Reid watched as a couple from the right side of the bar picked up from their table and moved towards the opposite end of the room. The quartet of men who entered moved to that spot and made themselves comfortable. The obvious leader of the group wasn't what Reid was expecting. He was about 5'9 with curly black hair and very slender. He didn't appear to have a look that would send shivers down your back, however there was something about him that Reid knew he would need to keep on his toes.

The three other men appeared to be his friends and bodyguards. They were obviously the muscle of the group. Two of them were huge, linebacker types and the other one was strong but not as massive. The scrawny guy held up his hand above his head and snapped his fingers, the bartender rushed over with a tray of drinks. The men celebrated and began knocking back one after another.

Jannon wiped the beer residue from his upper lip with the back of his hand then patted Reid on the back. "Wait here." He hopped off the barstool and headed towards the group. After they chatted a bit, Jannon waived Reid over.

"This is Nixer," Jannon proudly announced. "He's your man if you need anything done. This here is Colm, he's been running things around here since Casey's been gone."

"Jannon here speaks very highly of you," Colm remarked as he leaned back in his chair.

"He and I have been through a lot together," Reid responded.

"Well, I might just have a job for you," Colm announced. "Be here tomorrow at four, sharp."

"Will do," Reid nodded. He made it clear not to thank him, he was testing how he would react. However, he didn't get to witness it since he turned around almost dismissively.

Reid and Jannon went back toward their seats to see Alex standing at the counter waiting for the bartender. "How long will you be in town?" Reid asked her.

"As long as I'm needed," she replied without looking back at him.

"Needed for what?"

Alex turned towards him with a devilish grin and leaned in closer towards him. "For a great many things," she said in a sultry tone making Reid match her grin.

"What can I get cha?" The bartender asked.

"Just another Smithwicks," she said while pronouncing it correctly, with a silent 'w'. She nodded towards them then returned to the group she was sitting with before while Reid kept his eyes on her.

"You don't want to mess with that one," Jannon warned.

"Why not?" Reid asked.

"She is not one to fool around with. I heard one story where she cut out a man's heart because he was talking with another woman."

"Oh, come on. I'm sure that's just an exaggerated rumor," Reid scoffed.

"Either way, I'm not even going to find out," Jannon gulped down the rest of his stout.

Jannon's group of friends slowly started to disperse and were saying their goodbyes then finally left Alex alone with Jamie at the table. Reid continued to look their way, which Jannon took as just a simple crush. However, Reid was concerned.

Alex got up from the table and moved herself over to the bar. Reid glanced over at her again to see that she was wearing new clothes. She had on tan, knee-high leather boots over jeans with a green, draping turtleneck sweater. Her long, wild hair was pulled back into a French braid, which she hardly ever did and gave her a completely different look. He noticed that she was getting more and more irritated especially since Jamie followed her to the bar.

"Where do you think you're going, Moira?" Jamie asked, slurring his words.

"I think it should be quite obvious," she shot back.

Reid held his composure the best he could for what he knew was about to happen, yet he was happy to have a front-row seat.

"Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" Jamie scolded to her face.

"Come on, Jamie," Jannon tried to intervene. "I think you've had enough."

"Stay out of this, Jannon!" Jamie snapped.

Jannon shook his head. "You best watch yourself," he warned with a playful lilt to his voice.

Jamie turned back towards Alex and leaned into her with one hand on the counter and the other on her leg as he slowly slid toward her inner thigh.

Alex turned to him. "Don't touch me," she said in a calm yet forceful tone.

Jamie moved his hand in deeper between her legs. In a blink of an eye, Alex jammed a knife into the bar a centimeter from his hand as she stared at him. Jamie was paralyzed from the shock.

"I missed on purpose, next time you won't be so lucky. Now move your hand or I will stab something a little more important to you."

Jamie bolted out of the bar in less than a second as Reid burst out laughing.

"See, I told you to watch out for her," Jannon whispered.

Reid turned to Alex who was drinking her beer as if nothing happened. "What is that, an Emerson?"

"Sure is," she replied. She flipped her knife up and caught it by the blade and handed it over to him to examine.

"That's nice," he rubbed his finger across the razor-sharp tip. "Do you always carry a blade or was this a special occasion?"

"Always, you never know when you're going to need one," she smiled.

"That's true," Reid reached under his coat and pulled out a Cold Steel knife and lightly tossed it and landed into the wood vertically.

Alex pulled it out and took a look, "that's a very nice piece, good balance. These are the best throwing knifes. However, sometimes you need close quarters." She reached under her shirt and pulled from under her bra a Blackhawk punch dagger and handed it over to him.

Reid held the four inch piece between his fingers so the blade stuck out like Wolverine's blades. "I haven't used one of these in years."

Jannon smirked as he shook his head. "I should have known."

Reid and Alex grinned knowing they successfully created a cover story for them to be closer while they were on the case. Reid was good at what he did, but he wasn't sure he would be able to hide his true feelings for her while they worked so closely.

"So, where are you staying? If you don't mind me asking," Reid asked because he really didn't know.

"I've been renting a flat a few blocks down the road. Would you care to walk me home?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"I would be delighted," he replied with a matching glint. He stood up and helped her off the barstool. "Goodnight, Jannon. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night you two," he smirked as he watched them walk out the door together. "He's here all of a few hours and already luckier than me."

The couple walked arm in arm down the empty street back to her flat. They didn't speak much to each other in case they were being watched or followed. As they entered the room, they both split up to make sure everything was clear and they were safe to talk.

"Okay, fill me in," Reid got to business as they both sat on the edge of the bed.

"I went to Boston to get information from Mookey MacKenna," she started. "That's why we were at your office that day. He had connections to The Dullahan. He helped to establish my cover and gave me credibility. I came over here to sell them my stash of recently acquired semi-automatic weapons and other party favors and I'm sticking around because I told them that I would be able to be a constant supplier. Because of Mookey, they've let me in, but kept me at arm's length. I'm still not sure about all the players, I haven't gotten that close yet."

Reid nodded. "Well, it appears that Colm is the man in charge. Do you have any more info on him?"

"No, I don't even know his last name. I don't even know if he is The Dullahan for sure or not, however it's obvious everyone is scared of him. The other guy with him is a piece of work, watch out for him. He's Dougal O'Connor. A few days ago, I saw him bash a man's face against the sidewalk, I didn't get the reason why, no one wanted to find out," Alex explained.

Reid put his hands on her shoulders. "But you're okay, right? You're safe?"

"Yes, I've been perfectly fine. If anything, they're all afraid of me. Mookey spread some rumors which made people keep on their toes."

"Yeah, apparently you cut some guy's' heart out?" Reid snickered.

"Apparently," she joined in.

"What about handsy-McGee just now?" Reid asked.

"Oh Jamie? He's had a thing for me since we've met, this was the first time he's acted on it, he was drunk," she waved it off.

"Well, if anything you just perpetuated your reputation," he smirked. They sat there for a moment in a bit of an awkward silence. "Listen, I think we need to talk."

Alex stood up and moved to the other side of the room. "Spencer, this is not the best time. We should wait until this mission is done."

Reid got up and made his way towards her. "You said the same when we were both on cases a couple of weeks ago. What's the excuse going to be next time? You wanted to just pack up everything and leave a few months ago. Alex, this isn't something we just forget about. We need to talk about this."

Alex let out a heavy sigh. "I know, we will, I promise. Just not right now, okay? Please."

Reid reluctantly nodded, "okay."