Reid closed his eyes for a moment then opened with a higher purpose. "So, you're basically telling me that you're a criminal mastermind. You orchestrated all of this madness just to play mind games with me?"

"Yeah, that's the general idea," Jannon replied. He still had his gun pointed in Morgan's direction.

"What's your plan now that I'm here? You going to shoot us all?" Reid asked.

"Shoot? Heavens no. I really don't like guns, but they are good to keep around, just in case," he popped off another shot in Morgan's direction without looking.

Alex reached for one of her blades. "That's it, I'm going to put an end to this."

Hotch put his hand on hers. "Not yet," he urged.

"Do you think he got the message?" Jannon asked. "Or should I fire another one? Perhaps a little closer? Or should I just point the thing at you?" He turned the barrel to Reid standing a few feet in front of him.

Reid stepped forward and swatted the gun from his hand then whipped back with his fist against Jannon's jaw. They then took turns punching each other in the face then followed by blocking additional blows. They both moved swiftly, and skillfully. They bobbed and weaved around getting closer and closer to the side of the cliff right above any traffic driving by.

The sky grew darker as the evening approached. Their fighting wouldn't be as noticeable to the travelers on the road. Alex and Hotch were able to see clearly from where they were standing.

Morgan used the opportunity to climb up the cliff to help his friend, but when he reached the top, he was surprised to see Reid on top of Jannon with his hand pressed against his throat and his other one a clenched fist held in the air, threatening to come down.

"Now, you tell me. That's why you brought me here isn't it? To tell me?" Reid snarled at him.

Jannon coughed with laughter. "See… smart." He tapped the side of his temple with his finger.

Reid squeezed his throat enough to lift his head off the ground then thrashed it back down. "Tell me!" he demanded.

"Alright," Jannon uttered with a strained voice. "I'll tell you." He felt the hold around his neck relax and he coughed a few more times. "Could I get some water?"

Reid smacked him across the face. "Tell me."

"That poor little boy, clung onto you like a puppy, but you didn't seem to mind. In fact, I think you liked it. I think you felt like you were showing him that there was more than the life we were leading… or you were pretending to lead, rather. And then one day, just like that, you throw him under the bus," Jannon said.

"That's not what happened," Reid denied.

"That's exactly what happened. Oisin was suspecting a mole, and you had to have someone take the heat off you. So, you threw it all on the newcomer, Jacob. Sure, let the runt take the hit, no one will miss him. Except for poor Mrs. Kavanaugh." Jannon pretended to weep.

"Jacob wasn't supposed to be there."

"But he was there. Don't you remember the part where I said he followed you around like a puppy? Surely you haven't forgotten, I said it just a moment ago."

"Stop playing games!" Reid shouted.

"But that's why we're here. Tit for tat. You want something from me, and I want something from you." He flashed a grin.

"If you think you are getting any kind of deal, you are delusional."

Jannon burst with laughter. "I don't want a deal. I won't be alive long enough to use it. No, no, no. What I want is far superior to anything else you can offer me."

"And what might that be?" Reid asked.

Morgan stood close by, towering over them. "You're playing his game; you're doing what he wants. Let's just get out of here."

Reid turned up to his friend. "I can't do that. You don't understand. I need answers, and if I don't do this, I will never get them."

"It's true you know," Jannon added. "If you take me away from here before I am ready, then I will be as silent as the grave."

"Talk."

"Did you tell Moira about Jacob? Did she hold you while you cried for him? I know you cried."

"You leave her out of this."

"Seems I've struck a nerve. She must be more than just a good ride for you to get all protective."

"Hey man, watch your tone," Morgan threatened.

"Ohh." Jannon looked back to Reid. "Does she divide and conquer?" He clicked his tongue and flashed a wink.

Reid punched him in the face, then again. He went to strike him a third time, but Morgan grabbed onto his arm. "That's enough; he's got the point."

"Whoa, feisty today, are we?

"That's it, get him out of here. I don't care anymore. I have all the answers I needed. I wasn't responsible for Jacob's death. I'm really not interested in anything else you have to say," Reid announced before picking himself up and stepped away.

"So, you aren't interested in how I helped bung his mouth and tape it shut? Just think, that could have been you. But you sent little Jacob in your stead. Oisin got wind that the guy from the crew who was moving the drugs on the Ring of Kerry was the snitch. But I guess it worked out for you in the long run. You didn't get caught." Jannon smirked.

Reid rushed toward him, but Morgan grabbed hold under his arms to keep him from moving. "You were with me when we found him!" Reid shouted. "You did that to him and then helped me search for him?"

"He cried for his mother. But he never once betrayed you. He could have told us that you were the person supposed to be driving that night and that he insisted on doing it for you. You didn't mind; of course, it took the heat off you. I'm sure you had more important things to do that night. Now, what was it that was more pressing? Hmmm, let me think. Oh, I know. You were shagging that tart, Colleen. I hear she has two little brats, now. Could you be the father?" Jannon stared at him with a grin as he stood up.

Reid clenched his fist, trying to control his anger. "He was only a teenager… a child."

"I've seen grown men unable to do what he did. He could have ratted you out. But he kept your secret. He wouldn't say a single thing." Jannon took a step forward. "Not even when we sliced him open, he still wouldn't talk. He lied there, gurgling his last, yet none of it was about you. You should be proud of your little protégé."

Reid closed his eyes in anguish. Jannon seized the opportunity and charged. Morgan rushed to stop him. Jannon pulled a hidden knife and pushed into Morgan's gut. He looked down at the handle sticking out of him then with a shocked look he fell to the ground.

Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ pulled up just in time to see their friend collapse while Reid and Jannon resumed their fist fight. JJ immediately contacted Easter to send the closest ambulance as possible.

Hotch leaned in toward Alex. "I think it's time now," he suggested.

Alex pulled out one of her throwing knives and balanced it between her fingers.

"What do you think you're going to do?" Rossi questioned. "There's too much of a margin for error."

"Not if I calculate it right," she kept her eye on her target.

Reid's back was to his friends as he continued his fight. He needed to hurry to be able to save Morgan. Reid was angry and let that shadow his judgment on the best and logistical places to land his blows. He was just striking with blind rage. But something happened that made him stop.

"Bangkok!" Alex shouted.

As soon as Reid heard that word, he swung around Jannon's side leaving him wide open. Before Jannon could take a breath, a blade landed in his chest. He took a few steps back then ended up falling on his back.

Reid rushed to him and leaned over his former friend. While leaving the knife in place, he ripped open his shirt and calculated where he was struck. "You know, my wife is good, but it appears she just missed your heart. You might actually make it out of this."

Jannon chuckled at the thought. "Good 'ole Nixer," he coughed. "Always playing the hero."

"The funny thing about going undercover to be someone else is that I get to embrace who they are. Nixer isn't a hero. He isn't a good man at all. In fact, he downright bad." Reid grabbed ahold of the tang and twisted it around in Jannon's chest. He then tilted it to the side and swirled it around again. "There, is that better?"

Jannon tried to laugh, but a cough was the only thing he was able to muster, with blood on his lips. He took a breath then opened his mouth again. "I told you I wasn't going to live long enough for a deal." He coughed a few more times then finally struggled to breathe. His head laid back as he slowly exhaled his last.

Reid rushed to Morgan who was already being cared for by the others. "Are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me, I've been through worse," Morgan reported.

"No, you haven't," Reid corrected.

"You would know, kid." He smirked.

Hotch waved a flare as the emergency vehicles approached. While Reid stared back at the man, who caused so much trouble.