This is a prompt that was requested. Hope you enjoy.

A procession of limousines, town cars, and luxury vehicles lined their way down the mile long driveway to the entrance of the well-guarded estate. Twenty men wearing red vests were quickly assisting guests from their vehicles and parking the cars of those who drove. The security guards were all in tuxedos standing ten feet apart from each other surrounding the decadent mansion.

A brand new Porsche 911 pulled up to the entrance. A young man put his polished Salvatore Ferragmo shoe onto the ground then stepped out of his silver car. The valet attendant rushed up to him. "Hello, Sir." He stood holding the door open for him.

"Thank you." The young man lightly brushed his fingers through his perfectly styled hair. "I won't be staying long, please don't park in the back." He was the epitome of suave, debonair, and charming.

The valet leaned in closer. "Your target is inside already. Good luck, Reid."

Reid shook the valet's hand and slipped him a Benjamin. He then started toward the entrance wearing an expensive, tailored tuxedo. He nodded to the guard who opened the door for him.

A women wearing a long sparkly, peach gown stood holding a portfolio. "Good evening, sir. May I please see your invitation?" She took the card from his hand and checked her list. "Thank you, Mr. Du Pont. Please be sure to enjoy yourself." She smiled at him and held out her hand to allow him entrance into the gala.

Some of the wealthiest people in the world were in this room. Heads of state, military, dignitaries, as well as some of the more elusive and most wanted. Reid picked up a champagne cocktail from the server and walked around the ballroom looking for his partner.

"Aren't you still too young to drink?" A woman's voice said softly behind him.

"Technically, yes. But here, I am Lucas Du Pont, son of a billionaire and able to do whatever I want." He turned to face his partner. "It isn't like you are that much older than me, Alex."

The two stood side-by-side but focused their attention onto the guests. "He is here, however I haven't seen him yet." Alex admitted. "Trying to find a man wearing a tuxedo in a room full of men wearing tuxedos is like trying to find a needle in a hay stack."

"Actually, it's more like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles." Reid corrected.

Alex turned to him with a grimace. "You know, sometimes you sound like Roger Hardy, that genius guy from Davis' team."

Reid furrowed his eyebrows. "You mean the guy with the long unkempt hair and babbles off statistics without knowing when to shut up? Yeah, just because someone has a high IQ doesn't mean that you need to look and act like a dork. I mean, look at me. I have an IQ of 187, and I don't act like that."

"I know, that's one of the things I love about you!" Alex smiled at him. "Oh, hey, looks like our friend is here." Alex tilted her head toward their target.

"How do you want to play it?" Reid asked.

"Russia?" Alex suggested.

"I was held hostage and beaten in Russia after that ploy." Reid stared at her.

Alex smirked. "Okay, how about France?"

Reid nodded and the two walked into the crowed. He walked up to a gorgeous young women, grabbed her hand and kissed it. She started to speak to him in Italian and he spoke back, fluently. He took her into his arms and they gracefully moved onto the dancefloor.

Alex made her way toward Harris Knight, the founder and CEO of the Knights Corporation. He was suspected of being a major drug kingpin. She started to chat with him and their plan seemed to be working so far. He didn't brush her off and actually was engaged with what she had to say, or was is her looks? Either way, he was taking the bait.

Reid continued to spin across the dancefloor with his Italian beauty when at the right moment, he swung her directly into Alex and Knight forcing them to drop their drinks over each other. "Oh, I am so sorry." Reid apologized.

"That's okay." Knight held up his hand to Reid as he tried to help clean up the spilled wine. "We will take care of it." He turned to Alex. "Come with me, my dear, and we can get this taken care of."

Reid watched as Alex walked away with their target. Reid escorted his Italian date to the balcony where they were alone and secluded. After a long make-out session. He excused himself to check on his partner.

He headed down the long hallway until he noticed one of Knight's guard's standing in front of a closed door. The guard recognized him and went to stop him from entering. Reid blocked him then the two exchanged hits, finally, Reid flipped him over and the guard landed on his back, unconscious. Reid dragged him out of the view from the hallway.

Reid stood in front of the formerly blocked door and adjusted his bowtie to make sure it was straight. He pulled his .38 from his back holster and busted into the room where Alex was making out with Knight. Alex continued to play her part and acted scared. Knight pulled out his own gun and pointed it to her head.

Knight looked to Reid. "Looks like we have a quandary on our hands, Agent Reid of the CIA."

Reid held his gun steady at his target as his friend and partner was in his light of fire. He was slightly unnerved that Knight knew who he was… but how? "So, what is the quandary?" He asked.

"You have ten minutes." Knight stated, sharply.

"Ten minutes for what?" Reid asked looking into Alex's worried eyes.

"In a little less than ten minutes, now, several well-placed bombs will go off throughout this stunning mansion. So you have to decide, do you save all those people… or your partner?" He pushed the barrel of the gun more firmly into her head making her gasp.

"Spencer, go. Go get them out of here." Alex urged.

Reid's hand began to waiver as he knew what the right thing to do was, but didn't want to have to make that decision. "Alex…" He started.

"I know." She responded. "Go."

Reid lowered his weapon.

"A wise choice, Agent." Knight held onto Alex as he walked backward toward the patio door.

Reid kept eyes on her for as long as he could, then turned to get everyone out of the building. He yelled into the mic attached to his watch. "Get everyone out, there's a bomb!" He ran into the ballroom and warned everyone.

The socialites in attendance all ran out of the building, stampeding, pushing and shoving to be able to escape. A few moments later the building blew up. Reid helped to pick up a lady who was next to him. He then ran to the backside of the mansion to find where Knight would have gone off to, but there was no sight of him or Alex.

Two weeks later, Reid tracked down Knight to a Tuscan villa. He went on this mission, solo, while keeping in touch with his handler who was a few miles away. The home was built atop a cliff on the shoreline. Reid used the cover of darkness to make his way through the water to the edge of the rock wall. He scaled the wall and then waited for the guard to walk by. He grabbed him, broke his neck, and flipped him backwards into the water.

Unsure if Alex was even still alive, he braced himself for how he might find her if she was. But he wasn't prepared for what he did find. He peeked through the window to find his partner having sex with the enemy himself. He silently opened the door and walked through with his weapon pointing at both of them while they were under their silk sheets together. "Never in a million years would I expect to see this." Reid announced.

Alex was in shock as they stopped and looked to the young man she betrayed. "Spencer…" Her voice was apologetic.

"Save it." He took a step closer. "You only have one minute… One minute before the entire CIA enters this place to save you, Alex. Did you know that thirty-two people died in that explosion? I would be able to wrap my head around Knight doing that. He's the villain. But having you be a part of it, Alex? After all the times we talked about taking down the evil in this world." He stared at her, unknowing what else to say, how to process this betrayal. He was so worried about her, about what Knight could have done to her in the past two weeks, only to discover that they were lovers.

Just as he warned, the entire property was swarming with CIA Agents. Reid turned his back as they cuffed Alex and escorted her and Knight away.

"You weren't the only one who didn't see this, son." A man placed his hand on Reid's shoulder.

"I should have." Reid was beating himself up. He then looked up to his handler. "I can't do this anymore, Parker. I need a change."

"I had a feeling." Parker patted Reid's back." I already placed a call to the Director at the FBI."

"FBI? How is that different?"

"There is an opening in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Someone with your genius would do well there profiling serial killers. But I must warn you. No one must know about your work with us." Parker looked him directly in his eyes.

Reid nodded. "I understand." He then smirked. "I guess I can turn myself into Roger Hardy."

Parker smiled. "You should start by growing your hair out, and get yourself some sweater vests."

"I would look like a teacher's assistant." Reid smirked.