Hotch sat at the desk and mulled over the paperwork in front of him appearing a tad bit uneasy.

"I know that look," Rossi remarked as he approached his friend.

"What look is that?" Hotch glanced up questioning.

"The 'we're going to overstay our welcome if we don't come up with something soon' look," Rossi leaned against the edge of the table. "But of course I'm paraphrasing."

"Things on this case haven't progressed as quickly as either Interpol or Strauss have wanted."

"What she complaining about now?" Rossi moaned.

"We were assigned to assist Interpol apprehend The Dullahan. And the only reason why we were brought on in the first place is because of Reid's previous connection with the players involved. And yet we are no closer to his apprehension than when we first arrived," Hotch laid out. "We are going to have to pull out of this case," Hotch added.

"That's it? We're just giving up?" Rossi shot back.

"I can't justify us being here indefinitely, Dave."

"That's Strauss talking," Rossi concluded.

"And she would be right. We have new cases every day that we aren't able to work on because we are over here taking a back seat while UnSubs are continuing their mayhem back in the states."

"Don't tell me about the all the dangerous people out there that are doing terrible things, I wrote the book on it… literally," he added with levity. "Listen, I think we should give this case a little more time. Spencer and Alex are really close on this one, I can feel it."

"And I should tell Strauss that she should allow us to stay based on your gut? Yeah, that would go over well with her," Hotch shook his head.

"I also think this trip, this case has been what Spencer has been needing. There was a lot that went on with him ten years ago, and it hasn't helped him by trying to forget," Rossi explained. "I'll take the heat with Strauss."

Hotch raised his eyebrows with a dubious grin. "We both know the heat never comes down on you."

"What? I can't help being me," he smirked. "But I'm serious, we need to keep working on this… for Reid."

"This isn't a therapy session for their marriage, we are here to do a job and go back home. I can only approve of a couple more days, but then we have to be back to Quantico and our other cases," Hotch said sternly.

Reid sat in a parked car and drummed his thumb on the steering wheel as he waited for his rendezvous with the delivery truck. With his other hand he reached for his phone and dialed.

"Are you as bored as I am?" Alex asked from the parked car across the way.

"It's so dark, I can barely see anything," Reid moaned.

"That's not true… I can see your car, and some trees," she chuckled.

He let out a sigh, "how long have we been out here?"

"About thirty minutes. Why, do you have somewhere more important to be?" Alex asked.

"Just waiting around to pick up a delivery doesn't really help us with our case," he groaned.

"You know what you need? You need some kind of distraction to keep your mind off of waiting," Alex pepped up.

"Like what?"

"Ummm, let me think," she looked toward his car as if she were talking directly to him. Alex let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Reid asked slightly amused.

"I was just thinking the last time we were in a situation like this."

"Which situation was that?" Reid questioned.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me that you aren't immediately thinking of that case we were on in Namur," she grinned.

Reid closed his eyes as he remembered. "I almost forgot about that one, it was on a night just like this."

…

Reid sat in a parked car and drummed his thumb on the steering wheel as he waited for his target. He squinted his eyes as he looked across the road to Alex in her car. He picked up his two-way radio and held down the button. "So, any word on when this guy is going to show up?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," she replied while she looked through her side window. "Do you think the guys are doing okay?"

"Yeah, they're fine. They at least get to be inside while we are out here in the cold waiting for this guy to show up. And worst, I can't even see anything through this fog," he shook his head.

"Hey, it's not like we get to pick the weather conditions when we are out on a mission," she replied. "Wait, there's someone approaching at your three o'clock," she warned.

Reid turned down the volume dial on his radio and casually looked to his right side but didn't notice anyone. He then turned to look in the other directions. A few moments later he picked back up his radio. "Nothing, must be a false alarm."

"Who goes out for walks in this kind of weather?" Alex grumbled. "Shouldn't they be inside watching ER or West Wing or something?"

"I am going to give it another ten minutes for this guy to show. It is too damn cold and plus we have no visibility."

"Charles did say that he left his house and was heading this way on his evening constitutional. So we wait," Alex insisted. "Damn."

"What?"

"More fog just rolled in, I can barely make out your car. We might miss him completely," Alex's eyes were now darting at all angles.

They spent a few minutes off the radio and focused on the road awaiting their target. Reid let out a yelp when a man threw himself against the car window startling him. The man had his two hands against plastered on the window with his mouth making a fog circle around his face. "Hey, can you spare a few francs?" He asked with an obvious intoxicated slur.

"No, I'm sorry," Reid tried to blow him off.

"Oh, please, I'm hungry, and it's cold out here."

Reid let out a sigh and started to crank the window down and held some cash in his hand. The man reached his hand inside as a knife shot out from a metal holder hidden inside his sleeve. He clutched onto it and held it up to Reid's throat.

"Who the hell are you and why are you looking for me?" The man demanded.

Reid realized that he wasn't a bum, but their target instead. "Don't play dumb, you know why we're here." He grabbed his arm and slammed it upward into the open window frame causing him to drop the knife.

The man threw his hands around Reid's neck and pushed himself into the car through the small opening. The two men struggled and wrestled each other in the cab. Reid's left hand was pushing on the arteries in his attacker's throat while his right hand was frantically feeling on the floor for the knife that fell.

Reid felt himself becoming increasingly lightheaded as the grip around his neck grew tighter and he gave up his attempt to find the knife. He then noticed that during the struggle the cigarette lighter was pushed in and was heated up. He pulled it out and then burned it into the man's face. He let out a scream yet didn't loosen his grip around Reid's throat.

With the lighter still hot, he went toward the eye. The man pulled back once he saw the red rings coming toward his face again. Reid didn't hold back and burnt him again under the ear. The two continued to fight again.

Alex watched as the fog began to clear up and still wasn't able to see their target and picked up the radio. "I still got nothing. What about you?" She waited a moment then pressed the button again. "Hey, did you fall asleep over there?"

As Reid and the man struggled his knee went into the car horn and blared. Alex exited her vehicle and rushed to his just in time to see the door open and their target roll out onto the ground. She stared down at him for a moment then up at Reid who was on his stomach looking up at her panting. "I guess he finally showed up."

"Yeah, and you got to have all the fun without me," she snarked as she went down to feel for a pulse. "What the hell is that? Burns?"

"From a cigarette lighter," he tossed her the small metal cylinder. "I always knew smoking could kill."

"Oh my god," she rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"That was bad," she shook her head.

"No it wasn't, it was pretty good," he tried to argue. "Charles will agree with me when I tell him."

"Oh, please don't, then I will never hear the end of it," she sighed.

"It was funny," he insisted. "Uh, what about… cigarettes are killers that travel in packs."

"Please stop," Alex grinned as she feigned covering her ears.

"Smoking is a grave mistake," he announced with a cheesy grin.

...

Reid beamed as they remembered the story. "Those puns were pretty funny," he continued.

"I am so sorry."

"For what?" He questioned.

"For bringing that up again, now you'll be talking about it for weeks."

"Hey, I just thought of another one. It was time for him to be… put out." He chucked to himself.

"I want a divorce," she shook her head.