A small, white cargo truck drove down the narrow road through the wooded park, with only its dim headlights to lead the way. After reaching the rendezvous, it pulled over down a side road and parked behind the dense forest.

Hotch kept his hands on the wheel as he looked out for the car they were meeting. His eyebrows scrunched as he held his focus out through the trees.

"Are you nervous?" Alex asked while seated in the passenger seat.

"No, I just wanted to make sure that we weren't caught off guard," he replied.

"This is a typical meet, you don't need your Hotch face," she grinned.

He turned to her a bit surprised. "My Hotch face? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't pretend that you don't know about the Hotch Stare. Oh, it's legendary. Serial killers from coast to coast can't close their eyes at night because you are all they see," Alex snickered.

"Is it too late to change my mind about helping you?" He shook his head.

"Be happy I let you drive," she replied then noticed the lights coming toward them. "Here they are."

Alex and Hotch got out of the truck and stood haloed in front of their headlights. Two men exited the car while a third remained in the backseat.

"Moira," one of the men acknowledged.

"Rory," Alex nodded back.

"Who's he?" Rory asked referring to Hotch standing close to Alex.

"He's one of my men. Do you have my money?" She got to business.

"Do you have my guns?"

"Yeah, my guy has them in the back." She started toward the back of the truck with Rory behind her. Hotch stayed at the front with the other man and kept his eye on the third in the car.

Alex threw open the back door to the truck exposing Morgan sitting against the three large crates. He jumped out and took a step back keeping his eye on Alex.

"Here you go," Alex started. "Three crates of Keckler and Koch MP5s. I also included another box of party favors, flash bombs, smoke bombs, chargers, detonators, just some basics."

"Open it," Rory ordered.

Morgan hopped back into the truck and pried open the top of the create and pulled out the submachine gun and tossed it down to Rory who examined it then threw it back.

"We good?" Alex asked.

Rory nodded and shook her hand. "Let's continue to do business. When can you get your hands on more?"

"Uh, I have to see when I can get them slipped through customs, I got a guy on the inside. I will let you know this week."

"Good, my boss will be pleased," Rory grinned.

"And when do I get to meet him? I do prefer to know who I am working with," Alex asked.

"Let's go meet him now," Rory held out his hand back towards his car.

Hotch turned to look at Alex and saw that she was okay and Morgan gave a nod, Hotch turned back toward the car. Alex stood between the two agents as they towered beside her like bookends, yet she was twice as dangerous.

The man got out of the car and slowly walked towards the group. As he got closer Alex recognized him as Dougal O'Conner, one of Colm's men.

"Good evening, Moira," he announced in a calm, confident tone.

"Hello, Dougal. I must say I'm a bit surprised to see you here tonight."

"Not too unpleasant a surprise, I hope," he grinned.

"Of course not, I'm glad to know that we are going to continue to do business together."

"That we will," he stared at her.

Hotch and Morgan looked to each other then back towards Dougal, sensing the awkwardness.

"Well, then," Dougal turned to Rory then to Alex. "You know the drill." Dougal walked to the truck and got into the passenger seat.

Alex and Rory exchanged keys. Rory pulled the truck out and after a moment, they were out of sight. Morgan got behind the wheel while Alex got into the back seat, he put his hand on the head rest as he turned back toward her. "Was it just me or was that a bit weird between you two?"

"Is there something we need to know?" Hotch asked.

Alex held her hands up defensively. "I am just as weirded out as you two. I felt as though he expected me to say or do something."

"We are going to have to keep an eye on him," Hotch announced. "Come on, Morgan, let's get out of here."

Just as they cleared the woods they felt a rumbling noise coming from the car. "What the hell?" Morgan exclaimed.

"Sounds like a flat," Alex sat up between the two seats. "Pull over at the church," she pointed.

The trio got out of the car and looked to see a flat tire.

Hotch scanned over their surroundings. "We are pretty exposed right here."

"This is St. Mary's Cathedral," Alex exclaimed. "I think we're pretty safe."

"This seems to fishy to me," Morgan announced with his hand over his gun.

"Stop being so paranoid," Alex opened the trunk and revealed the spare tire. "There, now if the spare was missing, I would think it was a set up."

"Let me do it," Morgan pushed past her and grabbed the tools.

"I can change a tire, you know," she announced with her hands on her hips.

"Oh, I know you can, but you shouldn't have to," Morgan smirked.

Hotch pulled the spare out of the trunk and then rolled it over to Morgan who went to work on the jack. "Why don't you just check out the area just in case?"

"Good idea," Alex nodded and started towards the dark cathedral.

She headed to the edge of the gothic church and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She looked up to the dark stain glass windows and a solemn feeling swept over her. She shook her head as she tried to not think about it.

Alex closed her eyes and let out a deep breath and remembered when she was leaving the hospital a few months prior.

Reid pushed Alex in the wheelchair towards the parking lot. Her sprained wrist was in a sling, she had a black eye and scratches on her face, and a dislocated ankle. He stopped at the edge of the curb. "I'm going to go get the car."

"Wait," she reached out for his arm.

"Yes?" He knelt down next to her to look her in the eye.

"I was thinking that I should transfer out of the field and take that desk job."

"What? Because of this? Alex, you are still recovering, it will take some time after what happened. Don't make a rash decision that you may later regret," he pleaded.

"Spencer, I have thought about this. The past two days I was in the hospital, I've thought about this, I believe it's the right thing to do," she tried to justify.

"I could give you a list of statistics of people who encountered a similar trauma just need time-"

"I am not a statistic, doctor! People got hurt… I got hurt… I-" she started to cry.

"It isn't your fault," Reid tried to explain.

"Yes, it is." Alex shook her head, to stop her tears and tried to speak calmly. "I don't need you to give me data and probabilities on how my life is going to end up from here. What's done is done and I've made up my mind." She picked herself up from the wheelchair and hobbled back towards the car leaving Reid distressed as he watched her.

As soon as Alex reached the passenger side door she heard the bells of the church across the street announcing the hour. She felt as though the bells tolled for her.

Alex stared up at the cathedral and grabbed onto the wrist that was injured as if it were yesterday.

"Everything okay?" Hotch called out. "Alex?"

"Oh, sorry," Alex responded. "Are we ready?"

"Good to go," Morgan announced as he closed the trunk.

"Great," she looked back to the cathedral then back to them. "Let's get going."