After checking on Christine and Rossi's injuries, Hotch headed to his office to deal with JJ. As he was leaving the conference room, he passed Garcia bringing several ice packs into the room.

"Garcia?" he stopped her.

"Don't worry, Sir," she replied quickly. "Morgan and I will take care of her."

"Thanks, Penelope," he replied, looking back into the room where Reid had moved over and was now sitting next to Christine holding her hand. "I don't know what I would do if something happened to her." And then, he was gone, striding down the hall.

"Here we go," Morgan announced as Garcia brought the ice packs over. "Let's get the two of you iced." He took one pack and expertly placed it on the side of Christine's head, while Rossi reached out and took another from Garcia.

"Thanks, Kitten," he told her. "It has been a while, but I think I remember how this works." Gingerly he held it up next to his eye. "Ouch!"

"How are you doing?" Morgan questioned Christine.

"Better," she replied. "I think the damage was more to my ego than to my head."

"Okay. Now, Reid?" Morgan looked over at him. "Would you like to take a minute and tell me how this happened? Didn't I always tell you 'No glove, No love'? I can understand last time, that was a fluke, but this?"

"Morgan," Christine interrupted him. "I would like to point out that last time we did exactly what we were supposed to do, and the results were the same – Twins."

"Yeah, but what about Hotch?" Garcia piped up. "You'd think he'd – " She faded off, embarrassed.

Reid had been watching Morgan's ministrations of Christine carefully. "You do know that what we primarily need to watch for are signs of concussion," he told him. "That includes vomiting, dizziness, and dilated pupils."

"We know, Reid," Morgan assured him. "But, as I was saying – "

"If you guys don't mind, I need to speak with Christine – Privately," Reid interrupted.

"That's okay," Rossi stood up. "I could use a change of scenery."

"Let's go down to the bullpen and discuss where we want to go for lunch," Garcia suggested. "We should go someplace special to celebrate the fact that Christine is back."

"Lunch? Baby Girl, it's still the middle of the morning," Morgan protested.

"Well, you know me, always hungry," Garcia told him cheerfully as she led the way out of the conference room.

"Actually, you just want a good view of Hotch's office," Rossi's voice floated back into the conference room. "Admit it - What you really want is to know what is going on in there."

Once everyone had left, Reid looked at Christine and took a deep breath. "I read your letter," he began.

"About three years too late!" she replied tartly.

"Then, I called Miss Lilly and talked with her. After that, I called Eleanor DuValle and talked with her," he continued doggedly.

"Two wise ladies," Christine commented.

"They both told me the same thing," Reid reported. "They both said I need to talk to you and apologize and see if we can work things out. So, I am apologizing."

"Saying 'I forgive you' is the easy part – That's just words," Christine told him. "It's what comes after that – The trust issue. Spencer, we both made mistakes, me much more than you. However, I trusted you to read that letter, to make a decision based on it, and to do what was right for you and the children. If you had decided that you didn't want to deal with me and my problems, I could have accepted that. It's the fact that you totally ignored me that I have a problem with."

"You know how I am about letters," Reid explained softly.

"I do now," Christine observed. "However, I would like to point out that I can think of a million things that I might have been telling you in that letter, and you ignored them all. What if I had left you directions to some money I had stashed away and wanted the twins to have?"

"But, you didn't!"

"But, what if I had! You had no way of knowing. You always overthink things and the one time I needed you to overthink something, you didn't! I can forgive you, and I do. But the trust is something that is going to take time, and you are going to have to earn mine, the same way I am going to have to earn yours."

"There is a chance?"

"There always is a chance if we are both willing to work at it!"