Alex's unconscious body was carried over the shoulder of a hired gun. He followed his boss into a storm room. Alex was set down in the corner of the dirty, old space. Her hands were bound in front of her. She had a black eye and a split lip, a direct result of her calling Spencer.

Alex could hear Hank barking orders at the other two. She knew he had to be the one in charge. She wasn't fully coherent yet to comprehend what he was saying. She tried to ignore the pain and listen to them before they were aware that she was waking up. Suddenly she felt a pain to her leg as she was kicked by Hank. "Wake up."

Hank crouched down so he could look her in the eyes. Alex's messy hair fell in front of her face. He brushed some of the strands from her cheek. Alex pulled back and shot him daggers.

Hank smirked. "I love the fieriness." He let out a chuckle. "We are going to go on a little trip." He cut the zip-tie at her ankles. He then stood up and headed back to his two henchmen.

Hank was tall and had his long, curly hair pulled up and tied into a knot. He hadn't seen a razor in over a week and needed one. The other two were obviously ex-military men under contract. That wasn't good. These men were trained to be the best of the best, they know how the government operates, but they don't have any regulations or accountability. They did appear to be subservient to Hank. That could be a good thing or a bad thing. Alex would need to figure that part out.

Alex's hands were tied in front of her and they were raw from her previously struggling to break free. She looked down to see that her shoes had been removed. She glanced in her immediate surroundings but wasn't able to located them.

"Alright everyone, lets mount up." Hank announced as he secured a large hunting knife into his boot then picked up his 9mm X-TAC handgun and put in the holster at his hip. "Let's go, princess."

Alex realized that her shoes were removed for a reason. This was a tactic to keep her from running away. After a mile walking in these woods her feet will be torn to pieces.

JJ was the last to board the jet feeling frustrated. She sat at the table across from Hotch then let out a sigh.

"It didn't go well?" Hotch assumed.

"I've been getting the runaround. I have been speaking with Parker's administrative assistant. She confirmed that he did pick up the prisoner for transfer but then returned to headquarters and has been in meetings all afternoon. And of course I am unable to speak with him now because he was called away to an urgent matter with his director. It's been a red tape nightmare." JJ vented.

"It's a classic shell game." Rossi pointed out. "He gave himself plausible deniability by having someone else return Alex back to prison. Since he wasn't the one who did it and she is now magically missing, he can't be held accountable."

"But we know the truth." Hotch spoke out.

"So what are we looking at here? Is Alex going to be okay?" Garcia asked the team.

"There are two possibilities." Morgan started. "Alex knows some kind of information that they need and having her being in prison isn't going to help them."

"That's good, that means that they will keep her alive." Garcia's smiled but then it dropped. "What's the other possibility?"

"That she knows too much and they will make sure that she won't be able to tell anyone what she knows." Hotch pointed out the hard truth.

"Then I need to get to work." Garcia opened up her laptop and started clicking away.

Rossi was studying Reid who was sitting alone on the other side of the jet. He got up and walked towards him. As he got closer he could see that Reid was rubbing the inside crease of his elbow where he had injections scars hidden underneath his shirt.

"What's on your mind, kid?" Rossi asked as he sat down.

"I just hope we're not doing the wrong thing." Reid admitted.

"In what way?" Rossi tilted his head.

"She played me before, am I being foolish in thinking she wouldn't do it again? What if she and Parker are working this together?" Reid never looked up to Rossi.

"Let me ask you something... If someone approached you six years ago and threatened Alex's life, would you do anything to save her?" Rossi asked already knowing what he would say.

Reid looked up and stared him in the eyes. "Of course I would. She was family." Reid confessed.

"Now, what if that actually happened...only it was the other way around?" Rossi tapped the young agent on the knee as he got up and returned to his previous place on the jet leaving Reid to mull that over.

Alex stumbled over the rough foliage and debris as they hiked through the wooded area. Her hands were still bound together which made it difficult when she needed to break her fall, which unfortunately happened quite often. She followed behind Hank, trying to not straggle too far behind. One of the other henchmen was close behind keeping an eye on her. If she fell he would stand next to her and demand for her to stand back up.

"Why isn't Parker here himself leading this charge?" Alex snarked.

"I don't know who you are talking about." Hank responded.

"Your boss, the one that hired you." Alex stared at him with a confident look.

"My employer is none of your concern, now keep up, we have a long way to go and you are slowing me down." Hank ordered.

"I would move faster if I had my shoes." She mouthed off.

Hank stopped and faced her. He then smacked her across the face with the back of his hand. "That was for wasting my time." He struck her again. "And that was for being disrespectful." He turned and continued to charge on.

Alex knew exactly what she was doing. She had taken beatings before, she could handle it. She wanted to see where Hank's pressure points were and how hard she could push. In a way she was grateful for the pain in her face, it distracted her from the terrible throbbing pain in her cold, bloody feet.