Reid looked at his clock for the umpteenth time as he tried to force himself asleep that night. His throbbing hand was only half of what was keeping him awake; he couldn't help but hear the cries of those children each time he closed his eyes.

After spending years in the CIA he was used to taking on different personas. Some were fun and adventurous; some were downright dangerous; but there were those select few that made him do things he hated. Making children cry was at the top of his list. He knew that if he wanted to stay on this mission, to try and get as much dirt as possible to uncover the person responsible for those horrific crimes, he knew that certain things had to be done… whether he liked it or not.

The team gathered in a building just outside of Killarney so they could be closer to the daily activity and be on hand when needed. Garcia had two computers running on her desk as she compiled data while Morgan sat next to her keeping her morale up as the two giggled.

Alex entered the office building and quickly scanned the room for Reid, but he wasn't there yet. She then went to the bulletin board and reviewed the information they had posted. She noticed herself in a few of the surveillance shots taken outside of Clancy's bar with her new friends. She looked over the rest of the vague information they had and thought about all the work she needed to do to fill in the blanks.

"How are you holding up?" Hotch asked as he approached her from behind.

She turned to look at him, a bit startled. "It's going well," she nodded.

"Of course, the weather isn't as nice compared to the last case we worked together," he dryly quipped as he looked back down to his paperwork in hand.

"Yeah, well, I always like to add some drama when I go on vacation. Mix a little business with pleasure," she tried to make light of the emotional rollercoaster she went through. "However, I do miss working with you by my side. I could always count on you to have my back."

"Yes, but I'm never riding shotgun with you again." He smirked then turned towards Reid as he walked in. Hotch noticed the bandage on his hand with furrowed eyebrows. "Is everything okay with your hand?"

Reid shot a quick glance toward JJ who knew the truth then back to Hotch. "It's nothing, just had a little accident, it will be fine. Should we get to work?" He asked as he took a seat at the table and the rest of the team followed suit.

Alex seated herself next to her husband and studied his bandage; she leaned into him. "I would hate to see what the wall looks like."

Reid looked back at her puzzled. "How did you—"

"Let's not forget about who bandaged your hand after that incident in Istanbul," she placed her hand over his.

"It's a constant reminder of the things I hated doing while in the CIA," he said softly.

"I know, there are definitely things about this job that are less than ideal," she was able to relate better than anyone else at that table.

They looked up to see that the group looked to her to start off the meeting.

"Okay, let me catch you up," Alex started. "I was introduced to a few contacts by Mookey MacKenna as someone who deals in weaponry and that I had a cache of semi-automatic guns that I needed to offload. After some wheeling and dealing with some low-level people, I was brought into the crew. From what I've been able to ascertain, a man named Colm is the man in charge. However, I haven't been able to get his last name, no one seems to know it. I can't say for certain if he is even the Dullahan," she explained.

"Reid, do you think your cover is still good?" Morgan asked.

"I believe so," Reid replied. "Colm asked me to a small job for him. It was obviously a test."

"Is that how you hurt your hand?" Rossi questioned.

Reid put his good hand over the bandage, "uh, yeah. I was sent to collect some money from someone who wasn't paying up. I had to make some noise, flip a table or two to make a point."

The team had adjusted to their friend's alter ego, but hearing about him being a goon wasn't something they were used to… and neither was Reid.

The group continued to exchange information and add to their limited profile on who The Dullahan could be, and if it was Colm, how to take him down.

"So, what's next?" Hotch asked.

"I am going to have to sell some more weapons," Alex pepped up. "And I will need your help."

"Do you think that would be more suited for some of the local agents? Or even your own team." Prentiss asked.

"My team has been reassigned on another case while I'm here and I think it is best that I am working with Americans," Alex spoke up. "It shows that I have a crew of my own, one that I have been with for a number of years. They would be looking for that. I would prefer to work with people I know and trust. In this type of job a simple glance would be the difference between life and death. If we need to add more muscle, then we can reach out to some of the locals, but for now, I want to keep it within our circle."

The team went over the details of the plan and what their next few steps would be. Afterwards, they broke their meeting and dispersed from the table.

Alex approached Hotch. "I hope I didn't put you on the spot, Aaron. I know doing undercover work isn't exactly your forte, so if you prefer not to be dragged into this again, I completely understand."

Hotch shook his head. "No, you made some good points about having me along. I wouldn't leave you out there without people you can trust. Besides, you need someone to drive," he sassed.

"Are you ever going to let that go? I was angry; I'm an excellent driver," she hit his arm as Reid made his way towards them.

"You okay with this?" Reid asked.

"Yes, Alex was just asking the same thing. Don't worry, I'm fine with helping in this case," he tried to reassure them.

Reid smirked, "well, I kind of like seeing you working undercover, gets you out of your shell." He paused for a moment. "Just don't kiss my wife this time."

Hotch froze, unsure of what to say.

"He can kiss me if he wants to," Alex chimed in with a grin.

Hotch turned to Alex even more uneasy. As Reid gave her a judgmental side-eye.

"What? He's a good kisser," she snickered. "And besides, we weren't even married then, and we were on assignment, so it doesn't even count."

"Oh good, so that time that I went to second base with the swimsuit model from Marseilles didn't count either," Reid bounced back.

"Oh, you mean miss silicone? Then maybe I shouldn't bring up the Mossad officer I fooled around with when we were in Israel," she countered as they started walking away continuing their playful bantering.

Rossi walked towards Hotch as he stood speechless.

"What was that all about?" Rossi asked.

"I have no idea," Hotch responded.