Alex finished her coffee and dropped it in the nearest trash can on her way to Clancy's bar. She was hoping to be able to get back to work and try and get some more weapons sold. The closer she became to the group, the more information she was hoping to get and hopefully a clue into who was committing the murders around Killarney.

She was informed of the latest decapitation that took place the night before while she was with her husband but unfortunately, there was no other clues for them to follow. Reid was with Colm until they parted ways, but that was an hour or so before the murder took place. He had ample opportunity. Then again, any number of people did. Not too many people had an alibi at 3:00 a.m.

With her hands tucked into the pockets of her padded vest, she crossed the street, only a block away from her destination. She looked down toward her brown knee-high boots then back up to see a dark figure coming her way. As she focused her eyes she could see Hotch standing at the end of the street.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," Alex grinned as she greeted her friend.

"I thought I would meet with you before you headed into the bar," he replied in his typical monotone expression. "Uh, I was thinking we should take a walk."

"That's a grand idea," she boasted and wrapped her arm around his so the two would be walking side-by-side. "You don't need to look so serious," she urged while trying to present a persona of a couple or at least dear friends. With their bodies so close together would give a relaxing attitude and allow them to have an intimate conversation without anyone overhearing or being suspicious.

"I heard you ran into a bit of trouble last night," he stared at her slightly swollen cheek.

"Yeah, apparently they didn't think three against one was an even match, so they added a few more," she snarked.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright with no serious injuries," Hotch announced, sincerely. "Do you think it was another set-up?"

"I initially thought so, but then Colm wasn't around. No one said anything to me. I don't think so, but I am not ruling it out," she replied.

"I understand that Reid was missing for a long period of time yesterday," Hotch stated.

"Mhmm," Alex simply agreed with the statement.

"Do you know where he was?"

Alex paused for a moment and considered her answer. "Yes, I do," she simply replied.

"I know that this is an awkward situation to put you in. You are naturally going to share things with your husband that are for the two of you alone. However, I would not be asking these things if it wasn't necessary," Hotch tried to explain his reasoning.

"It's okay, Aaron. I understand. You are in charge of this team and the mission itself. Therefore it is your responsibility to know what is going on, especially with the key players. But what I will tell you is that I did know where Spencer was and he was safe. He was taking care of a personal matter from the last time he was in this area. It had nothing to do with this case, but it is extremely important for him and I know he wouldn't want to discuss it," Alex expressed trying to accommodate Hotch's inquiring. She knew he was also worried about Reid and cared about his friend.

"I can only imagine what it has been like for the two of you to live the life of a spy. Keeping secrets, keeping friends at bay, and doing things you wouldn't otherwise do in your life."

"Well, we all have things that we will take to our grave. I know I have a few things that I am not proud of, that's for sure," she replied, yet she didn't want to dwell on what those things actually were.

"How are you doing today?" He asked.

She gave a light-hearted shrug. "Oh, you know me, I'm doing fine."

Hotch stopped walking and look down toward her. "Yes, I do know you and I know you would put on a brave pace no matter how you were truly feeling and bottle everything else up. Remember, you aren't alone in this anymore. You are part of our family. Don't forget that."

Alex smirked knowing he was right. "It's funny, that's what Dave tells me, too."

"Well, Dave has a vast knowledge of a great many things," he matched her grin.

"Yeah, that's what he keeps telling me." The two joined together in laughter.

After a long conversation together, they headed back towards Clancy's bar with Alex's arm still around Hotch's. Once they made it a few feet from the bar, Jamie stepped out from the shadows and startled them both.

Hotch quickly moved himself in front of Alex in a protective stance. "What do you want?" Hotch asked as he glared at him.

"Is this what this has come to? I can't even talk to you without your watchdog barking at me?" Jamie asked of Alex in a hurtful tone.

"Well, it's apparent that you can't take no for an answer," Hotch countered.

"Please, we're all adults here, I just would like to talk to Moira for a moment, if I may."

"What do you want, Jamie?" Alex asked, still being sheltered by Hotch.

"I would just like a moment of your time," he stared at her with his doe eyes.

Alex touched Hotch's arm. "It's okay, Flynn." She then turned back to Jamie, "so, what is it?"

"Alone," he looked directly at Hotch. "If possible," he turned back to Alex.

"Go on inside. I'll be right there," Alex insisted.

Hotch looked at his watch then entered the bar. He stepped up to the counter and ordered a scotch then turned back to see Alex talking with Jamie through the window. The conversation seemed innocent enough by their body language.

After he finished his drink he put the glass down and then looked back to his watch to see three minutes had passed. He then turned back to the window but didn't see Alex or Jamie. He took a step back away from the bar for a broader view but still didn't see her.

He rushed out the door and looked left then right. Alex was nowhere to be found. He pulled out his phone and pressed a programed number. "Hey, it's me. We have a problem."