Amon's eyes slowly opened as the rising sun flooded into Robin's room. Momentarily disoriented, Amon tried to grasp where he was and why. Then the sound of someone's gentle breathing brought his awareness to the sleeping figure next to him. Amon let a small smile touch his lips as he gently stroked her hair, pushing stray strands from her face. Robin made a contented sound and shifted slightly, so that her head rested lightly on his chest. Glancing at Robin before laying on his back and staring thoughtfully at the ceiling, Amon's mind shifted to memories of the night before. The very idea that he almost walked away from this, from her, astounded him now.
Amon stood quickly, trying to avoid looking at Robin, her eyes brimming with pain and confusion. If he didn't leave now, he didn't think he'd ever be able to. If he gave in now he could never go back. He told himself this over and over as he slowly began to head for the door. Slowly because even while his mind was urging him to walk out that door and out of her life as quickly as possible, his heart wasn't letting him forget how much he cared for her, how much he wanted her. He came to a dead halt as he heard one faint sob escape Robin's lips.
Then it hit him. What the hell am I doing? Amon asked himself. From the minute he had laid eyes on her that fateful day at Harry's, he couldn't get her out of his head, or rather, out of his heart. All his life he had tried to push others away, but he couldn't do that to Robin. The truth was he needed her as much as she needed him. He had already walked away from her once; he just couldn't bring himself to do it again.
Then, without any further thought, he spun around and strode over to Robin, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her with all the love and passion he felt.
Amon was brought out of his reverie by the ringing coming somewhere from Robin's dresser.
Lifting her head slowly and reluctantly off of Amon's chest, Robin stretched her hand out to her dresser. She incoherently felt around for her communicator for a few seconds before finding and answering it.
"Hello?" she said groggily. Sorry to bother you so early Robin, but it might be urgent.
Robin was wide awake when she heard Michael's anxious voice. Then something strange hit her. "What do you mean 'might be urgent,'" she asked confusedly. Well, late last night, we got the whereabouts of the witch. So we tried to call Amon and he never answered. After a few more tries and still nothing, Sakaki and Miss Karasuma went by themselves. The hunt went fine, but I tried to reach Amon all night and there was no answer. None of us have any idea what could have happened to him; I mean, it's not like Amon to just blow off a hunt. So I was wondering if you had seen him or heard from him.
Robin had frozen on the spot and a flush was creeping over her face. Her head was spinning and she turned wide-eyed to look at Amon, silently pleading with him for a solution.
"Just tell him you haven't seen me," Amon said quietly. Robin nodded, agreeing that that was probably the only thing she could say without drawing unwanted attention to the situation. She knew perfectly well that STN-J employees were not supposed to socialize with each other outside of work, and Robin was positive that last night was breaking a lot of rules.
What was that noise Robin? Robin's thoughts were cut off and she panicked. It sounded like someone was talking. "Nothing, Michael," she said a little more than breathlessly. "It was nothing. And I haven't heard anything from Amon," she rushed on. "I should go." She hung up on him quickly, cutting off whatever he had been about to say.
Michael just sat staring blankly at his computer screen. He hadn't meant to upset Robin like that. I knew we shouldn't have called her about that. He told himself, glancing over at the others.
"So has she heard from him?" demanded Dojima expectantly. It had been her idea to ask Robin about Amon in the first place.
"She hasn't heard anything from him," Michael said simply. Then he continued worriedly, "I think I really freaked her out. Now she's probably worrying herself sick over where he could be. She sounded really—" He couldn't think of the right word. But something in the back of his mind told him that worries over Amon weren't the cause of her distress. Then he remembered the sounds he had heard in the background. He could have sworn that was Amon. But that would mean—No, that's impossible. Michael thought reasonably, laughing at himself for thinking something so foolish.