They left LA early in the morning, and arrived home late in the afternoon. Amy was going to stop home, drop off her things, make up with Rosa, and head over to Reid's apartment. To her surprise, he went with her, following in his car as she drove to her house. She couldn't quite understand why he was going to stop by her house if they'd just wind up at his apartment in the end, but she didn't think on it too hard.

She wondered if she was still in trouble for her stupidity back in LA. She knew she was still in trouble with Hotch, but she couldn't tell if Reid was still angry at her. She hoped he wasn't, but knew that if he was he'd forgive her soon. And she needed him to forgive her, because she needed him to tell her that everything was okay. Killling Law had shaken her.

She entered her house, pulling her bag behind her. She couldn't help but notice how she and Reid had barely spoken since she had fallen asleep. That wasn't a good sign. He was probably still angry at her.

"Rosa, are you here? It's Amy, I'm home from the case," she called, her loud voice only making the silence all the more deafening. Entering the kitchen, she found a note on the table. She read it silently, noticing the short, direct phrasing. Rosa was definitely still mad, but Amy would have to deal with that later.

Amy-

Chris got here while you were away. I'm with him at the hotel now. Call me when you get back. Talk to you then.

-Rosa, the note said.

"Huh. Her fiance showed up, and now she's staying with him in a hotel now. She told me to call when I get back," Amy explained to Reid, who was standing behind her.

"You can call her later," Reid said, his tone making it clear that they were going to have a serious talk.

"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" Amy asked nervously.

"Damn right you are. What were you thinking?" he said, trying to keep anger out of his voice. He wasn't doing a very good job.

"I... I'm sorry, Spence. I just woke up from a dream and noticed some wierd things about my conversation with Law. I thought I was being dumb, but I had to be sure. If I thought my crazy suspicions were right I would have never gone alone. And then when I saw Stephanie Simon through the window my only thoughts were that I had to help her, even though I should have called for backup, and then Law was there and she had a gun and we fought and then I got my own gun and she was going to pull the trigger but I beat her to it. I didn't want to kill her, but I did," Amy replied quickly, her voice getting shakey at the end.

"Did it ever occur to you that the safest thing for both you and Stephanie Simon was for you to wait and call me? Or even somebody else on the team, anything but for you to go in there completely alone, without anybody knowing where you were?" he asked, still angry but softening.

"I knew that, but she looked almost dead and I had to know, I wasn't thinking. I was remembering what happened to me and I..." Her voice faltered and she couldn't continue.

The next thing she knew she was wrapped in a tight hug, fighting back tears. Don't let anybody see you cry. Just don't do it! she told herself. Nobody had seen her cry in years. She wasn't going to change that now. She forced herself back under control.

"I'm not angry at you, Amy. I'm not really even angry. But I had no idea it was even possible to be so worried about somebody, and that was when I knew the person who was the danger was already dead. I wouldn't be able to take it if something happened to you. Please, swear to me you'll never put yourself in danger again," he whispered.

"You know I can't promise that, Spencer. We're FBI agents, our jobs are dangerous by nature. So I will always be in some degree of danger, and you will too. You know that. But I will swear to never put myself in any more danger than the job requires," she replied.

"Good enough. For now," he said.

"So am I forgiven?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. I'll let you know when I'm fully recovered from the heart attack you nearly gave me," he answered, but his tone made it clear she was beyond forgiven. With a small smile, she kissed him, lightly at first, then growing more passionate as he returned the kiss.

"You know, I did promise we'd pick up where we left off at the hotel," she whispered, out of breath and breaking the kiss only for a few seconds.

"You did, didn't you?" He said, also refusing to stop the kiss for more than a few seconds. Without breaking the kiss, Amy guided them down the hall, towards her bedroom. As she pulled the door closed behind them, they both knew it would be a while before they would emerge.

A/N: OH YEAH! Some fun for these two. Now what in the world could they be doing behind that closed door? Hahahahahahaha, I loved this chapter. It was so much fun. So what if it's short, I love the way it ended! *Wink wink* Oh, the tragedy, my friend just banned me from watching any more Criminal Minds!! He says that I should focus my mind on better things, like figuring out what is the square root of purple. He told me that only my brilliant mind can figure it out, yet I'm spending my time watching Criminal Minds. So then I told him that the square root of purple was big toe and he gave me permission to watch it again. Haha, I have very strange friends.