"What have I done?" As they lay on the bed afterwards, Reid looked over at Christine, the fear in his voice permeating the motel room.

"Spencer? What do you mean?" Christine asked.

"I should not have done that!" Reid stated emphatically. "I took advantage of you and – "

"Spencer," Christine interrupted him. "I don't want to hear that! You did nothing wrong! If anything, I seduced you!"

"But, I should have known better. I'm an FBI agent. I have an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory. I am a man of science! I don't do things like this!" Reid declared frantically, as he fought to sit up.

"Spencer, calm down. You are a human being, just like the rest of us," Christine reminded him as she put her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him.

Reid's cell phone rang and he picked it up to glance at the screen. "It's JJ," he announced as he finally managed to reach a sitting position. "I have to take over with the kids."

He looked over at Christine. "You're not coming with me, are you?" he asked despairingly.

"Spencer, I can't, not now," she told him. "I'm finally beginning to get comfortable with myself and the person I've become. I can't burden anyone else with that."

"You know, I bought you a ring," he said a few minutes later as he sat on the edge of the bed tying his shoes. "Not an engagement ring, but what the jeweler called a Promise Ring. I wanted you to know that I was always thinking about you."

"Oh, Spencer!" Christine sounded like she was trying not to cry.

"JJ found it one day when she was going through my desk looking for something," he continued. "And, she thought I got it for her."

"Do I want to know what happened?" Christine questioned.

"Well, I got the 'Not today but maybe someday' talk. Then, she left on a date with some guy from Organized Crimes, and the kids and I didn't see her again until almost noon the next day," Reid sounded resigned.

"Spencer! I am so, so sorry!"

Early Sunday morning, as he was waiting for Jack to get ready for his soccer game, Hotch called Christine's motel. When he got the front desk, he was told that the party in Room 172 had checked out.

Later that Sunday morning, after he had finished feeding the twins and Henry breakfast, Reid also called Christine's motel. He, too, was informed that the party he wished to speak to had left.