"What did he just say?" Morgan asked, rhetorically.
Hotch held up his hand to stop any further comments so he could observe the exchange between the two partners.
"I knew you would come." Alex smiled, genuinely happy to see her old friend.
The guard faced Reid. "Sir, we can't just stand in the corridor. Do you want her in her cell or back in the interrogation room?"
"That depends on her." He looked to Alex. "If you are able to help us, then I will talk with you. But I am not going to let you dick me around." The team watched as Reid's demeanor completely changed before their eyes. He then looked back to the guard. "Yes, please bring her back into the room." Reid followed after them.
Hotch entered the observation room with the team in tow. They swarmed in front of the one-way mirror to witness this exchange.
The guards finished securing her back to the table. Reid nodded, giving them permission to leave. He sat across from her waiting for her to talk.
Alex grinned at him. "You look good, Spencer."
"I wish I could say the same for you." He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. "Orange really isn't your color." He snarked.
"You always did have the best fashion sense." She smirked.
Prentiss turned to Morgan. "Fashion sense?"
Alex looked him up and down. "But I didn't know that Versace made sweater vests."
Reid stared at her. "So, what did you want to tell me? Because I have work to do and don't have time for your shit."
"I know where Harris Knight had some hidden assets." She divulged.
"If you are talking about everything that is in Gino Mancini's name, ya, we already know about those. You are going to need to do better than that."
"Oh." She felt disappointed. She truly thought she was going to be able to offer something helpful.
He leaned forward in his chair. "You couldn't tell me about this before? I have to find out six years later about the connection with Gino? I could have helped you. Why wouldn't you come to me?"
"Because I had to do it for myself, Spencer." She appeared agitated. "You know that. Was it the wrong thing? Yes. I admit that. I was young and stupid. But I have already beaten myself up about it. I don't need for you to tell me that you were right."
"Alex." He stared at her.
"That's the information I was going to share with you." She was holding back.
Reid took a breath. "He killed Charles."
Alex looked heartbroken. She then sat up with a new attitude. "I knew about an account he had in the name of Joseph Dawson, it was one of his aliases. He didn't know that I knew about it. The account number is 742389110. Follow the money." She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Spencer. I know how close you were." She spoke sincerely.
"He was your friend, too, Alex." He let out a sigh and stood up. "I am going to need to verify this information. Meanwhile, you will be returned to your cell."
"Spencer… I…" She started.
"I can't right now." He cut her off. He didn't want to hear her excuses. He wasn't ready to deal with her apologies.
Reid went into the interrogation room where he stood in front of his speechless friends. "I suggest you have Garcia look up that account number." Reid then walked past them.
"Where are you going?" Morgan asked.
"There is something I need to take care of." He stated, and then walked off, on a mission.
Morgan turned to the group. "Is he serious right now? What the hell is going on?" He then looked directly at Hotch. "Did you know about this?"
Hotch tried to mask his betrayed feelings. "No, I didn't."
Reid narrowed in on Parker and grabbed by the arm. "We need to talk."
They went into an empty office and closed the door. "I just met with Alex and now my team knows."
"I am sorry that you have to go through this, I truly am." Parker was sincere.
"Why didn't you tell me about Charles? I was standing right next to you."
"I wanted to. I was under orders." Parker confessed. "You aren't in the CIA anymore; you aren't privy to this kind of information."
"He was my friend! And you knew that!" Reid was livid.
"I thought I was protecting you. I'm sorry."
"Protecting me? By having news smack me across the face and the inability to react in front of people. For Christ's sake, I was the Best Man at his wedding!"
"I know this isn't any consolation, but when the agents were sweeping his home, they found a file with your name on it. They looked through and it appears like some old letters. I had them send me digital copies." He handed over a thumb drive. "I think it must be something he wanted you to have."
Reid stared at the drive in his hand thinking that this was the only thing left from his old friend.
Rossi slowly stepped back into the observation room to see Hotch alone looking through the window at the empty seat where Reid was sitting minutes before.
"I thought I might find you in here." Rossi announced.
"Is there something new?" Hotch asked.
"I'm not here to talk about the case." Rossi approached his friend.
"I know what you're trying to do, Dave. Don't waste your time." Hotch warned.
"You do know that he wasn't able to tell us, even if he wanted to." Rossi pointed out.
Hotch turned to face him, looking pained. "We both read the file on that team. We know what kind of people the members were, the talents they were required to have to accomplish their missions. Now, does that sound like the Spencer Reid you know? Because it doesn't to me!" He let out a frustrated sigh. "So who is he, Dave?"