Alex stepped out from the steamy bathroom as she rubbed the towel through her damp hair. She slipped on a pair of plaid pajama pants and a plain grey t-shirt while humming Crazy to herself. When suddenly she noticed her ceiling light flicker.

She climbed up onto her bed and twisted off the glass dome then unscrewed the affected lightbulb leaving the other two working ones in the fixture. After returning the dome to its place, she walked toward the edge of the bed. She looked down to the floor and instantly recalled standing on that narrow rock and the gut-wrenching feeling that she tried to shake.

Alex slowly lowered herself down and sat on the foot of the bed. She closed her eyes and took long, steady breaths to be able to calm herself down. She had faced death so many times that she had lost count, but she couldn't understand why this time was different.

There were four quick knocks on her window causing her to jump off the bed in a start. Once realizing that it was Spencer, she went to let him in. "There are easier ways for you to get in here," she groaned.

"I know, but this way was more fun," he smirked as he bounced into the room. He then rushed toward the door and double checked that the room was locked up.

"Of course I locked the door," she responded a bit irked at his assumption then returned back to sit on the bed before she was startled by him.

"So, are you doing okay? I heard you had a bumpy ride in the trunk of a car," he seated himself next to her.

"Yeah, and almost pushed off a cliff. Let's not forget about that fun part," she snarked.

Reid became noticeably uncomfortable, got up from the bed and stepped away from her. "I had a very interesting conversation with Rossi today."

"About what?"

"He asked me about Jacob Kavanagh," he stated matter-of-factly.

"He what?" Alex looked to him with widened eyes. "How did he find out? What did he say to you?"

"Well, when Hotch and Morgan went to find you, I was out on the terrace at the office when he came to talk to me." He stood in front of her as he told her what took place.

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?"

Rossi took a few steps closer to Reid. "I have a few friends at the CIA and I called in a favor."

"What kind of favor?" Reid asked a bit hesitant.

"I wanted to get as much information on your previous work here as I could, that they would actually be able to tell me, that is. That's when I found out about Jacob. And listen, Spencer, you don't have to go through this alone. You did what you had to do."

Alex nodded to herself as she thought the whole thing over. "Do you think the others know, too? What about Aaron?"

"No, he said that the information he had was just for him unless it was absolutely necessary for him to share," Reid said softly. He appeared to be a bit at ease having someone else who knew the truth and understood the burden he was under.

"And is that what's bothering you?" Alex asked noticing him uneasy.

"No, it's not that," Reid brushed if off.

"Spencer," Alex got up and put a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Reid instantly turned around and stepped away from his wife. "You really have no idea, do you, Alex?"

"Wha—" Alex stared back at him dumfounded.

"Do you know what I went through today?" Reid blasted.

"What you went through?" Alex snapped back. "Let's get some perspective here, Spencer. I was the one who was practically dangling off the ledge of a cliff this afternoon!"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about! Your life was in danger and there was nothing I could do about it. The last time I felt like that was right after the bombing. I sat on a plane for over twelve hours. I didn't even know if you were alive. I wasn't able to focus on anything. I squirmed in my seat and shook my foot and bit my nails until I made it to the hospital."

"Spencer, I know it must have been difficult for you," Alex tried to sympathize.

"Here I was again, in a similar situation. I had no idea if you were alive or dead. You were abducted off the street, taken god-knows-where, and worst of all, I was benched. I wasn't able to go out there and look for you. Do you know what that did to me?" Reid rambled on in front of her, uninterested in her answers. "And where do I find out where you are? The one place in Ireland that I can't even think about without getting sick to my stomach. I already have Jacob's death there, I couldn't bear the thought of you dying there, too."

"Please calm down," Alex tried to urge him. "This is exactly what Rossi was talking about," she said to herself.

"What was that?" Reid looked back to her.

"He said something about how marriage will change how we work together. And I can see now what he was talking about," she uttered.

"So, Rossi thinks we're doomed to work together because we are married?" Reid snapped.

Alex let out a sigh. "No, he wasn't saying that. And besides, I was telling him how our new marital status wouldn't change our working relationship. That we are solid."

Reid looked down toward the carpet and mulled over a thought. "We're solid? Seriously, Alex? You were almost blown up three months ago and you practically shut me out since then. There is something bothering you, we've at least acknowledged that, yet you won't talk to me about it! How can you think that our marriage is solid?"

Alex moved to face her husband. "You agreed that we would wait until after this mission to discuss it. We need to focus on finding out who the Dullahan is and stopping him as well as that gang. Once this is wrapped up and we are back home, I promise that we will take the time we need for each other."

"It's becoming increasingly more difficult to accept that. But I trust that you will confide in me when the timing is right. But please promise me something, Alex," he looked to her with cow eyes.

"What's that?"

"Please don't let this fester any more than it already has."

"I promise," she took his hand in hers and gave a reassuring squeeze.