[She wants to send him another email right then, but she can't shake the weird feeling and so instead just packs up. It gets put off, more than once, until it's no longer put off and instead just not done. No internet access, too many restrictions, too many eyes, questions, things to do, too much work. She gets swept away back into her world of Assassins, artifacts and trouble for months.
And now looking back on it, she is glad she never contacted him again. Even if it wasn't easy, she didn't like the thought of somehow implicating him-- bringing attention to random FBI agent in the States. She could actually smack herself, in retrospect, for calling him once. At least before things eased up in vague ways because her canon is on going and I have no idea what's going to happen but for the sake of this meme we're saying, wow, it eased up! She's got time on her hands.
It's the third day her car's been parked out front of his place, a beat up red sports car low to the ground with some fantastic choices in bumper stickers. Some might consider this scoping the place out, true true, but she was... nervous. Now that she was in DC, plausibly about to meet up (unexpectedly, since she never sent those follow up emails) with Reid, she was just... hesitant. But today's the day.
She'll just be waiting for him on his door step, hoodie up and sunglasses on, tapping a few pieces of his mail against her knee. Nothing suspicious here. Just be happy she didn't let herself into your place. Which, by the way, if you don't show up soon she's totally going to do. Because she's hot.