"What did you say?" Alex asked, trying to make sense of the bomb that was just dropped.

Sloane took a step back and repeated himself so Hotch could hear. "I knew you were in the CIA. I will admit that I didn't know it was that particular agency at first, but I knew you were undercover the first day you stepped into my club."

Duncan looked at Alex in disbelief as he was putting all the pieces together for himself.

Sloane let out a snicker as he thought to himself. "You can't phantom the erotic excitement every time we were in bed together. How I could blackmail a CIA agent into having sex with her assignment. It filled me with pure ecstasy. It was better than any drug I have ever taken."

Alex's emotions ran rampant inside of her. Her face was flushed and eyes were swelling. Her hands were in tight fists as her heart was beating so quickly it almost burst from her chest.

Hotch picked himself up while grabbing onto his bruised rib. "Is that why you brought her here, to taunt her, to play these games?"

"You should talk about playing games. I never lied about who I was. You both, on the other hand, faked a relationship, and I'm sure changed your names. Who knows what else you have been doing while you were gallivanting around the island playing house together," Sloane scoffed.

Sloane continued to pace around the room, he glowed of superiority. "To be perfectly frank, when I ran into you in the hotel lobby, I wondered if you were here for me. I know, it's a bit narcissistic, but what can I say. But then I realized that you were simply here on vacation. Who would have thought, that after all these years our worlds would have collided yet again?"

"And now that it has, what are your intentions?" Hotch asked.

Sloane stood before them with a smug expression.

The BAU sat quietly as they were chained together while Reid continued to show signs of agitation from being chained in a room while Alex needed help. His foot was shaking feverously and his heart-rate was up. The team shared looks between each other out of concern.

"Um, so, what do you think is so super top-secret about that bunker? I didn't see anything that would make it secure," Prentiss asked Reid, trying to get his mind in a different direction.

Reid just shook his head in aggravation and almost refused to share eye contact with his friends.

The team sat there while the rest of the hour went by while Reid's worry spread from just his face to his entire body. Then he began to pound his feet furiously as he struggled against his restraints mounting his team's concern.

"Hey, take it easy," Morgan called out to him.

Reid's face turned to anguish as he fussed and fought his cuffs. "I need to get out of here."

The guard looked up to him. "Hey you! Keep it down!"

Reid's panic continued as he started to sob. "I need to get out of here!"

"Spence, you have to calm down," JJ pleaded.

"I'm warning you for the last time, cut this shit out!" The guard took a step closer.

Reid's face was wet with tears and looked up to the guard. "You don't understand, I can't be in here, I have to get out."

The guard moved towards Reid and with the butt of his rifle, punched him in the gut. Reid fell forward and moaned. He moved from side to side in pain. A few moments later the guard left the room at him normal time to do his rounds.

The team kept watch over their friend, never have they seen him behave that way.

"Are you okay?" Prentiss hesitated to ask.

Reid was still doubled over then quickly sat up as if nothing had happened to their astonishment.

Rossi's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you okay, son?"

Reid gave a satisfied grin as he spun the key-ring around his finger then grabbed a hold of the metal pieces in his hand. "I think it's time for us to get out of here."

"You're a genius," Morgan remarked.

"That fact has already been established," Reid announced as he worked to unlock his chains.

Sloane stood face to face with Hotch. "Duncan, please get him out of here. I wish to be alone with my special guest."

"Yes, sir," Duncan agreed and took hold of Hotch's arm and the two of them left the bunker.

He kept Hotch's arms in his clutches as they walked down the corridor, heading back into the household. He then stopped and looked around; he watched a patrol walk in the other direction then pulled Hotch closer to him. "If you want to get Alex out of here, then you will need to do everything I say."

Hotch stared back at him and knew that he meant what he was saying. "Why?" Hotch questioned.

"Because, you and I both know that this is only going to end one way and I don't want that to happen, do you?" Duncan stared him down.

"No, I don't," Hotch was in.

They continued to walk together throughout the house, with Duncan holding his arm feigning Hotch being his prisoner.

"So, is Alex really in the CIA?" Duncan asked.

"Yes," Hotch simply replied.

"Are you in the CIA, too?"

"No," Hotch replied with a cold stare.

Duncan smirked. "If I were you, I wouldn't trust me either."

"Why do you care if she lived or died?"

"Because she saved my life once."

Alex was busy closing up the bar in Sloane's club as Duncan escorted the last few dancers to their cars. He came back inside and gave a subtle body shake. "It's really getting chilly out there; make sure you bundle up before you leave."

"I know, the weather's been crazy. It's like it came out of nowhere," Alex added while she put the juices and mixers back in the fridge under the counter.

They both continued their nightly routine of shutting down the establishment. Alex returned from the storage room with a box of alcohol to replenish what she was low on when suddenly she felt a gun barrel touch the back of her head.

A man who she could only surmise was a junkie nervously demanded the money from the register.

Alex raised her hands and used the mirror along the back of the bar to canvas the rest of the room, it appeared that he was alone. In that moment, Duncan stood behind the robber holding his own weapon in the same fashion.

"If I were you, I would think twice about what you are trying to accomplish," Duncan warned.

The man slowly turned his head to his left side to get a better look at the muscle behind him. He then moved the gun from Alex and pointed it towards the ceiling.

In a single breath, the man pulled a knife with his left hand and swiped towards Duncan who jumped backwards to avoid being cut. The junkie then tried to stab him with the blade and Duncan fell backwards and looked up into his crazy eyes as the gun was pointed down on him.

Alex picked up a bottle of scotch and smashed him over the head with it. The man fell on top of Duncan, completely knocked out. Duncan pushed him off and removed his weapons.

He picked himself up and went to Alex. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." Alex forced herself to appear panicked. She looked to her friend who had bits of glass on his clothes and in his hair, and smelled like he'd been out all night drinking. "I think the more important questions is, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," he smiled. "I owe you one."