"This will definitely last a week, whether I like it or not. And there was a promise of more to come." He didn't sound enthused about that, but he understood that she did it out of love, and he wasn't ungrateful, no matter how much he grumbled. "She made it a point to tell me she was withholding cookies because she's still upset with me." For not telling anyone.

He slid the casserole into the oven; carefully, because he didn't need to add insult to injury by tearing his stitches. And then he sat down on the couch, moving slower than he would've liked, because of his leg. He needed to say something, though, before much time had passed. And for some reason, it was easier to say it when there was physical distance between them.

"Reid," he started, quietly, "what you did...it was damn crazy and dangerous sticking around with that madman. But you didn't leave. So I'm grateful and pissed at the same time."