I've got to apologize to you, guys! I'm really sorry! I haven't really got the time to write because of school work and I'm really, really sorry for making you wait. I'm super sorry!

This one is pretty short because I tried to make use of my short free time. Not much going on but the next one's going to be longer...And I hope it won't take much time.

Side by side, Amy and Ian entered the Madrigal base. A few nods passed as greetings. They passed through a series of verification. IDs, fingerprints, face recognition.

Finally after what seemed like almost an hour, they managed to pass through all the verifications. Without wasting another second, they walked towards her office. Well, it was Fiske's office for the meantime because she was still studying and all.

Not a word was spoken to each other but their silence wasn't an uncomfortable one. It couldn't be because Amy was trying to focus herself on returning to the office and report to Fiske.

She needed to force herself or she knew she would lose it. She hated that feeling. That awkward feeling with tension thick in the air. It felt very bad. It makes her feel like she wants to die instead. Sometimes when she looks back at those situations, she just wonders how she coped with it. Those amber eyes staring into her, attempting to devour her, to pull her out of her comfort zone. And that was only his eyes. What about the others that makes him...special...and different?

It was a good thing the base was still full of people. No room for those awkward situations that made butterflies ramble inside her stomach. They walked along the hallway where people where going back and forth. They passed along a few labs. A few nods here and there. It was clearly a very busy night for everyone but she felt his eyes glued on her.

She felt it. The prickle on the back of her neck. She felt it again. She forced herself not to look back. She was still in a vulnerable state. Her eyes were still swollen as if she cried just seconds ago. She groaned. She shouldn't have cried. Now all she want is to sleep. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remove the irritating feeling.

At last, she saw the elevator at the end of the corridor. She sighed in relief. They stood while waiting for the elevator to arrive.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened. A few people who were inside got off and walked past them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him gesture for her to go in first. She just stepped in without looking completely at him. A pad was on the wall instead of buttons. She placed her thumb on the pad and it scanned her fingerprint. A green light blinked at the side, signaling the fingerprint was approved.

As the elevator doors were closing, she realized she made the wrong choice. She should have taken the stairs. Too late. The butterflies in her stomach were awoke and were fluttering inside.

She tried not to make any contact with him. Not even the slightest touch. She impatiently tapped her fingers as she watched the numbers on the screen ascend slowly. She made a mental note to tell Fiske to make these things faster because the feeling is killing her. She kept on shifting her weight uncomfortably. Her hands were sweaty and her heart hammered in her chest. She forced herself to focus on her rhythm as she tapped on her thighs. 1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

"You're mad at me."

Her concentration shattered. For the first time after finding him she looked at him. He was leaning on the wall. His eyes on the screen where the numbers were moving slowly.

"What?" she asked.

"You're mad." he simply said without looking at her.

"No, I'm not." she replied.

"Yes, you are." he countered.

"No, I'm not!"

"Okay." he said ending the conversation.

She was surprised at how fast he ended their conversation. Most times, he would elaborate more and argue more with her. But not this time. Why? Suddenly, she heard the sound of a phone ringing. After a few seconds, she realized it was hers. She reached for her pocket then she frowned. That's weird. It's not in my pocket. Maybe it's in my bag... Riiight. I didn't bring any bag. But where is it? I was just using that moments ago.

She continued to pat the pockets of her pants. Side pocket? No. Back pockets? No. Jacket pockets? No. Jacket pockets? That sounded wrong...Gosh! Amy! Focus! You need to find your phone! Think, Amy! Think! Where did you put your phone?

She heard a chuckle. She frowned. Then came a giggle until it came off as laughter. There was no one else in the elevator. Only the two of them. Obviously, it's not her then it's him. She glared at him. Of course! How stupid can she get!

He was laughing with Amy's phone in his hand. She glared daggers at him but he doesn't care. She was just...adorable! Watching her panic and all, he can't help but laugh. He tried to stop but he can't. His stomach hurt so much.

She just stood there with her arms across her chest. She waited until he seemed to calm down.

"Are you done?" she asked him, raising her left brow.

He looked at her with tear-filled eyes. "I-I think so..." Then after a few seconds he spoke again. "On the second thought..." Suddenly, he burst in laughter again.

She frowned. "Hey!"

But he continued to laugh. She heard her phone ring again. She punched him lightly on the arm. "Stop it! Give me my phone back!"

He quickly extended his arm over his head. "No!" he said. Obviously, amused by her response.

"I said. Give. It. Back!" she exclaimed as she tried to reach for her phone.

It was unfair he was taller a few inches and his arms were longer. She sluggishly tried to extend her arms. After a few failed attempts, she was exhausted but she needed to get her phone back.

Fine! If he wants war, then he gets war. She pushed him on the wall. "Give me! Give me!" she said like a kid. She tiptoed and pushed him further using him as a support, giving her an extra boost. She extended her hands. A little more...A little more!

"Ahem!"

They both turned their heads towards the sound.

Fiske was standing on the opposite side. His face reads something Amy hasn't seen before but he was certainly not amused.

That was when Amy realized their position. Her face grew hot. She saw Ian's face and she knew he also realized it. They quickly scrambled away from each other. Amy couldn't muster the courage to look at any of them. She quickly snatched her phone away when he gave it back to her. She swore her face was as red as a tomato.

That was so embarrassing! She didn't see that coming. She prepared herself just in case a lecture was coming. Fiske led them to the office. Amy saw Dan and Nellie sitting on the couch, enjoying a bag of Cheetos. They waved at her and Ian.

She waved back and was about to speak when Fiske spoke.

"Since we're complete already, we might as well start the meeting."

Amy frowned. "What meeting?" She thought only wanted to talk to Ian.

"This." said Fiske. Then he picked up a remote on the desk. He pressed a button and four screens blinked to life on the wall.

Amy was surprised that they had this kind of technology in her office. Much more when she saw the faces on the screen.

Hamilton grinned. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Look who's back!"

"Welcome back, cousin! Good to see you!" Jonah smiled.

Sinead gasped. "You're back!"

Jake and Atticus simply welcomed him.

Amy frowned at the latter but she quickly shook it off. It was good to finally have everyone back. After all these years, they finally managed to get back together. A few people were already gone but what matters is that they are all there for each other.

She looked at Ian. He was smiling like she's never seen before.

I'm really sorry. I just feel bad that I made you wait that long. I'm sorry. :(