I cut a few stories that I didn't like. "Royal" is going nowhere fast for now so I'm trying something new until I come up with an Act II fix.
Reid is unaware that his soulmate lives eight thousand miles away until celestial beings choose to help them find each other to help save mankind.
Celestial Intervention
John Steinbeck said:
A sad soul can kill quicker than any germ.
Anais Nin said:
"You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars."
Rabindranath Tagore said:
"Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation."
Humans need love to survive. They need it more than any element without realizing it. This world will die if there is not enough love.
That is why We are intervening. Earth is a precious gem in the galaxy and it will play a pivotal role in the universe in the future. If Earth does not survive the galaxy will collapse.
Billions of humans have died without meeting their soulmates. Spencer Reid and Aditi Batra are soulmates destined to never meet and live unfulfilled lives. This is where We come in.
…
Reid woke up with a sigh. An unsub was on the loose in Fort Lauderdale during spring break. The hotel they were staying at was falling apart and reeked of stale beer and body odor. Rossi initially refused to stay until he saw that all the hotels close the precinct were booked. They were all stuck together in the filth.
What was worse was this killer was targeting coeds and murdering them in the style of the Black Dahlia. Two bodies so far had been found and the media was in a frenzy. Crimes like this didn't usually get to him, but something about the loss of youth in such a horrific way hit a nerve.
Lecturing helped, but Reid continued to question his place in the world. Maeve's death still felt like a fresh wound on his heart at times. He wondered if Maeve was the love of his life and he was destined to walk the world alone.
His phone rang. It was Garcia. He hoped it wasn't bad news during a brutal case.
"Hi Garcia," he said.
"Boy Wonder, do you have a TV in that Hell mouth of a hotel you're in?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Turn it on to the news."
"Why?"
"Let's just say it defies description," she said.
Reid turned on the ancient box TV.
All around the world ten-foot-tall, four-foot-wide black columns appeared across the world in apparently deserted locations. There was what appeared to be gold lettering in a vertical pattern on them.
"What is it?" Reid asked aloud.
"Have you ever seen movie, 'The Arrival?'"
"Yes, and I read the short story," he said. "Do you really think these things contain peaceful aliens?"
"I have no idea, but that is what I'm hoping."
Reid looked at the footage of the columns. The lettering appeared to be Greek.
…
Aditi Batra could not remember the last time she did not smell disgusting. Living in one of the largest slums in India causes that. She dreamed of smelling like sandalwood soap one day, but for now she had other things on her mind.
"Dr. Batra!" a young boy said. "My pita is sick again!"
The boy's father was the man brought in the most money for the family. Batra followed the boy out of her office of a cardboard boxes and into the waiting area.
"Dr. Batra," the man said dully. "Why are you still here?"
"You ask me that every time Shree Sood," she said as she took his temperature with thermometer, while cracked, still functioned.
"This is no place for a woman like you," he said.
"You mean a divorced woman?" she said with a smile and took his pulse using her ancient watch.
"Any woman!" he said.
"I can take care of myself," she said as she listened to his breathing using a stethoscope that was slightly rusty.
"Doctor," he said. "You are brilliant. You could be a doctor anywhere!"
"I never went to a formal school," she said. "The streets were my classroom."
"But you have so much potential!"
She smiled directly at Sood.
"You're one of my favorite patients. I think you have a respiratory infection. I'll get you an antibiotic."
"But I can't afford anything," he said sadly.
"Pay me by not showing up here again in at least six months," she said.
Batra went back into her office and opened the safe buried in the ground beneath her desk. She pulled out six pills. Then she carefully locked up the safe.
"Take one every six hours," she said told Sood. "Promise me you won't sell them."
"I won't sell them," he said. "I want to be strong to make money on my own for my family."
"Be good," she said to the young boy.
He smiled and ran off while his father walked more slowly after him.
Batra loved her work, but sometimes dreamed of greater things. Like in the famous slumdog movie. She wished she was a real doctor with a proper clinic. Romance rarely entered her thoughts, but occasionally she wished she had someone to hold her at night.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a truck. She quickly walked out of her office and into the smog-filled alley.
Reyansh was passing out boxes. He smiled and waved at her.
"Do you have sterilization supplies?" she asked anxiously.
"Today is your lucky day," he said tossing her a box.
She inwardly cheered as she cradled the supplies.
"Who wants some news?" he asked the crowd that had gathered. "Aliens are here!"
Batra sighed and decided to go inside. Reyansh was full of stories at times. She was too busy trying keep people alive to hear about fiction.