Without Warning | Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

five

The BAU team were sat around on the jet, on their way back to Virginia.

They had been planning to go to Massachusetts as a group, now that they were only an hour out. However, before they could do that, Hotch received a call from the chief of police in Quincy, who said simply that the abductee was dead, and they had arrested her ex boyfriend. Case closed. Oddly convenient, he had told himself.

Now, they were having a relaxing ride home, playing poker and discussing anything under the sun. The current game was Spencer, Derek, Elle, Aaron, and JJ, with Garcia and Gideon watching along, jokingly placing bets along the way.

Grey was asleep, curled up slightly with her head resting on Reid's right thigh. He was content with her position, looking down at her every now and then, though he mostly watched the cards in his hands.

"Has she let go of you since yesterday?" Morgan inquires, with a chuckle. He was directly across from the man, peeking over a handful of cards to give Anne a glance.

He cracks a small grin, pushing a few pretzels into a pile in the center of the table. The team didn't have much access to poker chips, so anything that was lying around got used, including snacks. "Not at all."

"It's sweet," Garcia fawns, leaning over from where she was sitting to catch a look at the woman.

Derek shakes his head, pushing a few pretzels toward the center of the table and replying, "Man, you should've seen her while you were on that train."

Spencer suppresses a laugh. "I didn't ask, but I figured she wasn't so pleasant."

"I've never been involved in a police pursuit, but that drive, once we got off the jet, sure felt like one," JJ chimes in, setting her cards face down on the table. "Also, I fold."

"Well, that's mistake one. You let her drive." Reid's eyes begin to scan the hands of every other player, trying to figure out what his next in-game actions should be.

Morgan shakes his head. "She practically squared up on me to make sure she got the keys," he returns. "And don't even get me started on the whole idea of a magic trick."

He snickers, having intended to ask about that subject. "Yeah, you guys bought that?"

He found it to be one of the more ridiculous things Anne had done, although she virtually only functioned with impractical ideas. This was the most far fetched, and dangerous, by far.

"We tried to stop her," Gideon assures, sliding a few pretzels to the pile and adjusting his grip on his cards. "Then he aimed the gun at you, and that was it."

Greenaway gives a smug grin, matching his bet. "I, for one, am grateful as all hell." Her voice was slightly louder than everyone else's had been, though not purposely. "Guy was nuts. There wasn't much else to do."

"Unfortunately, you're right." Hotch's expression remains unchanged as he watches his cards, sliding three pretzels in and looking to Gideon.

He nods, leaning over and grabbing the leftover parts of the deck. He takes one card off and places it to the side, face down, then places another one on the table, face up.

Elle starts the chain of revealing cards, placing hers and mumbling, "One pair."

Morgan gives a signature smug grin, musing, "Nice try, baby." He sets down his cards. "Three." He looks to Reid, praying that his cards were bad.

It seemed like Spencer constantly won at any game the team could get him to play, even if it didn't have to do with being a genius. Simple games of chance, like Yahtzee, even.