**This story is the sequel to The Enemy of my Enemy and Trouble in Paradise**

"The past is never where you think you left it." ― Katherine Anne Porter

A black Chevy Suburban blew through the red traffic light and whipped around the tight corner after barely slowing down. The interior police lights flickered back and forth while the siren blared over a block radius.

Hotch sat calmly behind the wheel as he made another sharp turn forcing Rossi and Prentiss to grab onto the passenger handles. "Did you get ahold of them?" He asked.

"Not yet," Prentiss replied while calling a number again and placing the phone to her ear. "He might not be there yet."

"Then we have to get there first," he replied as he sped through a residential neighborhood.

Moments later they pulled up in front of a house. No cars were parked outside and everything seemed quiet. The trio quickly stepped out of the car with their glocks in hand and started towards the house. After a hand signal from Hotch, Rossi moved towards the back of the home while he and Prentiss went to the front.

Hotch tried the handle and when it opened they quietly stepped in. One-by-one, they cleared the rooms unable to locate anyone. The three agents gathered together in the living room a bit puzzled.

"Maybe the intel was wrong," Rossi suggested.

"I don't think so," Hotch replied. "We're missing something." His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes darted around the room.

Suddenly they all looked up when they heard a creaking sound coming from above them.

"What was that?" Prentiss questioned.

They tried to follow the sound or at least try to find some kind of access point. At that moment, a crash rang out and the team rushed to the back of the house to find broken glass and a small window above them where the UnSub managed to escape.

Hotch immediately called for backup as they headed back to the car to try and catch him. They drove around the corner attempting to locate him or at least find a clue to the direction he was heading.

The Suburban slowly drove down the long stretch of road but eventually passed the UnSub. He peeked his head out as he thought he was free and clear and started down the opposite direction as calmly and unnoticeably as possible.

He had his hands in his pockets and shuffled down the sidewalk as if he were going to the corner for some milk. He knew what he was doing.

He then heard a vehicle approaching behind him. He tried to be subtle as he turned his head and saw the black SUV heading back his way. He ran.

The agents followed him as he kept looking back towards them. He turned the corner and just then another Suburban drove up onto the curb cutting him off. He hit the hood, bounced over the car and landed on the other side. He sat up, shook his head, and started running again.

"I don't think so," Morgan exclaimed as he jumped out of the driver's seat and took off after him.

"Morgan, wait!" Reid called out as he got out from the backseat.

Morgan continued his pursuit rushing after him through people's backyards, reminiscent of Ferris Bueller trying to beat his dad home.

He quickly turned another corner and jumped over some trash cans when he came in direct contact with one of the lids.

Reid stood in front of him with the metal lid in his hand just after swinging it across the UnSub's face. The man was dazed but nowhere near incapacitated. Reid held the lid horizontally as if he were throwing a discus and did just that to the man's throat. He took a few steps back as he grabbed around his neck coughing and trying to catch his breath.

The UnSub charged towards Reid, but he crouched down then threw him over his shoulder. The man landed on his back as Reid held onto his wrist and promptly put one of the handcuffs on. "You're under arrest," he announced. He then pulled the man onto his feet and cuffed his other hand. Just as the rest of the team made it to their location.

"Are you both okay?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah, we're good," Morgan started. "Rambo over there took care of it." He leaned forward with his hands on his knees as he took in a few long breaths.

Hotch smirked, "we couldn't have done it without you, too."

"Don't patronize me," Morgan replied with a chuckle.

The team gathered at their vehicles while the local police arrived to take the UnSub into custody. Hotch stepped away to take a phone call. A few moments passed and he stood with a concerned look.

"Everything okay?" Rossi asked.

"That was Strauss. The CIA's Deputy Director wants to meet with me when we return," Hotch said, a bit perplexed.

"Did she happen to say what it would be about?" Rossi questioned.

"No, just that it was urgent."

"Well, we better fire up the jet," Rossi replied with his hands in his pockets.

It was just past 1:00 am, the tired and weary team stepped off the elevator to the 6th floor. Each of them walked through the foyer towards the bullpen. Reid noticed someone watching him from the corner of his eye. He glanced over to the hallway to see his wife leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Alex?" He was concerned and rushed to her. "Is there a problem? Are you okay?"

She pushed herself from the wall with a crooked smile. "Yes, everything is fine."

"It's late, what are you doing here?"

"My boss has a meeting with your boss," she walked with him to his desk. They both looked up to see Hotch standing in his office with the Deputy Director from the CIA.

"What's so important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Reid asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you," she replied in a playful tone, however she meant it.

Reid felt a bit discouraged but understood the protocol. They worked for two separate government agencies and were unable to discuss a majority of their work with each other.

Alex was greeted by the team, who were all pleased to see her. She looked to the window to see her boss motioning for her to come up.

Alex made her way up the stairs just as Rossi was leaving his office and they both went in. Hotch seated himself behind his desk, while Director Andrew Lewis sat in the chair across from him. Alex and Rossi stood next to each other at the end of the desk while the rest of the team spied from the bullpen.

"You arrested Sam 'Mookey' MacKenna during a weapons raid last week," Lewis reported.

"Yes, he was one of several members of the gang we were able to apprehend," Hotch agreed, trying to decipher where the conversation was going.

"We need him," Lewis abruptly stated.

"I'm sorry, I don't follow," Hotch replied.

Alex took a step forward. "Have you heard of a man that goes by the name The Dullahan?"

Hotch thought for a moment, "uh yes. He's the head of an Irish mob, took over a few years ago in Killarney, if I'm not mistaken."

"Exactly," Alex continued. "He's been a rising star, so to speak, on Interpol's watch list for a while now."

"Am I to assume that MacKenna has ties to The Dullahan?" Hotch questioned.

"That's what our intel shows," Lewis replied. "We need his help if we're going to catch Dullahan."

Morgan sat on the edge of Reid's desk as he watched Alex talk to Hotch. "Do you know what's going on in there?"

"I know as much as you do," Reid answered while keeping his eyes on his wife. He could tell that she was passionate about whatever it was. That had him concerned.

The door opened and Alex headed down the stairs to Reid. "I'm going to have to go away for a while."

Reid pulled her to the side, "what? This doesn't have anything to do with what I said last week, does it? I mean, we said we would talk about it more."

"Oh no," Alex cut him off. "I've been assigned to a case. I will be in Boston for a couple of weeks."

"Can you at least tell me what's going on?" Reid was uneasy.

"I'm sorry, I can't." She leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I need to go pack."

He watched her walk to the elevator then he looked up to Hotch and Rossi talking hoping to get some answers but knew he wasn't going to any time soon.