Rossi and JJ made their way through the hospital corridors towards the private rooms. After checking in with the nurses station they made their way towards Oliver's room where they saw Diggle waiting – talking on his phone.

'Ok. I'll see you soon' he finished up before turning towards the approaching agents. 'Agent Rossi, Agent Jareau. What can I do for you?'

'Mr. Diggle. We heard about Mr. Queen's accident. How is he?' asked JJ.

'I wasn't aware that the FBI investigated motorcycle accidents' Diggle responded.

'We don't. One of our agents was injured tonight and is being treated at the moment. We heard about Mr. Queen and thought we would check in' replied Rossi. 'What happened?'

'Mr. Queen took his bike out for a ride and a semi pulled out in front of him. He swerved to avoid a collision.'

'The Queen's hosted a Christmas party tonight. What was he doing in the Glades instead of at the party?' asked JJ.

'Am I being questioned now? He had his reasons. It's not my place to say. If he wants to explain, he can'

Just then a loud gasp was heard from the room. Diggle turned and rushed in, the FBI agents fol-lowed behind him.

Diggle approached the bed where Oliver was regaining consciousness. Suddenly he bolted awake and started looking around frantically. When he tried to sit up he gasped in pain.

'Hey, relax. Relax' Diggle said, pushing him gently back down onto the bed. 'Just relax. You're safe. You're in the hospital.'

'What happened?' rasped Oliver in confusion. Just then he noticed the FBI agents behind Diggle. 'What happened? My family?'

'Their fine Oliver. Everyone is ok. You crashed your bike. You've got a pneumothorax, three broken ribs and a concussion, but the doctor said you're going to be fine.'

Oliver relaxed back in the bed for a moment before focusing on the FBI agents. 'Why are you here? Last time I checked it's not a federal crime to crash your bike.'

Rossi stepped forward before responding. 'Mr Queen. One of our agents, Agent Morgan, was injured tonight and was being treated in ER. We heard about your accident and are just checking in.'

'Is he ok?' asked Oliver. When neither Rossi or JJ answered he clarified is query. 'Your agent. Is he ok?'

'He's ok. He has a concussion but other than that he'll be fine' answered JJ.

On hearing this Oliver relaxed even further. 'Good. That's good.'

'Mr. Queen. You organised and hosted a Christmas party at your home tonight. If you don't mind us asking why were you in the Glades?' queried Rossi.

Oliver stayed quiet for a moment before replying.

'While I was gone… There were no holidays on the island. Every single day was 'How do I stay alive?' To do that I had to make myself forget about things like Christmas. When I was younger my dad threw a party every year, and he would put a Christmas tree in every room. The whole mansion smelled like Christmas. I wanted us to have that again – Christmas as a family. But none of us are the same.'

'Everything has changed. Nobody is how I remembered them to be' he finished quietly. 'I needed to get out and clear my head. I didn't have a destination in mind when I left. I just knew that I had to… leave.'

Before anyone could say anymore, Diggle noticed the arrival of Oliver's family.

'Someone is here to see you' he said before moving off, gesturing for the FBI agents to follow.

'What?' Oliver queried but exhaled heavily, falling back into the bed as Thea rushed into the room.

'Ollie. Oh, god, you look terrible. Thank god you were wearing your helmet' Thea said in concern. 'Are you ok? What happened?'

Oliver looked at her in confusion before Diggle replied 'He was on his bike and a semi pulled out right in front of him. He swerved to avoid a collision and crashed. The doctors want to keep him for a few days but he'll be fine.'

Just then Thea realized there was other people in the room besides Diggle.

'Why are you here? What's going on? Can you not even let my brother recover before coming after him. It was an accident for god's sake!'

'Thea, its fine. They were just checking in' Oliver insisted.

Thea turned back to her brother and with a slightly confused look on her face said 'You bailed on your own party.'

'It seemed like the right move. I mean, like you said, it wasn't the best timing.'

'Okay, but when I said that, that was me being a bitch. Look, I know I've been hard on you, about being different from the way you were. But the truth is Ollie, I'm not the same person I was 5 years ago either.'

'So maybe we can just accept each other' Oliver suggested. 'Not for who we were, but for the – for the people we are now.'

'Yeah' Thea agreed with a smile on her face before holding up 2 candy canes.

'Oh' Oliver smiled in return. 'No cheating. Come here.' Thea leaned in for a hug.

Diggle motioned with his head for the FBI agents to follow him out of the room and down the hall-way.

'If you have questions for Oliver can they wait? He has been trying to re-connect with his family and Thea is a big part of that. Give him some time.'

'We don't have any questions for Mr. Queen. Like we said we were already at the hospital when we heard of his accident. Truly, we were just checking in' replied JJ.

'Well in that case. Thank you' Diggle replied before returning to stand just outside Oliver's room.

JJ and Rossi returned to the precinct to check back in with the rest of the team.

'How is Mr. Queen? Did you find out why Mr. Queen was in the Glades when he should have been at his own Christmas party?' asked Hotch.

'He has a pneumothorax, three broken ribs and a concussion. They are keeping him in for a few days but he'll be fine. Apparently he had a disagreement with his sister and legged it. Claims he didn't have a specific destination in mind' replied JJ.

'Do you believe him?' asked Hotch.

'I do' replied Rossi. 'Apparently he organised the party as an attempt to re-connect with his family. He remembers her as she was when he left not how she is now. Him thinking of his sister as a little kid caused some friction.'

'You have any luck with the Hong Kong connection?' asked JJ.

'Actually we did' replied Garcia. 'Interpol were able to identify a possible case. 3 ½ years ago the bodies of 3 US soldiers and of US Army General, General Matthew Shrieve, was found in a pharmacy in central Hong Kong. The general's cause of death was a gunshot wound to the head.'

'Our unsub hasn't used a firearm in any of his attacks so far. Why do you think this is connected?' asked Rossi.

'Because of his other injuries and what else was found in the pharmacy. The 3 other soldiers were killed by arrows to the torso. Apart from the shot to head, the general also had numerous other wounds – including multiple lacerations and penetrating wounds to the arms and torso – consistent with torture' replied Hotch.

'Whoa! Did Interpol have anything else? Did they identify any possible leads?' asked JJ.

'That's where things get even more intriguing. The case was classified Top Secret – SCI Alpha Level 6' replied Garcia.

'TOP SECRET is applied to information in which the unauthorized disclosure could reasonably be expected to cause exceptionally grave damage to the national security. Sensitive compartmented information (SCI) is information that needs extra protection above a top-secret security clearance level. SCI can come from various sources and has to have special handling, which involves controls to access' summarised Reid.

'Who imposed the Top Secret – SCI status?' asked Rossi.

'No idea. All we do know is the classification wasn't assigned by Interpol' replied Garcia.

'What the hell happened in Hong Kong? If the classification wasn't assigned by Interpol or the FBI what agency classified a case involving the deaths of multiple US army soldiers as Top Secret?' queried JJ.