Reid was the last to board the jet, using that as an excuse to sit the furthest from the rest of the team. Parker was the center of attention, being at the table with Hotch.
"As far as tracking down Knight, I have my team already on that, like I mentioned before." Parker started. "What I will need your help with is the interrogation of Alex Marcus. We believe that she could have foreknowledge of this escape. If she does not, she might know where Knight would be going to hide or who could be next on his hit list."
The team flipped through the pages of redacted files on Alex and Knight. Pictures were included, but some of the other people were blackened out. Reid was able to decipher that he was in some of those pictures, unable to be seen.
Prentiss looked up to Parker. "Every mention of Alex's partner in the CIA has been redacted. Would this person be able to help us?"
Reid focused on Parker to see what he was going to say.
"Her partner has since left the Agency. However I have been reaching out about the case, he has been kept in the loop." Parker informed.
"We should think about bringing him in. He might be able to validate any information she would be giving us." Rossi suggested.
Parker shook his head. "He was adamant about not wanting to drudge up the past. I think we should wait to cross that bridge unless we absolutely have to."
Hotch stared at Parker. "Are you certain that her partner wasn't involved in this, as well?"
Parker took a quick glance at Reid then looked down at the table as he nodded. "Yes, I would stake my reputation on it. He was devastated by the duplicity. That is actually the reason why he left."
JJ reviewed the file. "Well, it looks like Alex is well educated, is fluent in several languages, skilled in martial arts, just your average double-o-seven."
Hotch turned to Prentiss. "We might need some of your assistance if she wants to play games by speaking a different language."
"How were you finally able to get the dirt on Knight?" Morgan asked.
Parker shifted in his seat. "It all started in Miami. We were able to get names of dealers and suppliers going right up the food chain. Eventually we got some of the lieutenants in his crew, they all started to mention Knight's name. He had his headquarters in Weston, Florida but we knew he was running all of the drugs in Miami. So, I sent in my team after a lead."
Reid looked out the oblong window. As Parker's voice faded into the background his mind slowly transformed the clouds into the waves of the ocean rolling onto the sandy beach while he remembered that operation.
"I think I am going to need some more sunblock." Alex remarked while looking at her arms. She was sitting up in her chaise right next to Reid. His toned and tanned body leaned back, soaking up the sunshine wearing European bathing trunks and sunglasses. He silently picked up the bottle of sunblock and handed it to her. "Thanks." She took it and started to rub some onto her skin.
He lowered his sunglasses slightly down the bridge of his nose as he looked toward the cantina. "That's her." He stared at an attractive Latina woman wearing a white bathing suit and ordering a drink.
Alex leaned back onto her elbows. "Okay, how do you want to play this?"
"Moscow?" Reid proposed. "Don't worry, the first time we were in Moscow."
"Oh, good. Because if you were going to say the second time, I don't know how we would be able to pull it off without the monkey." She smirked at him. Alex took a deep breath then sat up in her lounge chair. "You don't have to talk to me that way!" She barked at Reid.
"I will talk to you however I want!" Reid yelled back, playing along.
Alex stood up. "I am tired of you treating me this way and I am not going to put up with it anymore!" This time she was loud enough that the surrounding people were able to hear her, including the patrons at the cantina.
Reid continued to lean back in his chaise. "Go on, who needs you! I will find another one just like you!"
Alex stormed off towards the woman in the white bikini. She allowed the crocodile tears to fall as she stood right next to her mark.
The bartender put a drink in front of her with an umbrella sticking out. "I'm sorry, honey. This is on me." He gave a wink. "You can do better than him."
"That should improve your mood." The Latina referred to the drink.
Alex sniffled. "Yes, but to be honest, I could go for something a little stronger." She looked back to her partner who was already chatting with two young women and rubbing her sunblock on their backs at the same time.
The jet hit turbulence which shook Reid from his memories. He looked to Parker who was still talking. "That woman from the beach was able to give us the information we needed to get to gala that he was attending. Unfortunately, he knew we were coming, because of Alex and set bombs as his escape plan. We were able to locate him and Alex a couple weeks later at a villa in Tuscany. That's where we discovered her duplicity."
Hotch looked to the team. "Dave and JJ, talk to the guards at the prison, see what kind of prisoner she has been. We need a list of visitors and any other information they may have. Morgan, Reid, go through the rest of her past, any of the information that Parker is able to share with us. Get Garcia's assistance, as well. Anything we may be able to use in the interrogation will help. Prentiss, I want you to interview her with me." The team nodded in agreement.
Reid let out a subtle sigh that he was not volunteered to be a part of the interview. He did not want to have to come up with a lie as to why he couldn't be involved.
As the team disembarked the jet, Reid walked slowly behind everyone else. He had his messenger bag on across his body and his hands in his pockets. He focused on his Converse shoes with each step he took.
"Hey, what's been with you, today?" JJ asked.
"Huh?" He was taken by surprise. "Oh, I, um, had a late night. Didn't get much sleep."
"Are you sure that's it?" She asked with concern.
He painted a fake smile across his face to put her at ease. "Of course. Why would I lie?"