The thugs of Colm's crew had been returning man-by-man over the past hour. They had already begun their celebrating with beer and whiskey when the Jaguar's powerful motor echoed as it drove into their warehouse. Colm revved the engine causing the men to cheer. He stepped out of the car placing his arm over the top of the vehicle and gave a confident smirk as he basked in their ovation.

Reid exited and stayed behind with the vehicle as he watched the crew swarm around their boss. He scanned the area and tilted his head with curiosity when he didn't see Alex, Morgan, or Hotch anywhere in sight. He hoped they were okay but knew it would be too conspicuous to call them at that time. Instead, he fit in with the crowd as Colm moved toward the truck.

Reid stood on the outskirts of the crowd with his arms crossed, leaning against the table to watch Colm bask in his glory. Colm pulled himself up the back step and flipped the lock to the storage container. He then turned to address his crew. "Good things come to those who wait. But sometimes you need to cut in the queue and nick it all for yourself!"

Reid smirked at Colm's remark then stood up straight as he focused on the container door. "That's not the truck," he uttered to himself. They changed the numbers of each truck to make them all look similar; however, Reid remembered every scratch, bump, and nick in the trunk they found the statues in. He knew that they had one of the decoys in their warehouse.

Unsure of what to do, Reid went through multiple variables but assumed the deadliest, that Alex and his friends were involved, but uncertain to what extent.

Colm opened the doors, and his face dropped when he didn't see the boxes of baby dolls. Instead, he saw boxes of DVDs in their place. Fire lit his eyes as he pushed through them toward the back of the container, but the crates weren't there.

Colm's fists clenched as he took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. He then turned around more calmly, almost in a trance. He slowly walked back toward his men. Reid felt each step echo in his head as he waited for the backlash that was about to erupt. Colm stood in the container, looking down on his henchmen and then spoke to them in a smooth, placid tone. "This is not my container," he said to everyone's shock. "And if you don't want to feel pain that you never imagined, pain that will make you beg for it to stop, that will make you hope death is coming for you, even as you know it never will; then I suggest each and every one of you…" he stared them down. "Find me my treasure!" He yelled.

The group was unsure what to do, the looked around to each other all knowing that they played their parts; when one man shouted, "where are those damn Americans?"

"I'm on it," Reid announced and went to the Jaguar.

"Nixer!" Colm called out as he jumped from the truck and walked to his friend. He grabbed onto his arm and pulled him from the rest of the men. "Are you playing me?" His deadened eyes stared at him.

"No," Reid matched his stare.

"I know she's your mott, but remember what side you're on." Colm tapped his finger on Reid's chest.

"Having a feak with her doesn't mean she's my misses," Reid answered back, denying he has a serious relationship with Alex. "But, with the times I have spent with her, I've picked up on a thing or two. I will be able to get her."

"Good. And you better not hames this up!" Colm warned.

Reid nodded then peeled out in the Jaguar. He pulled out his phone and dialed.

"Oh good, you're okay! I was so worried," Garcia rambled as she answered.

"Where's Alex?" He demanded.

"She's not with you?" She quickly typed and pulled up location tracers on the team out in the field.

"I'm not getting anything," she uttered. "They're all offline. Alex, Hotch, and Morgan," she paused thinking the worst. "What does this mean?"

"I don't know yet. But I am pretty sure that they were set up. I need you to call me if they come back online," Reid announced as he shifted gears.

"What are you doing?" Garcia asked.

"I've been sent out to find them. And we better hope that I'm first because if not, they will be killed."

"Oh, my god," Garcia said with tear-filled eyes. "Um, I can get you the address of where they were before their phones were turned off. I don't know if that will help or not."

"Anything is better than nothing at this moment," Reid admitted. "Wait, hold on a minute," he put his phone down in his lap as he saw the flashing blue lights in his mirror. He pressed on the gas and weaved between the cars heading down a one-way street.

Reid continued down that street, leading out of town. He made it to a two-lane road and continued to move between lanes to bypass the slower moving vehicles. He then found his way out. He merged to the left, at the end of the road then went through the round-about in the opposite direction. The Garda behind him was unable to make the turn that quickly and went through the wall.

Reid picked back up the phone. "Sorry about that," he said nonchalantly.

"What just happened?" Garcia asked a bit worried.

"Nothing, I handled it. I need you to call Easter, get these cops off my tail," he urged as he quickly swerved down a side street.

"You got it, what are you driving?"

"I'm the one in the white Jaguar who just caused a car to drive into a wall. So, get them to back off, so I don't cause any more accidents. Now, send me that address."

Garcia typed away. "Sent. And Rossi is on with Easter now, you should be clear, but he can't keep them off you forever, so don't cause too much trouble," she warned.

"No promises. I need to get to Alex first," Reid tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"I know you have a lot on your mind right now, but there is something you need to know," Garcia said a bit hesitant.

"Garcia is it really that important right now?" Reid questioned.

"Oh, believe me, buttercup, you're going to want to hear this."