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Chapter Twelve:

"Batra was in and out of jail throughout her mid to late twenties," Alicia told the team through the webcam. "When she was twenty-seven, she was arrested in Mumbai for practicing medicine without a license and sentenced to a minimum of five years in jail. About two years later a man name Sai Khan made a personal plea to have her released. We traced a money trail and found out he paid a court official what amounts to a thousand dollars US dollars at the same time. Sai Khan is a foreign investments manager whose net worth is half a billion US dollars. We've been monitoring his bank activity and so far, nothing has come up. I am having my hackers dig in to see if he might have any other partners."

No one spoke in response to her. Prentiss and her team were frustrated. It had been three hours since Batra's abduction and no substantial leads had come up.

"I am doing everything in my power to help," Alicia said with a touch of frustration. "I have twenty of my best computer experts working on it."

Reid, who had been quiet most of the time since the abduction, turned and stared hard at her.

"Maybe if you hadn't been so distracted by your desire to try to get Batra and I to have a sex life you would have noticed the mole under your own roof," he said in an angry, low tone.

Garcia had found the source of the leak just after before J.J visited Reid and Batra. Someone on the inside of the organization who they believed had a guilty conscience sent the information to her. No one was pleased to hear from Cruz that they would be working with Celestial Solutions to try to find Batra's abductors.

"I deserved that," Alicia said. "I don't expect you to understand my motivations for what I organized. We were thinking of the bigger picture and the anarchist was oversight just like in any other company."

Reid looked like he wanted to say more but Prentiss cut in.

"Reid why, don't you take a break?" she said.

"We're wasting our time with her anyway," he said angrily. "I need a nap. I'm taking your couch."

"Please," she said.

Reid threw one ugly look at Alicia before stomping out.

"We're working on monitoring flights," Alicia continued. "Particularly those the way to a middle-eastern country."

"They might be going European," Simmons said. "To avoid detection."

"We've thought of that too. Which is why we're cross-referencing…"

Prentiss began to tune her out slightly. Reid did have a point. With all the possibilities of fake names and shell companies, finding Batra was going to be difficult.

Reid had been fighting the desire to sleep since Batra had been abducted. He settled into the couch and drifted off despite his aching concern for a woman he cared for.

He found himself in a dream more clear and beautiful than anything he had ever imagined. It was all bright shades of blue sparkling in sunlight. Having never been fond of swimming, he found himself surprisingly relaxed drifting in a haze of blue.

I wish I had never met Spencer Reid.

It was Batra's voice. He looked around and saw a mass not far from him. Reid swam to it.

I miss my clinic. I miss my home. I don't need gowns and nice things when what I really want is my freedom.

Reid swam with all his might and pushed himself into the mass.

He saw what Batra saw felt what she felt. She was cold because she wasn't wearing any clothes in a metal cage. Her thoughts were slow because she had been drugged recently. She also felt hopeless.

He needed to focus. Looking around for clues, he saw baggage tags from the airport. Pushing harder, he saw they were for Shannon Airport. The flight number was even visible. Reid had what he needed to find her.

As he pushed away, he saw a multi-pointed spinning star shadow on the surface.

Don't give up on her.

It said before drifting away.

They had cut the flight list down to ten, when Reid came rushing forward.

"I know where she is!" he shouted. "I know where she is."

He looked at the board of flights listed and pointed to the third from the top.

"This is it," he said. "Shannon, Ireland coming from New York at four o'clock."

"How do you know this?" Alicia asked.

"Because the aliens created a connection between us from love," he said angrily. "Are you going to rescue her or keep wasting my time?"

"I'll get people to Shannon," Alicia said. "No more questions, I am done meddling with your life, Spencer Reid."

"Good," he said. "Now save her."

Batra woke to a start. She was in a moderately comfortable hospital bed hooked up to all sorts of monitors. She waited patiently for a nurse to come around.

A few minutes later, a nurse appeared.

"Ms. Batra," she said. "How are you feeling?"

She beckoned her forward. As she approached her, Batra grabbed her by the shirt punched her, knocking the woman out cold. With the precision of a doctor, she detached and reattached her monitoring equipment to the woman. She also removed the woman's scrubs and tucked her in the gown under the blankets. Batra felt slightly lightheaded at the end, but she was still conscious.

The idea of running away from Spencer Reid saddened her, but there was no place for her in his world. Not when what she wanted couldn't be achieved in the parameters of the US health system. She didn't regret the experience she had with him and would treasure it forever. Throughout her whole life, she never believed in any higher powers because they never stopped bad things from happening and these aliens were no different. It was time to chart her own path without Spencer Reid.