Spoilers: The term spoilers only apply to revelations about unaired episodes. All aired episodes become part of the canon, and thus I allude to them without warning. This piece begins at the end of the final episode of the sixth—and unfortunately final—season.

Liaison de Congrès

Scene Six—Bag and Baggage

Sighing deeply, Amy shut the door behind her and slipped off her shoes. She threw her suit coat on the bed before padding into the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. After splashing her face with water and shaking down her hair, Amy bent to remove her nylons. At that moment a knock came at the door.

"Hunh?" Awkwardly, Amy looked up from her bent position. She heard the knock again. "Damn." She straightened up, kicked off the second leg of her pantyhose, and headed for the door.

"Bruce," she said in surprise, having just left him at his own room down the hall.

"Hi." He took in her disheveled appearance and grinned. "Sorry to interrupt. Do you have Marty's room number? My bag isn't in my room."

Amy pulled her blouse closed as she answered. "He's just two doors down the hall. Now what are you looking at?" Without her pumps, Amy was a good head shorter than Bruce, and he could easily see over her to the room beyond.

"There it is," Bruce said, pointing to the desk behind her.

Amy whipped around, tilting off balance before grabbing his wrist to right herself. "Humn, so it is." She fetched the bag and handed it to him. "I guess the bellhop must have made a mistake."

"That's one possibility."

"What do you mean?"

"Marty may have said to put it in here."

"Why would he do that?" Amy asked, confused.

"Why, indeed." Bruce raised his eyebrows at her. "It's not like it'd be the first time someone's made that assumption about our relationship."

"Oh!"

"Thanks for…" Bruce indicated the bag and then casually bent down and lightly bussed her cheek. Then he and his bag were gone.

Beaming, Amy shut the door and danced a little jig on her way back to the bathroom.

To be continued…

Acknowledgements: Thanks as usual to Soylent Gringa, who reads everything I write and lots of stuff I don't. Special thanks to my husband, who watches Judging Amy with me every Tuesday; his ear has helped me improve the dialogue and excise the clichés. His patience is especially commendable as he thinks fanfic is rather silly.

Disclaimer: Judging Amy and it characters are the property of Barbara Hall/Joseph Stern Productions, in association with CBS Productions and Twentieth Century Fox Television. I wrote this story to explore a few possibilities and intend no copywrite infringement.