Alex, Hotch, and Morgan bounced around in the back of a cargo van with a few others from Dougal's crew on their way to Fenit.

"How long will it take to get there?" Morgan asked Alex.

"It's about 45 minutes away. But since we are traveling by night, should go by a little quicker," she replied.

Hotch couldn't help but notice the others in the van were whispering to each other about Alex. However, he was unsure of what their motives were.

Alex appeared distinguished among the gruff and grizzled men around her. To them, she could have been Grace Kelly. However, her bodyguards were no Cary Grant.

Hotch and Morgan had made sure to look the opposite of suave and debonair. They appeared large and imposing sitting on either side of their petite boss.

Alex reached down into her knee high boot and pulled out a long, slender, metal case and flipped it open. She suddenly revealed a nail file and was smoothing out her manicure as if she were in her dentist's waiting room. At that moment Hotch put the pieces together.

He watched as all the other men in the van changed their view of Alex. They leered at her differently and smirked at each other. Hotch shot a glance to Morgan, who also knew that Alex was playing a game, but he wasn't exactly sure what she was after.

"Oy, you're Moira, right?" The Scottish brogue rang out from the man sitting directly across from Alex.

"That's right," she responded without lifting her eyes from her fingers.

The Scotsman turned to his friend with a grin then back to her. "Is it true that you pumped your way onto this team?" He laughed with his mates at her.

She continued to file her nails as Morgan turned to her with a questioning look. She stopped and turned to her friend. "He is implying that I had sex with someone to be here," she said coolly.

Morgan stirred in his seat. He didn't want to be there, let alone deal with a jackass and his friends. Morgan looked down to see Alex touch his knee. He had come to trust her and tried to settle himself down.

"Oh, I figured it out," the Scotsman bellowed again. "You are here to fill some sort of equal opportunity quota." He and his friends burst out laughing.

Hotch held his composure as he studied every one of their insecurities. He knew they were also picked on because they were Americans and most likely untrusted in their small group.

Alex decided she had enough and opened back up the metal case to put her nail file back where she retrieved it. However, on the other side of the case was what looked like an ice pick, yet it was extremely sharp and hand a small handle on it reminiscent of a conductor's baton.

Hotch took notice of the weapon in her hand and leaned into her. "I don't think you should."

"That's the difference between you and me," she smiled up at him. "I do."

"So, are these two here to protect you?" He teased using a sissy voice. "Or are they here to do your job for you?"

"You should quit while you're ahead," Morgan urged.

"It's okay; we don't mind that she's here. Gives us something to look at. I wouldn't mind having a good chug at her," he stuck his tongue out as he snickered.

"That did it," Hotch said to himself.

In one swift stroke, Alex plunged the sharpened piece of metal down between the Scotsman's legs, puncturing his inner thigh, enough to cause pain but not serious injury. He instantly yelped then she grabbed him by the collar with her free hand and pulled him closer to her and said, "Get tae fuck, you twally! You and your knob aren't going to have anything to do with me. If you look or even think about me in the future, I'll cut your tadger off! Do you understand you piece of shite minger?"

He was in such a state of shock that he nodded for what seemed like an eternity. She gave him a mocking pat on his cheek and pulled out the steel from his leg. Alex wiped the blood on his pants then returned it to its case. She then leaned back in her seat as if nothing happened.

Her victim held onto his leg with his hand while his body shook from the shock. His friends sat silently next to him until the van stopped a few minutes later. She looked over at him. "Would you care to get out first?"

He held out his hand toward the door. "Ladies first."

"Thank you, that's so kind of you," she said condescendingly.

Alex gathered with Hotch and Morgan off to the side while the others disembarked the van. Morgan watched the C students that gathered around the area. "How are we supposed to pull off a billion dollar heist with dumb, dumber, and dumbest over there?"

"Where are Colm and Dougal?" Hotch asked, a bit more focused.

Alex did a quick glance around the area then turned back to her friends. "Colm is supposed to be with the containers. He wanted to personally verify that they were the correct ones and not leave that up to someone else to mess it up."

"Do you know what it is supposed to be?" Morgan questioned.

"I don't know for sure, but from the bits and pieces I've overheard, it's something that belongs in a museum," Alex explained.

"I will get Garcia on this as soon as we are done for tonight, so we know what we are dealing with," Hotch added. He quickly glanced around then back to Alex. "Where is Reid in all of this?"

"He's on Colm's team, probably already at the shipyard," Alex surmised.

Reid walked past the guard, two feet behind Colm. They had their run of the place, yet Colm headed to a specific container. Once they verified the numbers, Reid used the bolt cutters, and they worked on pulling the heavy doors open.

"Here we go. Everything I have been working for comes down to this moment," Colm grinned as he held up his flashlight into the cavern.

Reid couldn't hide the shock on his face once he realized what he was looking at.