Caloocan City, Philippines

"Mmhmmm," Garcia heard from Rossi as she sat next to his bed at the hospital. It had been twelve hours since the rest of the team had been rescued from Manila. Prentiss was asleep, but recovering in a room down the hall with Reid and JJ sitting by her bedside. Hotch was recovering from his injury as well, but once he had awoken from a well needed surgery for his shoulder, he immediately started a preliminary profile of Jackson and Indigo with Morgan. She wanted both men to rest, but let it go on account of their safe return.
"Ugghhh," Rossi moaned from his bed. He opened his eyes and mumbled," What happened?"
"You were shot, sir. You were shot at a crime scene about almost a day ago."
Rossi's eyes widened in shock. "What?"
"Yes, sir. You had Reid and I really really worried." she walked over to his bedside," I'm glad you're ok, sir."
"Thank you, Garcia." Rossi licked his lips, embracing the huge thirst he suddenly had. He extended his good hand towards the glass jug; Garcia immediately picked up what he was doing, picked up the water jug, and poured him a glass of water.

"Where is everyone else?" Rossi asked as Garcia handed him the glass. He winced when he tried to sit up and caused the bandage around his shoulder to slide slightly, creating a small burn on his skin.
"Well- after we left on the helicopter, Emily and Hotch were taken hostage by Indigo and Jackson and were both stabbed," Garcia let out a whimper and suddenly broke into tears, "and that horrible woman tried to kill Morgan and JJ and now she and Jackson got away and I'm pretty sure they're going to come back and try and kill us all and-"
"Garcia! Slow down!" Rossi exclaimed. "It's okay!"

Garcia swallowed as her hand started shaking, "No, it is not okay, sir! It's been a really rough couple of days and I thought half of you guys died and I-I"

"Penelope!" Rossi sat up and grabbed her hand. "I'm ok. Where is Hotch?"

"He's in a room down the hall-sir, what are you doing?" Garcia said as Rossi pushed off his bed sheets. He slid out of bed and said, "Indigo hasn't been caught, right? I'm not just going to sit around while she roams free," he walked over to the door and turned to Garcia, "I'll be fine. Don't worry."

In Hotch's room, Morgan was looking through a stack of photos of Indigo and Jackson as Hotch was on the phone with a Marine commander.

"Yes, sir. As soon as possible would be good," Hotch answered while he struggled to hold his the phone up with his good hand. His other arm was wrapped in bandages from the stab wound.

Morgan suddenly glanced down to his phone and whispered, "Reid just sent me a text saying that Prentiss is up. I'm going to go check on her." Hotch nodded and turned his attention back to the phone.

"That would be appreciated. Thank you."Hotch shut off his phone and looked up to see Rossi.

"Hey," Rossi muttered, "You look like crap."

Hotch dropped the phone on the bed in front of him and said, "That feeling is mutual."

"Yeah- Garcia said that Indigo is the unsub?"

"Yeah, she is. She got away from us- Goldstein is dead and Jackson is with her."

"Hmm, I missed a lot," Rossi chuckled as he approached the bed, "So now what?"

"Well, one of the commanders stated that he would fly us all back to Quantico once we are all well. "

"Aaron, I was picked up by a three rouge agents with no explanation of why, flown 8,000 miles, and was shot all in 48 hours. I want to go home."

Hotch smiled and said, "Ok, I'll call the commander."

Within a few hours, the entire team was sitting in a military jet flying across the South China Sea. After an hour conversation with the commander, Hotch was able to get them a flight straight, as long as there was a medical personnel on board to monitor them during the flight. Morgan and Reid were playing a game of chess, Rossi was looking through files that Garcia had pulled up about Indigo, Garcia was playing a game on her laptop and Prentiss and JJ were both reading books. Hotch was in the middle of a phone call with Section Chief Strauss.

"Ok, yes ma 'am," he finished before hanging up. His eyes narrowed in annoyance which caught Rossi's attention.

"What's wrong?" he asked when Hotch sat down next to him.

"Strauss is under the assumption that she's not at fault for what Indigo did to us. Also, she's handing the investigation over to the CIA. "

Morgan looked up in shock. "What?She's just going to hand it over to them like that?"

"Yes. It's their agent-their problem."

Reid moved a chess piece and muttered, "Checkmate," which caused Morgan to turn his attention back to the chess board. Ignoring his colleague's confused expression, he looked to Hotch and asked, "Did you tell her what we know about Indigo?"

"Yes, but she said she would only read a report of what we know when we get back and that's at least another twenty hours. Indigo could be anywhere around the planet by then."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Let's put together all the information that we know about Indigo. Garcia?"

The technical analyst looked up from her game and answered, "Yes, sir?"

"How fast can you type a report?"

"Um, it depends. Do you want it at Reid reading something speed or normal fast?"

Morgan laughed and said, "Baby girl, I thought you were a typing goddess."

Garcia pulled her laptop into her lap and said, "No, I said I was the goddess of technology. I can type fast, but not at 20,000 words a minute Reid Warp speed."

Hotch jumped in, "We don't need anything official; just something where we can put all of our notes on this woman together."

"Give me a sec….ok, I'm ready," Garcia piped.

"Ok, what do we know about Indigo? We need get an idea of where she would possibly run to. Also, Garcia can you look for any group that would have issues against the CIA -any individuals or groups that have spoken out against any major CIA activity overseas."

"Ok, I'll go first," Prentiss stated, "She has no remorse about the bombings. She acted like it was nothing. We also know that she's obsessed with getting a vendetta against the CIA. Do we know any groups with the same agenda?"

"Checking," Garcia answered.
Rossi snapped his fingers," Oh, when we were on the helicopter- Reid, what did Garcia pull up on Indigo?"

"Indigo went down in a plane crash over the Philippines and disappeared for 6 months. She appeared in a small town a completely changed woman."

"Was she captured- maybe she was caught by those who are orchestrating these attacks and she was convinced of their ideals?"

"I got something," interrupted Garcia, "There is a rising multinational group named…..From the Truth with Blood in Filipino. These guys are only brand new- about a year by the looks of it and have ties to Al Qaeda-"

"I thought the CIA looked up any possible groups that could be involved?" asked Morgan.

"They did, but because Indigo was on the task force, she was probably able to push them under the rug ,"Rossi added," Garcia, can you pull up any more info on them?"

"Yes- they started in the Middle East and spread like wildfire. They are now prominent in the Middle East, Russia, Asia, and a few countries in South America. Their main motto is against US intervention. These people want the US out of any country- militaristically, economically, and even some people would want to get US natives out of foreign countries. According to the CIA database which I so secretly hacked, Eli Grahab is a member fighting for the expulsion of all US natives from Vietnam and Thailand. "

"What made them choose Manila?"

"Convenience? If they are expanding, the Philippines is only 1000 miles from Ho Chi Minh in Vietnam," Reid added.

"Also, Grahab," Garcia said, "was apparently in the Philippines at the same time that Indigo's plane went down. Do you think they might have crossed paths?"

"Probably- anything else?" Hotch asked.

"This is all I could get mid flight," Garcia answered," sir, I can get more information when we land and I can get back to my babies back at the office."

"Ok- what we have is a start. Good job, Garcia."

Quantico, Virginia-24 Hours Later

Erin Strauss stood over her desk as she placed her work files into her bag. Besides a difficult conversation with the CIA director, her morning had gone quite well. The CIA was apologetic in the actions regarding Indigo and promised retribution. On the other hand, she was going to have to find a way from keeping Agents Hotchner and Rossi from using it against her and going to the FBI director.

Knock, knock. She looked over to her office door and commanded, "Come in." Rossi entered the room with a scowl on his face while Hotch walked in behind him angrily. She was shocked to see them in the condition that they were; Indigo had promised no physical harm would be done to the team.

"Agent Rossi, Agent Hotchner. How are you both feeling?" she asked gently. Neither Hotch nor Rossi bought her condescendingly nice tone.

"Erin, when Indigo asked you that she wanted us to work with her, did she mention how she planned on getting us to come to you?" Rossi asked.

"Actually, yes. She told me that she had a unique way of working with her team mates. Agent Indigo assured me that none of you would get hurt, but based on how you two look I can see that she failed on that."

"I will be taking this to the FBI director," Hotch stated. Strauss widened her eyes as she attempted to find a way out of that. Before she could answer, Hotch growled, "And you gave the CIA the investigation?"

"Yes-"

"Knowing that one of their agents is responsible for the deaths of dozens of people and injuring three federal agents?"

This is getting out of control "Agent Hotchner!" she exclaimed, "I understand that you and your team are very upset on what happened, but remember I am the Section Chief. I apologize for what happened, but do not think that I would hand over this investigation without rashly thinking it through." She received a dark glare from Hotch and Rossi.

Strauss continued, "I will report the incident to the FBI director as soon as we are done with this conversation. Do you have the profile about Indigo?"

"Yes, Hotch answered as he placed the file he had in his hand on to the table. Strauss quickly grabbed it and said, "I will pass this on to the military and the CIA so they can find her. You are both dismissed." She threw her bag over her shoulder and walked briskly out of the office. Rossi turned to Hotch and asked, "Now what?"

The Unit Chief shifted his weight from one foot to the next and said, "This is now an international dispute and belongs to the CIA. I guess we have no choice, but to wait and see if they can catch her. "