Two days had passed and the team did what they could to shake off all the drama from when Alex was taken and tried to move on with their case. Alex met with Dougal to discuss her involvement with his crew while Reid spent time at Clancy's with Jannon and their friends. They wanted to get as much information as possible before that evening where they were meeting with Clyde Easter who was bringing some new Intel for them to review and have everyone be on the same page.

"Hey, Moira!" Reid called out as he rushed toward Alex as she stepped out of the bar.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes," he put his arm around her and they walked together down the street. Reid turned his head to look behind him then back to her. "I wanted to talk with you before our meeting."

"Sounds good, but it will have to wait, Dougal is expecting me," she continued walking with greater speed.

"Alright, but I will need to talk to you about it before then," Reid sounded a bit uneasy.

"Is there something I should know?" She questioned.

"It's not that, it's just someone that I ran into. I wanted you to hear about it from me, that's all."

Alex was a few steps ahead him, almost at the corner. "No problem, just fill me in later. I really have to go." In that moment, she turned around the building and was out of his sight.

Reid let out a frustrated sigh then went to go back into the bar.

Later that evening, the team was gathering at their temporary headquarters for the long anticipated meeting with Clyde Easter. Most of them were already there and just waiting for Reid and Alex to show.

"Reid's here," Morgan started as he came back up from checking the building. "He is downstairs waiting for Alex."

Reid stood impatiently in the lobby of the building checking his watch as he waited expectantly.

Without any warning, the door blew open as Alex rushed in and was unwinding her scarf from around her neck, obviously trying to multitask.

"Hey, I said I needed to speak to you," Reid quickly followed as she rushed up the stairs.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, I got caught up with Dougal; I wasn't able to come sooner." She then stopped, a few steps ahead of him then turned. "What is it?"

"I ran into Colleen," Reid bluntly stated.

Alex thought for a moment and looked back at him with a side-eye. "Did you think I would be bothered by that? I know all about her." She started back upstairs.

"Yes, I know, just I want to tell you all about it," Reid was on her heels.

Alex stopped outside the door. "Spencer, I'm sure it is okay, don't worry about it. You can tell me everything later." She walked through the doorway and saw everyone relieved that she was finally there. "Sorry, I got held up."

Hotch stood on the opposite end of the room with a file in his hand and looked up toward her. "Now we can get started."

The team seated themselves around the table and Easter stood going over new intel and hearing their input. He saved the best for last. A stack of surveillance photos was tossed out onto the table as each team member picked a few up to look over them. "I have been working with my team as well as your own tech, Miss Garcia, and we have come up with names to match with a few of the people in these pictures."

"These photos were all taken within the past couple of weeks, especially since Agents Marcus and Reid have been on the inside."

"Who is this you're hugging, Spence?" JJ asked holding the picture up so he could see the two of them standing outside of Clancy's bar.

"Oh, that's Colleen," Reid then gave a quick look to his wife then back towards the photo.

"And who is she?" JJ questioned.

"She was actually someone I was dating the last time I was undercover," he pursed his lips and gave a subtle nod.

"Wait, is she with a baby?" JJ picked up the next picture.

"Uh, yeah, she and her husband had a baby a few months back," Reid said while looking back towards Alex who kept her eyes on the photos in front of her.

"And there's another boy with her," Rossi observed.

"Uh, yes," Reid hesitated.

"He looks about, what, eight years old?" Rossi guessed.

"Nine," Reid corrected.

"Oh wait," Prentiss stood up with excitement. "Here's our Reid holding the baby." She then showed it to the group. They took turns voicing their oohs and aahs over Reid holding a baby in his arms.

"When are you two going to make this a reality?" Morgan asked beaming at Reid and Alex.

"Oh, who knows," Alex looked up to them. "Maybe when I can go on an assignment as a pregnant lady."

Hotch picked up the picture. "Is she someone we should be concerned about?" He asked turning the conversation back to business.

"No," Reid shook his head. "She was never involved. I only knew her from the neighborhood. It made me look more stable if I was dating someone local."

The team reviewed all the pictures and new information. The good news was that they had several more names to faces, their histories, criminal or otherwise. The bad news was they were nowhere closer to catching who the Dullahan was.

Reid took a final glance across the table to see his wife shifting in her seat. She stared at the same picture of Colleen over and over again, he knew that something was bothering her.

After the meeting ended he got up from the table and went to her side. "Will we be able to talk now? I want to go over a few things with you."

"Can I take a raincheck? I have a few things I need to finish up," she referred to the paperwork in front of her and the notes she was taking.

"But I at least wanted to say that I know how this whole thing looks," he spilled.

"Huh?" She looked back to him.

"Colleen's son, I wanted to make sure you knew that there is no way he could be mine," he said under his breath so no one else could hear.

"Oh, that," she blinked a few times. "Oh, I know. It's all good," she patted his arm.

He stood up, not satisfied with their conversation. Well, I am supposed to meet up with Jannon in a half an hour and if I'm late, then he might get concerned."

"Yes, you should get going," Alex urged without lifting her eyes from the picture.

Reid opened his mouth to respond but then decided against it. After saying his goodbyes, he took off.

The rest of the team slowly departed for the evening as Alex continued to write relentlessly. She filtered through the photos and would jot more notes down for herself.

"Are you headed out?" Hotch asked as he packed a handful of files into his briefcase.

"I will in a bit," Alex looked up to him. "I just want to get this done while it's still fresh. But you can go, I'll close up."

"Very well, good night," Hotch picked up his coat and left her alone in the office.

Alex finished what she was writing then stacked her paperwork together. She then noticed the pictures of Reid and Colleen together, then of Reid holding her baby next to her son. She could see his face light up, even from that awkward angle and it being pixelated. He was at peace with her family.

She got up and pushed her chair under the table forcefully. She then pulled it back out then slammed it back again. "Damnit!" She exclaimed. Alex's hands clutched onto the padded chair then as if a switch was turned on she picked up the chair and threw it across the room followed by a frustrated groan.

"Now what did that chair ever do to you?" Rossi asked as he stepped into the room.

"Oh, Dave, uh, I didn't think anyone was still here," Alex became overwhelmed with embarrassment.

"I had an inkling that now would be the time," he steadily approached her with his hands in his two front pockets.

"Time for what?" She was a bit defensive.

"Oh, you know, to talk about what's been bothering you."

"There's nothing bothering me, I just got a little upset, it's over now," she tried to protest.

"Why don't you tell me what happened a few months ago," he stared at her.

"I don't know what you're—"

"Yes, you do."

"Look, Dave, I don't know what you think you're trying to—"

"Why don't you tell me how you ended up in the hospital," Rossi pulled out two chairs then took a seat.

Alex knew it was pointless to fight him and seated herself. "Okay, you win," she let out a sigh of defeat. "I was in the hospital after a bomb explosion," she attempted to minimize what happened.

"And how did that affect your team?"

"A few of my people got hurt," she put on a brave face.

"And you blame yourself."

"Yes, I do. My head wasn't in the game, I misjudged a situation, and some good people got hurt," she tried to avoid eye contact.

"You got hurt too," Rossi reminded.

"My injuries were only minor, Johnson had broken bones and Morris required surgery. That's not just putting a Band-Aid on something and moving on. They could have lost their lives and it's my fault."

Rossi nodded and leaned back in his seat with his hands interlocked across his chest. "You know what, you're right. If I were in your shoes, I would blame myself too. After all, you are an experienced agent, years in the field. You should have known better than to allow your team to get ambushed like that."

"What?" Alex stood up then paced back and forth. "It's my fault that some maniac set a trap for us? We went over that mission countless times. We were as prepared as we could be to breach that building. If I had to do it all over again, I would have."

"So, you're saying that it isn't your fault?"

Alex stopped in her tracks as her eyebrows scrunched together. "No, I guess I'm not."

"Good," Rossi slammed his hand down onto the table before standing up. "Now that that's out of the way. Tell me why you think your head wasn't in the game."

"We are done with the therapy session today, Dave," Alex held up her hands in front of her.

"Did I ever tell you about my first wife?" He looked to see her shake her head unknowing where he was going with that curve ball. "Her name is Carolyn, I loved her so much. I still do, actually. She couldn't handle waiting at home for me while I made my career my first priority."

"Spencer and I both have jobs that take priority, I think that's why it works for us," she tried cutting him off.

He held up a finger. "That's not what I'm getting at." He paused and took a few slow steps towards her. "The other thing that hindered our relationship is when we lost our son, James," he paused as he remembered the pain. "There were complications during childbirth and he died. Carolyn was never the same after that."

"Why are you telling me this?" Alex became flushed.

"Because the pain that I used to see in her eyes," he stared at her. "I've seen in yours,"

Alex took in a labored breath as her eyes welled up. "Dave, please," she tried to stop him.

"It's okay to feel it, you're no good to anyone by not processing it," he urged.

"Oh, I've processed it plenty," she argued as a single tear rolled down her face.

"And that's why you and Spencer have been arguing?" Rossi asked.

"What did he tell you?" Alex questioned.

"First of all, Spencer didn't tell me anything. Second, you should know by now that no one needs to tell me anything," he smirked.