I shouldn't be doing this, Allie thought to herself as the words started pouring out. This is only going to ruin me and hurt him. But as many have experienced, Allie's thoughts were not directly connected to the words she was saying. Everything she had been bearing on her chest the past few days spilled out without a filter.

"The night I came home from being taken and tied up and all that," she began to explain, "something weird happened. I mean, I guess it was weird. It seemed weird. But anyways, I had Hotch's jacket. And it was all bloody and stuff and so I cleaned it off. And I was so riled up and the adrenaline was pumping so high I just had the feeling that I had to do something, you know?"

"…Ok," Reid interjected, not understanding where this was leading.

"Anyway," she went on, "I brought it back to him. To Hotch. And well, he invited me in, just to see how I was doing, and I don't know how this happened, Reid, but I spent the night there."

"You spent the night there," Reid repeated.

"Yeah. I mean I woke up the next morning, and there I was, at Hotch's apartment." Allie said.

"So," Reid said, now standing up as well and beginning to pace on the other side of the bed. "You slept with him?" He turned and looked at Allie accusingly.

"No!" Allie cried. "Well, technically, yes. I mean, I slept with him, but I didn't sleep with him."

"I may be a genius but you're going to have to spell that one out for me," Reid responded bitterly.

"We were just sitting on the couch," Allie attempted to explain, terrified. "We were there, I feel asleep, and when I woke up I was in his bed, and he was gone. But nothing happened, nothing at all like you might be thinking."

"Nothing," Reid repeated. "Nothing at all. You just slept on our boss's couch and then next to him in his bed."

It sounded so much worse when Reid repeated it like that.

"You didn't have any other kind of… interaction?" He asked, praying that she would say they hadn't.

"No," Allie said. Reid breathed a slight sigh of relief until Allie added an "Except..."

"Except?" He asked fearfully.

"Well," she said, "I guess he kissed me."

"He kissed you?" Reid asked, now clearly getting heated.

"We kissed each other," Allie said in a small voice. With that statement Reid immediately left the room. Allie ran out after him. "Please, Reid, try to understand. I don't know why it happened. I know how horrible and inappropriate it was. I was just, in a really dark place and really vulnerable and needed someone."

"Yeah," Reid said, picking up his belongings, and his voice now extremely quiet. "You needed someone, and you called Hotch. Never mind the fact that I was worried sick over you. That night, I would have done anything for you to make you feel better. But, it happened. I need to go."

Allie continued to follow him, all the way to the door. "Please, Spencer," she begged him. "Don't go. I have so much more to say."

"I can't hear any more of it," he responded, not making eye contact. "Don't worry," he continued. "I won't say anything about this to anyone. So don't worry about your job. And… I hope you're happy." That very last statement almost sounded sincere, but it also sounded extremely sad.

And then the door was shut in Allie's face.

Paralyzed by sadness, Allie grabbed her cell phone and returned to her room. She thought for a long time about pathetically calling Spencer and begging for him to come back and forgive her. Then she thought about one of her old high-school friends she still talked to that always used to talk her down out of a crisis. But when she opened the phone there was one text message there, from Hotcher. 'Making pasta tonight,' it read. 'I'm thinking of you – Aaron.' With that Allie chucked her phone across the room, heard it smash into the wall, and didn't move out of her bed for the rest of the night.