**This story is the sequel to The Enemy of my Enemy**

"Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.

Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us." Maya Angelou

"Hey you guys, get in here!" Garcia called out.

Morgan, Prentiss and JJ rushed into the conference room and hovered over the speakerphone all anxious with excitement as it rang.

"Hello?" A voice over the phone answered.

"Spencer?" JJ asked.

"Hey! I'm so happy you were able to get through!" Reid exclaimed. "The phones have been cutting in and out so much lately."

"We wouldn't miss it, buddy!" Morgan smirked. "Are you enjoying all the beach honeys?"

"Come on, I don't have time for that, I've been working really hard to get this resort up and running. I actually can't wait for you all to come out and see it in a few days!"

"You're telling us!" Prentiss started, "I'm dying for a real vacation."

"Don't forget about the big gala that's going on. It's black tie." Reid reminded.

"We haven't forgotten, and all looking forward to it!" JJ announced.

"What was that?" Reid asked as the call became riddled with static.

"We haven't forgotten," JJ repeated herself.

"I'm sorry, you're breaking up, I am sure I am going to get cut off soon." Reid spoke louder.

"Okay, you should go. Be safe!" Garcia wished.

"I have to get back to work, see you guys soon!" Reid ended the call.

"That boy needs a vacation from his vacation!" Morgan shook his head.

Reid hung up the line then walked out from the backroom of the bar and stepped into the noisy tavern filled with merry patrons on vacation. He rang the bell that was mounted on the wall. "Come get your free shots!" He announced as he grabbed a full bottle of vodka from behind the bar then stood up on a crate. Girls flocked to Reid with giddy anticipation as one by one he poured the alcohol into their waiting mouths.

Alex stood next to the other bartender as she watched her friend surrounded by a swarm of estrogen. "I have no idea how he is going to go back to the real world after this, Beni."

"Island life does suit him." Beni replied.

"Yes, it does." Alex beamed as Reid smirked to her from across the room.

A few days had passed and it was business as usual. Beni was pouring drinks and looked up to see Reid walk through the door with a grin plastered across his face. "Hey, Spencer. So, today's the day, huh?"

"Yes, they will be landing in a few hours. I really can't wait for them all to get here. I actually don't think I can sit still." Reid walked around behind the counter.

"Good, you can help me out, I have to get some inventory from the back. Do you mind watching the bar for a few while I unload the crates?" Beni finished wiping his hands.

"Not at all. It will be a good distraction until they get here." Reid chuckled.

"Thanks." Beni gave him a quick pat and headed into the storeroom.

Reid happily stood behind the bar wearing white cutoff shorts and boat shoes. His Hawaiian shirt hung open over his sun soaked skin. He sported a permanent 5 o'clock shadow that complimented his short wild hair as his bangs fell onto his face.

He had a flock of people gathered around as he was doing a magic trick with maraschino cherries and metal shakers. He then revealed the hidden lime shocking everyone. The group cheered as he popped one of the cherries in his mouth with a grin.

Reid then took a step back and leaned against the back counter observing the patrons as they enjoyed themselves. He looked to the end of the bar where a young woman was sitting alone but now joined by a loud, obnoxious Neanderthal.

Reid didn't have to be a profiler to see that she was uncomfortable with this man around and preferred for him to go away. "How you doing on your drink?" Reid asked, cutting between the two of them.

"I'm fine, thanks." She replied while placing her hand over her near empty glass.

"Go ahead and get her a beer on me," the brute interrupted.

"No, really, I'm good," she tried to insist.

"It's just a beer. You should take a drink when offered and don't act like a bitch."

"The lady said no, and you should respect that." Reid stood up to him.

"And you should mind your own business, pipsqueak." He pushed his finger into Reid's chest.

"You know, there are a lot of women who are attracted to men with Narcissistic Personality Disorder, which you obviously have. The problem is that the 'magnetic allure' that first draws the woman in soon fades as the man's ego is deflated by his sensitive self-esteem and is unable to cope with the slightest criticism if things don't go his way. Hence calling a woman a bitch because she didn't want to deal with you since she was smart enough to see through your insubstantial exterior. So, I say again, the lady said no." Reid stared at him, unwavering as the bar patrons all watched.

The man became more enraged and moved to strike Reid who quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him. He twisted his arm behind his back and with his other hand, took hold of the collar of his shirt and slammed his face down onto the table.

He struggled and tried to get out of the hold. Reid kicked his leg causing him to lose his support and drop down smacking his chin on the edge of the table. "Now, since I'm only a pipsqueak, I am going to need you to pay attention because I am only saying this once. Get the hell out of my bar and if I ever find you at my resort again you will end up in traction." Reid let go and took a step back allowing him to get back up.

The man stood up and looked to the girl.

"The door is that way," Reid pointed.

He made it all the way toward the exit then stopped in the doorway and turned back to Reid. "You better grow eyes in the back of your head." He threatened.

Reid noticed the oyster shucking knife at the edge of the bar and threw it. The blade landed in between the man's fingers as he held onto the doorframe. He looked back to Reid in shock then took off running.

"Wow, no one has ever done anything like that for me before," she blushed.

"Don't sell yourself short." He gave her a wink then went back behind the bar as she stayed staring at him.

"Hey Spencer," a familiar voice called out.

Reid looked up to see Hector, the manager of the resort was approaching him.

"I'm looking for Alex, have you seen her? I have some paperwork for her to sign." Hector leaned over the bar.

"I think she's up in her room, I'll go check."

Reid entered the hotel lobby, quickly dashed upstairs and made his way down the hall. He tapped a few times on her door and when there was no answer, he pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. "Alex, are you in here?"

Reid walked into the furnished room with no sight of her. "Alex?" He called out again. As he took a few more steps the sound of the shower running became more apparent. He gently rapped on her door then let himself in as her singing only got louder. He stared at her silhouette behind the frosted glass of the shower door.

Alex was oblivious to his presence as she sang, "I'm crazy for trying and I'm crazy for crying. And I'm crazy for loving you."

"Encore," Reid clapped.

Alex let out a gasp, "what the hell are you doing in here?"

"Hector was looking for you. He said that you have some paperwork to sign off on."

"Can you hand me my towel?" She asked with her hand stretched out over the shower door.

He picked up the folded towel and held it up in front of him. "Sure, come get it."

"I could kill you with that towel." She remarked in a saccharine sing-song way.

Reid reluctantly handed it to her. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"We were both skinny dipping at the time; that's kind of the point." Alex finished drying off then stepped out with the towel wrapped around her body and her wet hair dripped on her shoulders. She went to her dresser and pulled out clean clothes.

"So, I was hoping to talk with you," Reid said hesitantly.

"What's up?"

"When you told me that you were going to use your reparation money to buy this place to honor Charles, I was so proud, but I must admit that I was worried. You jumped back into the CIA with both feet busting your ass to prove that you deserved to be there, when you didn't need to. Then when you started this project I haven't see you take a break. But that's when I noticed it.

"Noticed what?" She asked.

"You were happy."

"What are you getting at, Spencer?" She questioned.

He stood in front of her, holding onto her shoulders. "All I've wanted is for you to be happy. Are you sure you want to go back to the CIA and leave this place? You still have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Do you really want to go back?"

"I like my job, I like my work. I get to put away the bad guy and that makes me happy. Do you know why I wanted my money to go into this resort? I wanted to be able to do something good with my second chance. Charles always believed in me and I wanted to be able to make his dream come true. Trust me, I will have no problems going back home and getting back to work. It's what I want to do."

Reid smiled and nodded, "well, since you are hellbent on returning to work, I say we get the most out of the rest of our vacation. We've had a wonderful time so far."