With Reid out of the room, the team disgusted their next move.

"We have to go get her," Morgan urged.

"She could be anywhere, the Ring of Kerry is miles upon miles of road along the coast," Prentiss explained as she pointed to the map. "And that all depends on if Jamie was telling the truth in the first place."

"He was," Hotch confirmed.

"Anything yet on her phone?" Morgan asked to Garcia who was sitting at her computer.

"Not yet, but I have an alert set to notify me the moment it comes on," Garcia announced.

"So what's the plan?" JJ asked as she stared at her boss.

"Morgan and I will start down towards the coast and hopefully we will get an update once we get there. It could take at least an hour and we should have a good head start," Hotch explained.

"We also will look like her team just trying to locate her, and would be less suspicious if cops were on the road," Morgan added.

JJ turned back toward the door where Reid walked out moments earlier. "And what about?"

Hotch shot a quick glance to Rossi. "Don't worry," Rossi stepped forward. "I will take care of it."

"Good," Hotch nodded then turned toward the door with Morgan on his tail.

Rossi headed toward Garcia as she was typing on her keyboard and leaned in a bit closer to her. "So, am I to understand that you know what has been bothering Reid about this road?"

"Um, I don't know what you're talking about," Garcia horribly lied as she stared at her screen.

"Penelope," Rossi said sweetly.

"Alright," Garcia looked back up toward the senior agent. "Yes, I do know. Alex told me, but she made me swear not to tell anyone."

Rossi thought for a moment and gave her a subtle grin as he walked out to the patio to where Reid was stewing and sitting on the edge of a brick planter. Rossi leaned himself against the wall a few feet away and put his hands in his pockets. "Talk to me, kid."

"There isn't anything to talk about," replied like a brooding teenager.

"Something has been gnawing at you since we've been in Ireland. And when the Ring of Kerry was mentioned you nearly jumped out of your skin. What is the story with that stretch of road?"

"I appreciate what you're trying to do, Rossi—"

"Does this have anything to do with Jacob Kavanagh?" Rossi asked outright.

Reid's eyes widened as he turned toward his friend. "How did you hear about him?"

Hotch kept his eyes on the winding road while searching his side of the vehicle for any sign of where Alex could be while Morgan stared off toward the ridge of the coastline.

"There aren't too many turn-off areas around here," Hotch observed.

"There's one right over there past those rocks," Morgan pointed out. "I think we should pull over for a bit."

The agents exited the vehicle so they could get a better understanding for the area. "It looks like there isn't much here except for a very long drop," Morgan stood a few feet away from the precipice.

"Maybe there's something we're missing," Hotch started toward the rock formation. He climbed his way up and took a look around. "I don't see anything other than the landscape," he remarked while smacking the dust from his hands.

"Where could they have taken her?" Morgan asked.

"I say we keep driving, we might know it when we see it," Hotch headed back toward the car.

They continued down the highway when Morgan looked to his phone and quickly answered. "I hope you've been touched by the luck of the Irish, baby girl."

"Oh, you know it," Garcia's voice blared from the speaker. "I got all the lucky charms' marshmallows up in here. Like the hearts, stars, horseshoes, clovers—"

"Garcia," Hotch interrupted.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Thank you for that. Alex's phone turned on, she's only a few miles in front of you. Or kilometers... or something. Either way, she's close."

Morgan held the phone closer to his lips. "Can you get us the—"

"GPS coordinates?" Garcia interjected. "Already sent to your phones."

"Thanks, mama."

"Anything for you, my chocolate thunder."

With the new information, Hotch pressed on the gas. After a few moments of weaving through the cars, they found the vehicle they assumed she was in.

"Is that her in the back seat?" Morgan questioned.

"I'm pretty sure it is," Hotch responded without getting too close.

"Okay, so how do we find out for sure?" Morgan asked. "We can't just keep tailing this one incase it isn't."

"Hold on and keep an eye on her," Hotch announced just as he slowly allowed his car to drift into oncoming traffic and just as he expected, the car approaching leaned on his horn and Hotch make a loud swerve to get back into the lane.

Alex turned to see what was going on from the back seat of the car and noticed her friends. Morgan caught her eye and gave a nod. Hotch then backed off to keep up their tail but at a good distance.

Morgan monitored the vehicle's location on the GPS as they stayed at least a mile back. "They're heading back into town. I wonder if they will drop her back off at the bar."

"I don't think it is safe to assume anything yet," Hotch tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Alright, they're slowing down; just up this street," Morgan kept his eyes on the dot on his phone that suddenly stopped moving then looked back up. "I don't see the car."

"That's because the car's gone, look!" Hotch pointed to Alex who was walking down the sidewalk. Hotch slowed down in the middle of the road and stuck his head out of the driver's side window. "Hey lady, need a ride?"

Alex attempted to hold in her smile then rushed to the car and jumped into the back seat. "Thanks guys. Boy am I excited to see you, both!"

Hotch sped off and whipped around the next corner in case they were being watched or followed. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, a bit shaken, but I'm okay," she admitted.

"Was there a purpose for your joy ride along the coast?" Morgan turned back toward her.

"Yeah, apparently he wanted to scare the crap out of me. I had a hood over my face and was in the trunk of the car, then I was lead out to the edge of the cliff as a sort of sick, twisted test," she explained.

"What?" Morgan was a bit surprised. "To test you for what?"

"To join his crew." She then stared out to the street. "You should turn here," she leaned forward closer to Hotch.

"I don't need a backseat driver, it's bad enough when you're the real thing," he dryly quipped.

"Ah ha, ah ha," Alex gave a sarcastic laugh and leaned back into her seat.

"I don't understand," Morgan started. "Aren't you already working for him?"

"I just provide guns to them. He wants me to be on their team. To actually be a part of their decisions and to get to be in on the action. Believe me, this is the 'in' we were hoping for."