She looked over at him and smirked.

"You're lost." She says as she sees him getting more agitated with every mile they pass. "Just admit it, Ressler."

He frowns and squints, thinking he sees something in the snowy distance. "I'm not lost, Keen. The crossroad should be coming up soon."

She can't contain her laughter as it escapes her mouth. "You do realize you've been saying that for almost 30 minutes, right?"

She picks up her phone from her lap and looks at the phone signal bars again in the top left corner.

No Service.

Ressler and Keen had been on their way back to their airport hotel from visiting a lead in Boise on their new case. After spending almost half of the day interrogating Mrs. Salvano on her former and current relationship with her mobster ex-husband, the woman had ended up not being able to tell them much. She claimed she had no idea where the "son of a bitch" was and if the agents did find him, to send him and his late alimony payments to her door.

Ressler sighed heavily.

"Ok. Maybe I am a little lost." He admitted to her, softly.

"HA!" She said loudly. "Was that so hard? We just wasted over half an hour going the wrong way because you couldn't admit a fault."

He looked over at her and furrowed his brow. Liz was right, but he'd never admit it. Ressler hated being wrong… especially when it came to directions. He knew it was one of his character flaws. He was working on it.

"Just for the record, I don't admit fault." He stared back at the road and saw a truck in his rear view mirror. "An accident took us off the highway and onto this god forsaken road to nowhere."

"Well, regardless of fault, I don't want to be stuck on this road out here when it turns dark. It's only 30 degrees outside and getting colder by the minute." She looked out the window, watching the white snow covered mountains in the distance as they continued on.

When she saw movement in her side view mirror of a black Ford F150 approaching them from behind, she turned to him.

"Why don't we try to flag down this truck to see if they can help us get to the airport? I swear to God, Ressler, if we miss our flight and have to stay the night here, I'm going to scream."

He smiled. "No love for Idaho, Keen? Got a hot date waiting for you back home?"

"Funny", she said as she pursed her lips and looked at him. "I wouldn't know what that was if it was staring me back in the face."

Ressler looked over at her and saw her eyes turn away and look down. He knew the sacrifices they both made for this job. It wasn't easy. And he hadn't meant to strike a nerve with his last comment.

"Don't feel bad, Liz. 99% of the guys out there aren't good enough for you anyway. You're not missing out on much."

He instantly bit his lip, knowing his comments hadn't helped the situation any. Even still, she looked over at him and smiled.

He realized he'd been staring back at her for a few seconds too long and averted his eyes back to the road and the car approaching them, which was now only about 500 feet away.

He saw her roll her window down, bracing the cold air that instantly filled up their rental SUV, and he pushed the button to roll his window down as well as he slowed down a bit as the truck got closer.

Liz put her hand out of the window to flag them down and instantly knew something was wrong.

The truck was not slowing down even though Liz and Ressler's SUV was right in front of them and the road was only one lane per direction.

"Ressler!", she shouted as she pulled her hand back inside.

"I know." He stated back as he pressed the acceleration on their vehicle.

He watched as the truck closed the distance between them, even with Ressler's best efforts, and hit their SUV from behind.

"Shit!", Ressler yelled as his body jerked forward. He grabbed the wheel harder as he tried to control the car from going into the icy ditch to the right of the road.

"Ressler, who are they? Get us out of here!" Liz yelled as she watched the truck prepare to hit them again. She tried to grab her gun from her side but couldn't reach it in time.

She felt her body jerk forward again and braced herself as Ressler tried to steer the SUV straight after being hit a second time.

"Liz, we can't out race them. Not in this shitty rental", he said as he looked over at her panic stricken face. "Are you fastened in?", he asked, even though he could see the seat belt restraint against her chest.

"Yeah", she said as her voice cracked.

They both watched as the truck maneuvered left and side swiped their car with blunt force, causing them to spin out. Ressler gripped the wheel, knowing not to turn against the spin. He looked over at Liz, who was holding his arm with one hand and the dashboard with the other, as he felt the car roll over and hit something hard.

It was the last thing he remembered before the blackness.