Catch-22| Spencer Reid

twenty

"I told you, Spencer, I gotta go."

Grey looks to Reid. He's still in bed, as the two of them had been taking a much needed day of rest.

She was out of bed, now, though, adjusting her belt and attempting to look slightly formal.

"Please, Anne, it's only four-thirty. They said five," he drags out, reaching across the bed for her hand.

"You've been hanging out with me 24/7 since Monday," she giggles, grabbing his hand. "I'm not going to be late."

They had just wrapped up the religious murder case yesterday. Morgan and Gideon were able to locate the unsub, and the others found the third victim. She, unfortunately, was dead on arrival.

A few days of paperwork later, everyone was finally back home in Virginia, and Grey was supposed to visit Hazel and Brandon for dinner tonight.

"I'll bring you leftovers, okay?" she says, giving him a reassuring smile, on the verge of laughter.

His face lights up as he responds, "Ah, yay, thank you." He squeezes her hand, shaking it slightly with a grin.

"Of course."

"You look wonderful, by the way. Dare I say that you look caught up on your sleep," he says, laughing through the last few words.

She smiles radiantly, replying, "I slept for a solid ten hours last night. I'm pretty sure that's my record."

Grey then leans over, kissing his forehead and adding, "Seriously, I've got to go. I'll see you later, alright?"

"Mhm. Bye," he happily says, rolling over on the bed and yawning, giving a smile and wave.

She waves back, then picks up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder and leaving the bedroom.

She makes her way to the kitchen, grabbing her car keys off the counter. Shaking and jingling them a bit, she heads toward the door.

As she leaves, Grey makes sure to lock the door, though Reid is still inside. She had never liked leaving it unlocked, and it was only natural.

She walks down a few hallways, approaching the elevators. Clicking the down button, she waits on it to open.

No one was inside when the doors finally opened, which Grey appreciated. Elevator conversations were always awkward, and she had a distaste for them.

While waiting on the elevator to lower, she checks her phone for the umpteenth time, making sure Hazel hadn't called or texted to cancel. It wasn't the type of thing Hazel would do, but it's something Grey consistently worries about, no matter what.

After she puts away her phone, the doors open, prompting her to leave. She steps out, quickly walking through the lobby.

When Grey swings the front doors open, cold air hits her skin, causing her to shiver the slightest bit. It was cooler than she had anticipated. She considers running back inside to grab a coat, but decides against it. She figures she can just turn on the heat once she gets in the car.

Grey does as she had planned, getting in her car and turning up the heat. However, she didn't wait for the temperature to adjust before pulling out of the parking lot.

Her concern had only grown over the past few days regarding tonight. Hotch had said that it was probably going to be a method of revealing some sort of news to Grey. She knew it had to be something important, otherwise Hazel would've just told her over the phone.

Grey didn't have many guesses as to what it would be. She had gone through every possibility she could think of, from an early divorce to the two of them moving out of state. Nothing made sense.