A/n Warnings remain the same for the last 3 chapters. As usual I don't own CM, only my own characters. There are spoilers for "Some one's watching," Thanks to everyone who has reviewd of sent a PM. Please continue to tell me what you think or give suggestions, you never know when I might use a suggestion.

When JJ surfaced from unconsciousness, she leapt from the chair, and started for the elevator, only to be stopped by the Director.

"JJ," he said his eyes full of compassion, and understanding. "I just got off the phone with Gideon, he's ok Jen. He was hit in the arm, but the bullet passed right through his shoulder. He's going to the hospital, but they will release him tomorrow."

She slumped back down in the chair, and began to cry stormily for a few minutes. Director Smith said nothing; he was experienced enough with crying females, to know that she would wind down on her own. He grabbed a chair from another desk, and sat down next to her.

Finally, she stopped crying, and looked up at him with red, but pretty blue eyes. He'd always thought she was too pretty to be an FBI agent. She'd made him take her seriously though, which is why he said, "JJ… the jet is waiting for you, go."

Her eyes widened, by the jet he meant his own personal transportation, provided by the Bureau, it was supposed to be used for "company business" only.

"But sir… I can't-"

"You can - and you will. Besides…I won't tell the President it you don't, just get Dr Reid and get back here quick." His eyes twinkled merrily, and she surprised him by getting out of her chair, and throwing her arms around him in a quick hug.

"Thank you sir," She ran for the elevator, leaving him to smile, and when she was gone he indulged in a hearty laugh of relief.

Spencer opened his eyes, and saw a head with long blond hair lying on the side of his bed. He'd insisted he was fine to everyone who would listen, and of course they didn't, they said he had to stay the rest of the night. He'd fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion and stress reaction.

The ordeal in the café had been awful. Thank God for Gideon, and for NYPD SWAT. Gideon had managed to get the man to air his grievances. Apparently the man had just lost his children in a custody battle, and his wife was alleging child abuse. He was incensed by the accusations. He tried to kidnap them, but his ex-wife had managed to call the cops before he shot her. Then he been running from the cops, when he just happened to enter the cab he and Gideon had been in.

The man had wanted his children, and safe passage out of the city. Gideon had tried for hours to talk the man down, but the man had threatened to kill Spencer, so SWAT took their shot just as the man pulled the trigger. He was killed, and the shot pulled wide, so that instead of killing Spencer, he was wounded.

All of that didn't matter though, his beloved Jen was there, and that was just what he needed, and wanted right at that moment.

"Hey… baby… I'm so glad you're here." He reached out to touch her hair, and his hand froze, this wasn't her hair. It was too coarse and - the head turned in his direction and he looked into the eyes of Lila Archer.

What the hell was she doing here? She was supposed to be in Hollywood. Damn it… he didn't want her here, he wanted his Jennifer.

"Ah - Lila… what are you doing here? How did you get past Gideon and the nurses?"

He didn't bother to disguise the contempt in his voice; after all it had been her that had broken off all contact with him. She had sent him e-mails for months after he'd saved her life. She'd wanted him to transfer to the LA field office so they could be together; she loved him and wanted him close to her. She refused to listen when he told her that profilers had to be based out of Quantico. Finally after realizing she couldn't convince him to give up his life for her, she stopped all contact.

Honestly, he'd been glad she'd stopped trying to pull him out to LA. He didn't want to be with someone so high maintenance, and needy as Lila Archer. She never listened to him, even when he'd tried to protect her that night in LA. She could have gotten both of them killed with the pool stunt she'd pulled. And he knew very well what Jen would do when she found out Lila was in his hospital room.

"Spencer, I was so worried about you, it was all over the news what happened to you so I just had to drop everything, and come down here." She took his hand in hers, and he extracted it as gently as he could, he didn't want her touching him, in fact he didn't want her in the room.

"But how-"

She interrupted, not hearing him-some things never changed, "I'm here in New York working on some locations shoots for a new movie. The thing at the café was all over the news, and when I saw Gideon on the news, I knew you were the federal agent being held hostage. I just knew you were in trouble even before you were shot… I felt it in my heart… baby."

Wait did she just call me baby? That's it; she has to leave… now!

"Lila would you please leave… I'm tired, and I don't want you in here."

"Listen Spence I'm sorry-"

"Don't call me that!" How dare she use Jen's name for him! He was going to kill whoever had let her in here.

"Just because you sweet talk the nurses into letting you in here, doesn't mean I want you here - now please… get out of my hospital room, and go back to your life. I never loved you Lila - you were just a passing crush… a pretty girl that told me she loved me… and then tried to remake my life to suit her purposes."

"Spencer, I really am sorry, when I knew you where hurt, I realized how much I still loved you and-"

"I don't want to hear it… Lila! I have someone else now… she loves me, and accepts me for who I am. Please leave… or I'll call for a nurse to get you thrown out." He was losing patience fast.

"Please Spencer… give me another chance. I know we can work it out. I'm sorry for what I did… I just missed you so much."

Oh damn it… she's crying.

"Lila I'm sorry but -"

Her lips came down on his. He started in surprise, and tried to push her away with his good arm. She tried to slip her tongue between his lips.

"Excuse me… but would you stop trying to shove your tongue down my boyfriend's throat… Lila!"

Lila pulled away from him in surprise, and he didn't know whether to be relieved, or terrified at the sight of his beloved Jen standing in the doorway.

He'd never seen Jen so angry. Fortunately Gideon stood right behind her, and for a moment Spencer could've sworn he saw laughter in the older agent's eyes. It was gone as quick as it came.

"Miss Archer, would you please come with me," Gideon said smiling kindly at her.

"I'll go when Spence says I go," Lila said rather sulkily.

"Lila please, go with Gideon." Spencer couldn't believe he was in this position. Why did God hate him?

"Ok darling I'll come back soon; she blew him a kiss, and then sashayed out of the room, ignoring JJ.

Spencer couldn't take his eyes off of Jen, and saw that she would've scratched Lila's eyes out if Gideon hadn't placed a hand on her arm. She looked back at him, and her expression clearly said. Ok, I'll let her live but only for you, Jason.

Gideon left with Lila, and to this day no one knows what he said to her, but she never bothered Spencer again. He didn't get off so easy with Jen.

She said nothing to him, just leaned over and kissed him. It was a hard and cold kiss, so unlike her that he quailed internally.

This was going to be bad

They arrived home at seven pm that same day. Jen was solicitous to his needs knowing, he was in pain. She was polite, and kind, helping him to undress, and get into bed. She refused to talk to him about what she had witnessed. He knew she was highly pissed, and he was in trouble when she finally did blow up.

As the days passed, they continued to walk on egg shells around each other. He tried everything he could to get her to talk, but she refused, and it was starting to anger him as well. After all he hadn't done anything wrong. How was he to know that Lila would show up, and how did Jen think he could've stopped her from doing what she'd done anyway, he only had one good arm?

Finally, he'd had enough; it was one thing for her to be jealous of a woman he didn't even like, but to stop talking to him, well that was going to stop. He decided, as he drove home from the doctor, that it was time for a showdown. The doctor had removed his stitches and given him a clean bill of health. There had been no tendon, or bone damage, just some muscle damage. He had exercises to do, and would regain full use of the arm in a few weeks. The pain was almost gone as well.

He pulled into the driveway, and got out of the SUV. Good, her vehicle was in the driveway, it was time to end this, once and for all.

He walked in the door and slammed it hard. He entered their office where she'd been hiding everyday for a week.

"Jen!"

She turned, but didn't smile. "How was your doctor visit, Spencer?"

That was another thing; she'd stopped calling him Spence. "It was fine, I've got a clean bill of health, that's what you've been waiting to hear isn't it?"

She turned her back on him dismissing him. "I'm glad to hear it."

"Do you want me to leave?"

He back stiffened, she turned slowly around to face him again. "I don't know what you mean."

"You don't, well I'll spell it out for you… do you want me to leave… move out, and leave you alone."

For the first time in over a week her eyes showed emotion towards him. "No… Spencer I don't want you to leave - why would you say such a thing?"

"I seem to bring out irrational jealousy in you, so maybe it's better if we end this right now before we both get hurt." He turned, went out the door, and down the hall to their bedroom. He was pulling his suitcase out of the closet when she came in.

She slammed the door and said, "Don't get petulant with me Spencer Reid - it wasn't me kissing my old boyfriend!" Her eyes were dark and angry.

He strode to her, and she backed up against the door. He put both hands on either side of her. "Jennifer Jareau… you are the woman I love… I thought you understood that, Lila took me by surprise. I had a god-damn gunshot wound in my shoulder - what the hell did you expect me to do? Anyway, it's absurd to be jealous of her."

He backed away again, moved to the dresser, and began to remove clothing from it. He said, "You're jealous because she noticed me first."

"I am not jealous of her Spencer, she only wanted you so she could parade you around in front of her Hollywood friends like a dog on a leash - hey everybody it's the brave handsome FBI agent that saved my conceited butt."

"You don't think I know that, Jen. I maybe naïve, and shy when it comes to women, but I'm smart enough to know when I am being used, I didn't want that… I want you… someone who will treat me as an equal not as a prize to be won." He was shouting now, and it startled her, he never raised his voice to her, but more than that, she saw the naked hurt in his eyes.

"Spencer I'm-"

"Stop it," he said angrily, and once again advanced on her, pushing her back to the closet this time. "Stop calling me Spencer… I'm Spence… remember?"

He turned back to the suitcase, filled it, ignoring her pleas for him to talk to her. He left the house, and got into his SUV. She watched him go from the window, tears falling down her face.

Well you messed that up real good, what are you going to do now!

She would wait, he would come back. She sat down on the couch, and began to wait. But he didn't come back.

Spencer drove into town, and found the nearest motel off of I95. He rented a room. Unfortunately, it was the middle of the afternoon, and he didn't want to sleep, he couldn't have if he tried, and he did try. So he sat in a chair in the corner of the room, and stared at the ugly pattern of flowers on the bed spread.

What had he done? He'd totally over reacted to something as stupid as a name. But it wasn't stupid, not to him, no one, not even Jen, knew how much the shortening of his name meant to him. It meant that he was special, that all the terrible things that had happened to him as a child, and even now as an adult, didn't matter.

He got up, and began to pace around the room. The minutes ticked by slowly. He thought he would go mad waiting for the darkness to come, so he could try to sleep. He ordered food from a local restaurant, and then sat picking at it after it came. The food got cold, and it was soon dark outside

Frustrated by his inability to do anything but brood over Jen, he grabbed his keys from the table, and went out the door. He got into the SUV, and began to drive not knowing where he was going, just following I95. He wasn't surprised to find himself at Quantico. It was after nine o'clock when he parked in the garage. He sat in the SUV trying to talk himself out of going to his desk, and burying himself in the paperwork that had surely stacked up in the last week.

He waged an internal battle trying to tell himself that he needed to go home, and work it out with Jen. He'd been wrong to storm out of there like he had. He wondered if she would forgive him if he went back tonight.

A tap came at his window, startling him. It was Jen, her face unreadable to him through the tinted windows. He rolled down the window.

"Hi," he said uncomfortably. He hadn't been this uncomfortable around her since the night he told her he loved her for the first time.

"Hi yourself, I knew you'd come here eventually."

"Jen please… get in the car, I want to talk to you."

She did as he asked; his hands began to tremble as he tried to decide what to say to her. She beat him to it.

"Spence… I am so sorry for everything I've done in the last week, I was acting like a jealous bitch and I was wrong. I know you love me and not Lila. I'm sorry I doubted that - will you forgive me and come home… please!"

"You don't have to apologize, I'm the one who should be sorry, I over reacted and lost my temper. I shouldn't have left like I did."

"No… it was my fault, I was sulking like a small child, even though I knew that Lila meant nothing to you, it was a shock to see her kissing you. I know how much you liked her at one time -" she held up a hand to stop the protests he was beginning to make. "Let me finish Spence. I doubted in you, and I was angry with my self for betraying you in my thoughts. I forgot for a moment that you would never hurt me like that on purpose. I know if you every got tired of me, or stopped loving me you would be up front about it and tell me honestly."

His heart squeezed at the sight of the tears falling down her face. Is this what she thought, that he'd stopped loving her?

"Jen… I'm so sorry you had to see what Lila did, but I still love you, only you.

He leaned over the parking brake, and kissed her softly. She put an arm around his neck and pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, and she moaned into his mouth. She pulled away and said, "We need to take this elsewhere."

He grinned and said, "Naw, give me a minute." He got out of the SUV before she could protest. He opened the driver side sliding door and quickly folded down the back seat into their storage compartments in the floor of the vehicle. He gestured and said, "Care to join me back here?" He climbed in, and shut the door.

"No way Spence, it looks way to uncomfortable, and besides there are camera's in the garage."

"Tinted windows, remember, and it isn't that uncomfortable." He was removing his shoes and socks.

He looked up to see she hadn't moved. "Come on Jen, I promise you won't be sorry!" He lifted one eyebrow.

I hate it when he looks at me that way, like a mischievous little boy, God what a turn on!

She climbed into the back because, who could resist him?

He was right, she wasn't disappointed. He rarely was the aggressor in their sex life. It was more likely for her to play the role of seductress, and lead him to bed. The best part about sex with him was that he did it the same way he did everything, very well and very thoroughly. He was single-minded and passionate. She was never left wanting, and this time was no exception.

"Did we just make up?" She asked him when she could speak again.

"I hope so, because I want to cross this off my list."

She began to laugh, and it was music to his ears to hear it again.

"So, you have a list now?"

"Yeah, you're not the only one who can come up with a "sexual to do list," hot make up sex was number ten, and sex in the backseat of a car was number seven."

"Spencer Reid, you mean to say you deliberately picked a fight with me just to have sex? If I wasn't so completely exhausted, and satisfied I'd kick your ass."

"No, that wasn't the reason for the fight, although it was a handy side benny," he began to laugh.

She slapped his chest, and laughed when he said, "Ouch, Jen, I'm still recuperating."

"No, you're not, you had way too much energy two minutes ago, to use that excuse on me."

"It can't hurt to try."

"Oh yes it can!" She laughed as they tried to separate all of their clothes, and get dressed.

They drove their separate vehicle's home, with Spencer stopping of at the motel he checked into to grab his suitcase, and check out again.

He found JJ making sandwiches for them when he entered the house. As they ate the discussed the Lila situation with clear heads, and promised each other that if one of them was feeling jealous or insecure, they would talk about it, and not let things get so out of control.

Eventually they did go to bed to sleep. It was Spencer's first day back in the morning, he'd been dreading it, but now that things were back to normal he was excited to get back. He thought, as he fell into dreams, that soon he would take Jen on a long weekend, and recharge their relationship.

JJ watched him sleep for a long time, and berated herself for almost pushing him away permanently. She would never let it happen again, she would stop taking him for granted, and maybe soon they would go away together. She smiled at the thought, and let sleep take her down to the land of dreams where the Sand Man dwelt.