Reid barged into the office building. "Do we have an update?" He asked as he removed his jacket in a hurry.

"We don't have any new information yet," Hotch informed.

"So, what are we waiting for?" Reid asked, "Let's go round everyone up and start questioning them."

"We can't do that," Hotch told him with a stern look.

"We're not going to do anything to find her?" Reid stood in the middle of the room and showed his frustration. "You're going to just let her be killed… if she isn't dead already?"

"Reid, let me speak to you outside," Hotch said as Reid stood and angrily stared back at his boss. "Now, Reid."

Reid grumbled as he followed Hotch, unable to hide his disdain. Once Hotch knew they had privacy, he meant to talk some sense into his friend. "You know we can't pull people in here and question them. We can't give up our cover, especially yours. Whoever has her might not even know she is undercover. If we expose her, then her life will most certainly be in danger. None of us want that."

"So, what are we doing?" Reid asked a bit calmer.

"I already have Morgan picking up Jamie since he was the last one to see Alex and I believe he had something to do with it."

"Good, I want to talk with him," Reid demanded.

"No, Morgan and I will handle this. You won't get anywhere near it," Hotch warned.

Alex bounced around in the trunk of a car with a hood over her head and her hands tied behind her back. She realized that she had been drugged and wasn't sure how long she had been there or anywhere else before that trip.

She felt the car come to a stop and tried to feel around for anything to be used as a weapon but wasn't able to find anything. She also realized that her knives were removed, including the one under her shirt. She knew the best thing to do was to wait for the best opportunity to act and to be patient until then.

The trunk opened and even though she was wearing a hood she could see the light coming through the fabric and was sure she heard the ocean close by. She tried to get her bearings as she was yanked out of the trunk and then dragged along a dirt path.

She was put up onto her feet and forced to walk. A man stood behind her and held onto her arms as he pushed her ahead of him. He finally stopped walking and planted her in a particular spot. "Stand there," he ordered.

Alex hadn't heard his voice before and wasn't sure who he was or who he was working for. The only thing she could assume was that her cover was blown and that Reid and the rest of the team were in danger.

"Do you know where you are?" He asked.

"No," she replied. She had a pretty good idea that she was next to the shore. However, with the sharp breeze she felt and how distant the waves were crashing, she figured out that she was standing on a cliff and could only imagine how many feet down it was to the bottom.

"Well, let me help you out, then," he pulled off her hood to reveal that she was standing on a narrow rock that resembled a plank out over the open water.

She didn't want to take comfort in the fact that she was right about where she was because she knew that she was most likely going to die there. She couldn't help but squint her eyes after them being shaded for so long and now out in the open sun.

"Now do you know where you are?" A familiar voice asked.

Alex turned to see Dougal sitting on a rock only a few feet away from her. He sat with his feet dangling off the edge almost as if he were sitting on the tailgate of his own pick-up truck. "Dougal? What the hell is going on?"

"I asked if you knew where you were," he brought the conversation back around.

"From what I can tell it is the shore on the southern side of the island, off of the Ring of Kerry," she surmised.

"You would be correct. And do you know why you are here?"

"Because I was kidnapped and brought here," she said dryly.

"No, you're here to answer for your crimes."

Morgan gave a strong smack across Jamie's face to bring him into consciousness.

Jamie's eyes shot open and darted around to take in his surroundings and realized he was in the back of a van.

"Where is she?" Morgan demanded to know.

"Where's who?" Jaime sassed in response.

Morgan smacked him again. "Where's Moira?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied as he spat out blood.

"You can go ahead and play games. You're just making it harder on yourself."

"You think smacking me around like I'm your bitch is going to make a difference to me?"

"You know what, you're right. Let's go." He demanded as he grabbed him by the zip ties holding his wrists together and opened the back doors to the van.

"Is it my turn?" Hotch asked.

"Yup. Jamie decided he wanted to do this the hard way."

Hotch dropped a large six foot chain down on the ground at Jamie's feet.

"What you going to chain me to a tree?" Jamie huffed in condescension.

"No, we're going to chain you to the van," Morgan grinned.

"And drive around town," Hotch added.

"What?" Jamie began to show fear. "You're not serious."

"You bet your ass we are," Morgan attached the chain to the vehicle and gave a strong tug, shaking the van in the process. "This end is ready."

Hotch added a smaller chain around his wrists and attached the large chain to him. "All secure."

"Come on you guys," Jamie pleaded.

"It's too late for that," Morgan patted his face. "Unless there's something you want to tell us."

Jamie stood silently as a million thoughts ran through his head.

Hotch and Morgan wasted no time and got into the car and turned the engine over. Hotch lightly pushed on the gas pedal and the van slowly moved forward. Jamie felt the tug against his wrists then rushed to the back of the van and banged on the window. Hotch pushed on the pedal a bit more and smirked toward Morgan. Jamie pounded even harder. "Come on! I'll tell you! Just please stop!" He yelled as he started running to avoid being pulled.

Hotch stopped and they both exited the vehicle.

"Tell us now," Morgan demanded.

"Okay, but let me go first."

Morgan looked back to Hotch, "Let's go for a ride."

"No wait! I'll tell you want you want to know."