"You want her, you got her," Garcia answered her phone.

"Hey, Penelope, I was hoping you could do me a favor," Alex said from the other line.

"What do you need?" Garcia readied herself at her laptop.

"I need you to run a location on Spencer's phone for me."

Garcia stopped as her eye's darted around her screen in a mini panic. "Wait, Reid's missing?"

"No, not really. I have a pretty good idea where he is. I just want to double check," Alex was confident in his whereabouts.

"Okay, give me a moment," Garcia clicked on her keyboard. "He's not in town. He is actually way south of town by the coast."

"On the Ring of Kerry?" Alex asked referring to the driving loop on the southern end of the island.

"How did you know that?" Garcia questioned.

"I had a feeling he was there."

"Why? What's there?" Garcia questioned.

"Penelope, I am trusting you not to tell the rest of the team about this."

"Scout's honor," Garcia pledged.

Hotch, Morgan, and Alex gathered up the street from Clancy's bar where Michael was killed so they could get a better sense of the area.

"There are homes up and down this street, they would have noticed a strange man standing around," Morgan observed.

"Perhaps he's a local," Alex suggested.

"Or they're too afraid to say anything," Hotch added. "Either way, he knew this neighborhood, and calling out Michael's name suggests he knew of the victim."

Alex looked around, a bit on edge. "We can't stay here much longer," she warned.

"Okay, let's get going," Morgan headed towards the street. "So, how exactly does this work?"

Alex strode calmly with her hands in her pockets. "I'm just an employer having a few drinks with her employees. Just act more like bodyguards than cops and look to me before answering questions, it will confirm the hierarchy."

"What do you think is going to happen?" Hotch asked.

"Nothing," Alex replied. "However, I am hoping to get you profilers in there to get a look at things for yourselves. I know that you can see things in a way that I can't."

"Good, you usually have a tendency to shoot first," Morgan smirked.

"Only when it's called for," Alex snarked back. She stopped them a few feet from the pub. "Remember, it's Moira Dunne."

"Don't we need names?" Morgan asked.

"I got you covered. I already picked out a theme," she waved it off and pulled open the door.

Alex's group of friends called out and greeted her as she arrived, giving her a warm welcome. The trio went to the bar to order their drinks when Alex noticed a familiar face staring at her from the last seat.

"A friend of yours?" Hotch asked as he and Morgan also took notice.

"You could say that," she replied as she watched Jamie pick up his drink and move towards Alex.

"I wanted to apologize about the other night. I was being a complete eejit," Jamie breathed on her.

"Yes, you were," she replied confidently.

"How about I make it up to you?" He branded a slimy grin.

"I don't think so," Alex shook her head.

Jamie grabbed onto her shoulder. "Listen, you git—"

"You should listen to the lady," Morgan spoke up from the other side of Alex.

"And you should mind your own bloody business," Jamie fired back.

"I'm only going to say this once. Remove your hand from Moira, and do it now," Morgan announced as he put his glass of beer down.

"Or what?"

"Or I'm going to come over there and break every single one of your fingers," Morgan stared him down.

Hotch turned up to him, "and I'm going to hold you down while he does it."

Jamie looked back towards Alex as if he were expecting her to save him but she joined in with them. "Don't make me pull out my knife."

"Which one?" Hotch quipped.

"That's true," Alex smirked.

Jamie took the hint and quickly left the bar while they chuckled at his expense.

"I have to admit, this is more fun than I thought it would be," Morgan took a gulp from his beer.

Kyra rushed towards Alex and leaned in towards her. "So, who are these guys?" She asked with a lilt in her voice.

"They work with me," Alex responded then leaned in closer. "They're cute, huh?"

"My girlfriend, Colleen, over there thinks so," Kyra confessed.

"Well, I'll be sure to let them know," Alex noticed both guys sneaking a look toward Colleen.

All three then looked toward the door as Dougal entered without an entourage. He instantly saw Alex and her men at the bar and made his way to them.

"Oh, good, Moira, I was hoping I would run into you," he announced in a cocky tone. Morgan and Hotch turned around to look at Dougal in unison, he took notice and stepped back. "Where are my manners? I'm sorry, I haven't formally introduced myself. I'm Dougal O'Connor."

Alex looked towards Hotch first. "This is Flynn, and this is Eugene."

Morgan did a subtle double take towards Alex as she announced his name, but kept it cool.

Dougal kept his eye on Morgan longer than necessary then looked back towards Alex. "Moira, when you have a moment later, I would like to discuss a business proposal with you."

"I have a moment now," she put her pilsner glass down.

"No," he held up his hand and paused. "Later," he smiled then went to his customary seat in the corner, alone.

Morgan turned back to Alex. "Eugene? Seriously? You couldn't have gone with Rider? Come on."

"But then I wouldn't get to see the face you're making, now, would I?" she tapped his shoulder with a smirk.

Morgan turned to Hotch. "That ain't right, man."

"Stay focused… Eugene," Hotch responded then leaned in closer towards Alex. "What do you think Dougal has in mind?"

"Yeah, and is this with or without Colm?" Morgan added.

"I'm not sure," Alex admitted. "It could just be something regarding more weapons. I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

The group continued to drink at the bar while Dougal remained alone at his table. Their festivities were soon interrupted when they heard a woman scream. Hotch and Morgan instinctively put their hands on their nonexistent guns as they turned around. The patrons watched as a man stood in front of O'Connor's table pointing a gun directly at his head.

The man was obviously distraught and mumbling about his brother being killed. His hand wavered as the tears fell from his eyes as he continued to blame Dougal for the death of his brother.

"We need to do something," Hotch told Alex.

"We can't," Alex held her hand out across his chest, as if he were a child in the front seat of the car.

"The man is having an emotional break. Innocent people could potentially get hurt or killed. We have to do something," he pushed.

Alex knew what he was saying was correct. "Okay, give me a second."

"We need to go in," Morgan turned to Hotch.

"We need to physically take him down," Alex ordered.

Hotch and Morgan both nodded as they followed after Alex as she walked towards the troubled man. She approached him from right out of his eyeline. "Excuse me, sir," she called out.

He quickly turned, whipping around his gun towards Alex who pushed up on his arm and a shot went off. Hotch and Morgan rushed at him and wrapped his hands behind him.

"Get him out of here to cool off," Alex barked at her men.

"Yes, ma'am," Hotch responded. His plan was to take him to their Interpol contacts and get him help.

"I guess I should be giving you my undying thanks," Dougal spouted while still seated, unfazed.

"There are a lot of innocent people in here who didn't need to be caught in a cross fire," Alex replied.

"Well, come, sit. Let me buy you a drink," he offered.

"Oh, no. I should actually go catch up with my guys, make sure that he isn't giving them any grief," Alex tried to make an excuse.

"I thought you wanted to know what I had in store for you," he raised his eyebrow with a cocky smirk.

"And we will, I just think that I should—"

"You're just going to leave after all I did to arrange for us to be alone?"