gesture, barely peeking out from under the table.

Aaron stares at her hand, monotonely warning, "Grey."

She looks to him, raising her eyebrows as if to ask 'what?'.

He looks at her hand again, and she laughs, then lowers it. Before she can offer any further remarks, Garcia walks up behind her, leaning down and shoving a cocktail in her face.

"Hey, try this," the tech analyst orders, eagerly smiling. When she blinks, flecks of glitter fly off of her eyelids. They wouldn't have been noticeable, had she not been so close to Anne.

"What is it?" the agent asks, grabbing the glass and taking a sip before Penelope could disclose anything. She didn't care as long as it was alcohol.

"A Rhode Island Red. I asked for something Providence-y and they made me that," she explains, taking the drink back once Anne had taken some.

"That's good," she assures, pointing to the cocktail and nodding. She knew that wasn't why Penelope had walked over, though. "What are you and JJ up to?"

The woman appears to be glad that she asked. "I've been talking to your friend Alba about some computer stuff," she starts off with, quickly moving on to what she found to be far more interesting. "JJ, on the other hand, is making friends of her own," she muses, her voice lowering as she glances across the bar.

Grey follows her stare all the way to a small table. There sat JJ, absently playing with her hair as she spoke to a younger, off duty officer.

Anne grins, tilting her head toward the woman as she hums, "Bradley. She said something about him earlier, that's why I invited him." She couldn't recall his first name, as with most officers in Providence. Not that it mattered. "Are we talking one night stand or something longer, love?" she asks, squinting.