Alex rushed into the office building and charged upstairs. She entered their temporary headquarters and looked around the room. Her face was scrunched as she realized that her husband wasn't there. She thought about all the places she had already been looking for him and her anxiety was increasing.

Hotch looked up from his paperwork and realized that she was showing all the signs of being in distress. "Alex?" Hotch called out with concern.

Alex let out a sigh with her hands on her hips. "Have you seen Spencer?"

"No, I'm sorry," he responded while he continued to study her.

"Do you have any idea where he would be? I have been trying to get ahold of him for a while now and I searched everywhere. We talked about meeting up here later today, but I can see he's not here either," she remarked a bit frazzled.

Hotch titled his head and closed the folder containing his work. He got up from the table and moved a few steps closer to his friend. "Is everything alright?"

"I just really need to speak to him," she blurted as she shook the anxiety from her body through her hands.

"Something about the case?" He continued to probe moving another step closer.

"No," she waved him off. "There's just something I need to tell him. Something I've needed to tell him but I just wouldn't allow myself to," she babbled as she paced in front of him. "I'll just go back out there and look for him." She pulled her car keys from her pocket.

"I can't let you drive right now," Hotch protested.

"Oh please, enough with driving jabs, Aaron, I don't need that right now," she closed her eyes in frustration.

"That's exactly what I mean. Alex, you are in no condition to drive right now." He pulled out a chair toward her. "Come, have a seat."

"I don't have time for this, and you don't know what you're talking about, there is nothing wrong with me, I am perfectly fine!" She argued.

"Alex, will you just stop for a moment? Look at yourself, you're shaking. Please have a seat," Hotch insisted.

Alex looked down at her hands to see them trembling and then slowly moved toward the chair he prepared for her.

"Can I get you some water?" Hotch asked and moved toward the seat next to her.

"No… thank you," she responded as she stared at the table.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked as his eyes focused on her.

"You know, I consider myself to be pretty smart. For as long as I can remember I have had to make life or death decisions and I think I've been pretty good at it. I have taken down international gangsters singlehandedly, I've parachuted from the top of the Tokyo Skytree, and defused a bomb with nothing more than a chopstick! Yet when it comes to my personal life, I always seem to fuck it up," she dropped her head into her hands.

"Talk to me, Alex, maybe I can help," Hotch knew she was coming apart at the seams. "You might feel better to get it out."

Alex parted her fingers still in front of her face and looked up to him. "I wouldn't even know where to start." She then sat herself up and took a deep breath. "I've been keeping something from Spencer and now it's gone too far to just mention. Keeping it from him was never meant as anything malicious, I just didn't see the importance of telling him before. But now things have changed, he deserves to know, but I am so afraid of hurting him that it makes it so much more difficult to do," she managed to get her sentence out before she broke down crying.

Hotch scooched himself closer to her and took her into his arms. She planted her face against his chest as he comforted her. She worked to hold back her tears as she turned up to look at him. "It's just so unfair, I feel like I am always the one who is breaking his heart."

"What's going on?" Reid stood in the doorway staring at them in an overtly comfortable position.

Hotch moved his hands from her back onto her shoulders and gently pushed her away from him. "I think it's time you two talk," he stood up. "I will give you some time alone. Call me if you need anything… either of you."

Reid kept his focus on his wife and blatantly gave Hotch the cold shoulder as he walked past him.

Alex tried to wipe the tears from her face. "I was looking for you, where have you been?" She asked with a strained voice.

"Never mind that," Reid snapped; he then calmed himself down to collect his thoughts. "You know for weeks, months to be more precise, I've been trying to get you to talk to me, to tell me what's been bothering you, because I knew you were keeping something from me. I tried to give you some space, I wanted you to come to me when you were ready. But what do you do, you go to Hotch. Do I want to know what's going on between you two?"

Alex quickly changed from misery to anger as she listened to him and then stood up. "Don't be ridiculous. Aaron is my friend and nothing more than that. He saw that I was upset and he just wanted to help. I know how frustrating it has been for you because I've been pushing you away and shutting you out. Believe me, I've never wanted to hurt you."

"Then tell me Alex… what's going on?" He grabbed onto her hands and led her back to her seat. He looked up to her solemnly, and spoke to her tenderly. "Ever since we lost the baby you have been pushing everything away. You have every right to be heartbroken but you won't even discuss the prospect of trying again. You wanted to quit your job and even talked about us moving to Las Vegas with my mom. Alex, you're running from something and I know that it's about more than the miscarriage. Please, I just want to understand and help."

Alex did what she could to keep her emotions in check, yet her lips began to quiver and her eyes welled up. "There's something I haven't told you and I need to." She took in a slow breath to steady herself and then let it out willing herself to speak. "I was pregnant once before."

"What? When?" Reid asked trying to be supportive.

"When Harris Knight manipulated me and pretended to be Gino. I was actually going to tell him but that is when I discovered the truth and I then I knew that I had to figure out what I was going to do. But then I miscarried." She spoke honestly, yet couldn't look him in the eye.

Reid stared back and her as he tried to process the news. "Alex, why didn't you tell me? You shouldn't have gone through that alone. Charles or I, hell, even Hugh would have—"

"I was dealing with so much at the time. He was threatening your life, I was forced to do things I didn't want to, so I just decided it was best to keep everything locked up," she tried to justify.

"That happened a long time ago. You have to know that I would never think differently of you because of something that happened before we were even married. We were two different people then, we've both changed," Reid encouraged.

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?" He put his hand to her face as he gazed into her eyes.

"Well, there's a chance, I mean I don't know," she stammered over her choice of words. She finally decided to just come out with it and looked him in the eye. "There's a strong possibility that I might not be able to have children. All I want for us is to have a family and it would just kill me if I couldn't give us a child," Alex broke down and fell into his arms.

"We've gone through so much already. We can get through anything; we will get through this," he held onto her tightly.