Hotch returned to the Royale hotel to keep up the appearance as Alex's boyfriend. He promptly reported her disappearance to the hotel manager and authorities.

Meanwhile, Garcia got to work at what she did best. While in Reid's room she tapped into the surveillance system to find any sign of Alex as well as anyone else going in or out of Sloane's room.

Rossi stood behind her and leaned over to get a closer look at the screen.

Garcia curled her fingers out of anxiety and let out a sharp breath. "I'm sorry sir, but you are making this more difficult for me," she confessed.

"I'm just watching," Rossi replied.

"Exactly."

Rossi took a step back as he nodded. "You know what, I've been meaning to check out something anyway. I'll be back in a bit."

Rossi stepped out to the pool area and walked directly to the private deck and saw Sloane smoking a cigar as if it was just another day.

"Dave, how are you doing this morning?"

"Good, I've had a bit of a late morning considering all of the excitement from last night."

"I am pleased that you enjoyed yourself," he said coolly.

"I've been hearing all the buzz around about a girl who is missing and is presumed to have been kidnapped," Rossi shared.

"I heard that as well," Sloane replied with a nonchalant attitude.

"You've been on this island a long time. Has this sort of thing happened before?"

"Here and there. From my experience it was actually the girls who left on their own; they just couldn't deal with real life," he smirked as he sipped his espresso.

Alex knew to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. She could feel the boat skid across the edge of the dock and heard a few voices shouting to each other. She rushed back to where she regained conciseness and laid in wait.

The swells knocked the boat against its berth as the workers secured the lines. Alex held her breath as the lock clicked and the door opened. As soon as the footsteps approached, she swiped her leg knocking the man down face first. She then jabbed her foot agaisnt his head, knocking him out.

Alex pushed herself up and rushed out of the cabin onto the boat deck where cigarette man was enjoying a Camel. He turned around and noticed her coming toward him with a fist ready. He dropped the cigarette and his raccoon eyes widened in shock as he covered the bandage across his broken nose and called out, "Not the face!"

Alex dropped her fist then kicked him in the groin. Cigarette man collapsed on the floor holding onto his package and looked up to her as he uttered, "Thank you."

A dock worker jumped onto the boat and wrapped his arms around Alex from behind as she struggled to break free.

A well-dressed man strolled down the pier toward the boat and witnessed the skirmish that was taking place. He was a dashingly handsome man, mid-thirties, in a tailored Armani suit. "Let go of her," he announced, barely raising his voice above a whisper. "She is a special guest and will be treated as such."

The dock worker dropped his arms and took a step back. Alex slowly turned around then looked up at the man who ordered her release. "Duncan?" She was astonished.

Alex was setting up the bar at Sloane's club just as a young woman approached the counter. "Oh hey, you must be the new bartender."

"Yes, I'm Alex."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Rubee," she genuinely smirked.

Alex couldn't help but take notice of what Rubee was wearing, or not wearing. She had on shimmery red star-shaped pasties with matching red hot-pants. "I was hoping you could help me learn the lay of the land around here."

"Of course!" Rubee grinned. "Anything you need, sweetie." She placed her tray down on the bar as she loaded up on napkins and took a clean rocks glass and placed a dollar bill in it. "Just because we work at strip club doesn't mean the men are allowed to get handsy with you. Be sure to let one of the bouncers know right away and they will take care of them."

"I can handle myself," Alex assured her.

"I'm sure you will do well here," Rubee smiled. "Oh, and I almost forgot about the best part! There are always these designer cupcakes in the backroom. I have no idea who brings them in, but they are delicious," Rubee giggled.

Alex watched as a young man in a black suit stood next to the bar against the wall with his hands clasped in front of him. "Who's that?" Alex whispered.

"That's Duncan, he's the head of security. If you have any problems, he will take care of them for you." Rubee picked back up her tray. "Well, sweetie, good luck tonight."

Alex quickly got herself into a working rhythm in this new setting after so little time practicing to tend bar, but she had always been a fast learner. She stacked up a few boxes of empty bottles to take them out back.

"Here, let me help you with that."

She could feel the wait of the boxes lift as Duncan took the boxes from her. "You don't have to do that, really," she assured him.

"It's no trouble, I was heading that way anyway," he insisted.

Alex led the way and helped him put the bottles in the proper spot. "It's Duncan, right, the head of security?"

"Yes, Duncan McLeod, and you're Alex Slater, the new bartender," he stated.

Alex let out a snicker. "Duncan McLeod, like the Highlander?"

He blushed in embarrassment, "Yes, however it's spelled differently."

"So, are you actually Irish?" She asked as she stared at the pale dirty-blonde with emerald green eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I don't fraternize with the employees," he said bluntly.

Alex scoffed, "You think I was fraternizing with you? It's my first day, I am just trying to get to know the people that I work with."

"I can appreciate that, but honestly, I don't think you will be around long enough to get to know me," he responded.

"I bet you that I can tell you three personal things about yourself before closing," Alex smirked confidently.

Duncan grinned and nodded, "Okay, I look forward to it."

Alex went through the remainder of her shift working diligently at the bar and getting to know Rubee and the other girls better. They all eagerly welcomed her which was a pleasant surprise. She was also studying Duncan to learn as much as possible.

The club was clearing out as Alex was putting away the garnishes and cleaning up.

"So what have you come up with?" Duncan asked with a know-it-all grin.

Alex tossed the bar towel down on the countertop and stared back at him. "One, you were a Marine, I want to say that you made it to Gunnery Sergeant and recently ended your hitch. Two, you born in Ireland, but grew up here. Yet your parents still have really strong accents and you might not realize it, but you do have a subtle slip to yours."

"And the third?" Duncan asked out of intrigue.

"You are the one who brings the cupcakes to the backroom."

"I don't know how you knew all that about me from just a few hours," he beamed. "I have a feeling you are going to do just fine here."

"I'm sorry, I don't fraternize with the employees, Highlander." She patted him on the back and walked away. Alex knew that Duncan would be a good friend.

Duncan helped Alex from the boat onto the dock. He promptly removed his jacket and placed over her shoulders. "Let' see if we can find you something to change into."

"Duncan, I don't understand. What are you doing here?" Alex asked, genuinely surprised to see her old friend. "Don't tell me that you're still working for Sloane."

"And why wouldn't I be? He's a very good employer," he assured her.

"He drugged and kidnapped me."

"I received word today that a VIP was arriving and that I needed to keep her safe."

"Safe from what?" Alex questioned.

"I wasn't provided with that information." He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her toward the large estate just past the dock. "Let's get you cleaned up and changed. I'm also sure you could use a good meal."

Alex felt a bit at ease being with Duncan. She trusted him explicitly, but still didn't know why Sloane moved her there and she would just have to figure it out.