Front Lines| Spencer Reid + Anne Grey

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Friday, October the 13th was considered an unlucky day, maybe. Spencer Reid and Anne Grey weren't feeling that way, though. It was any other day for the most part, but what it signified for them was exciting.

"When's the parents getting back?" Anne's voice calls, sounding as though it was coming from her closet. She was finishing up now, but she had spent a solid hour getting ready, occasionally distracted by something for a short period of time.

Spencer was sat in the living room, watching a small infant as it slept.

He and Grey had taken it upon themselves to babysit Jack for a few hours while Hotch and his wife went out for lunch and ran some errands. They had been meaning to offer, and today had worked out to be a good day to do such. "I'd say any minute now. Circa fifteen for everyone else."

'Everyone else' was in reference to the rest of the team.

Long story short, Garcia and Morgan had weaseled their way into the couple having a small ceremony, emphasis on small.

As it turned out, it was a very simple process for Penelope to become an ordained minister. Which she had done right after hearing about their plans, and brought up in an attempt to convince them to do something other than a courthouse wedding.

With Derek's help, which was also known as constant bugging, it worked. Reid had gotten on board faster than Grey, but they had both eventually agreed to a small team dinner party in lieu of a wedding.

It was still small and casual enough for the couple to appreciate, and their coworkers would get the satisfaction of seeing the wedding.

Grey calls from the closet again."Is Jack still asleep?" she asks.

"He won't be if we keep yelling," Spencer replies, stifling a laugh.

The child was resting in the middle of a blockade of pillows that they had put together for him, silent as could be. He hadn't quite reached the part of his life where he could start processing when he missed his parents yet, and that was a relief to Grey and Reid.

On that note, Anne approaches the doorway from their bedroom to the living room, offering a jokingly stated, "Sorry."

She was off of her crutch now, since she was able to walk short distances without any support. Her facial sutures had turned into a raised red line that ran across her face, although she tried to cover it with concealer. Her ribs had made the most progress by far, though, as they were down to the occasional dull ache, only if she strained herself.

Overall, although she was still leaning against the doorframe for support, Grey was healing.

Spencer cuts his gaze to her, smiling.

"So, this is always how you imagined your wife looking at your wedding, right?" she asks, making grand hand motions toward her attire.

She wore black dress pants and a red button-up. The first couple buttons were undone, and the collar was popped. One would've guessed that she was on her way to work, rather than a wedding.

That was due to her vehement denial to wearing white. That had been caused more by her distaste for following tradition than the color's association, though both had been considered.

Reid, however, had taken the liberty of wearing white. He and Anne were in what was practically the same outfit, except for the fact that Spencer's button-up was a bright cream shade.

"You look amazing," he ensures, grinning from ear to ear.

Grey makes her way to the couch and sits down beside him. "Right back at you," she returns, giving the man a quick peck on the lips, before glancing at Jack. He had somehow managed to wake up as soon as she had stopped yelling, which was baffling.