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Chapter Eleven:

Reid was led down an alleyway into a room filled with wooden crates. He suddenly felt a needle injected into his neck. The next time he woke up, he was naked in the dark in what appeared to be a crate that was moving. Reid calmed his breathing and hugged his legs for warmth. He had been through worse at this point and he needed to be prepared for what came next.

After what felt like a couple hours, the crate was jostled around, and he tried to cling to the sides to maintain balance. He could hear the sides were cracking and suddenly, the crate was flipped. Reid fell out of it in a heap at the feet of Julia.

She was blond now, wearing a black leather coat, stylish black boots, and skin-tight pants. Briefly turning her attention to someone behind her, she said:

"Leave us," she said in Russian. "I'll take care of this from hear."

The sound of feet moving could be heard and the Julia returned her attention to him. She smiled maliciously.

"Hello, husband," she said.

"I think you declaring me dead invalidates our marriage," he said.

"You've developed a sense of humor," she said.

"I wouldn't call that humor."

She began to circle him.

"Tell me, how did you survive?" she asked.

"The sadists were too busy escaping, to make sure I was dead before they left."

"But you had help," she said. "Tell me who."

"I'll die first," he said forcefully.

She kicked him sharply in the ribs with one of her boots. He fell on his back. She knelt down beside him.

"I will find them and make sure they pay for trying to help you."

"You won't get any answers from me," he said.

She slapped him hard in the face with the back of her hand.

"I'm done playing with you," she said.

Julia pulled him by the right arm to a gray concrete wall where manacles hung. She connected it to one with a click.

"So, tell me," he asked as she did the other arm. "What did I do to deserve all this?"

"I never cared for you," she said. "You were an assignment. I didn't enjoy it, but I was rewarded for my hard work."

"Even though I failed to produce the weapons, you were hoping for?"

She slapped him with her other hand.

"Our daughter will be our greatest weapon. She is being trained with some of the best intelligence officers in the country."

"I don't suppose you know where she is?"

"No," she said. "The trick to keeping a good operation functional, is that everyone only knows a small piece of the plan."

He refused to let her see him cry.

She smiled.

"I am going to make sure you die from starvation in this room with only darkness for company as I know how much you hate it. No one will ever find you here."

The door suddenly smashed open. There was single gunshot. The dust cleared. Julia was dead on the ground with a headshot. Prentiss was holding the gun.

"How'd you find me?" he asked as she was handed a set of bolt cutters and worked on his right arm.

"The dental implant," she said.

"The Interpol traitor?"

"Didn't know about all the bugs placed on you," she said as she undid the left.

He fell into her arms. Prentiss held onto him tightly.

"She didn't know where Lisa was," he said as he began to choke up.

"We'll find her, I promise," she said.

Reid didn't say anything in return. Another officer brought him blankets and pulled out a long coat. They led him out of the basement.

He felt the chill of the cold of Russia in January and wondered about how Lisa was adjusting. So much was unknown. He almost wished he had been left to rot in the basement.

…

One month later:

Paris, France

Reid lit a candle in the church of St. Anthony, the saint of missing children.

"You are always in my heart, dear one," he whispered. "We'll find you and bring you home."

He then left the chamber and met Prentiss at the entrance. They walked in silence out of the church.

"We'll find her," she said. "I don't doubt it."

Reid said nothing.

"Hey," she said, rubbing his shoulder. "We can do this. I know we can."

He grabbed her hand. "Emily, what are we doing?"

"We're taking things one step at a time," she said.

"I am afraid I fell in love with you because, you were the first human touch I felt in a long time."

"I'm not," she said. "Don't overthink things. Try to live in the moment."

"Okay," he said slowly as they walked to the car.

"I have some news for you," she said. "The Russian couple who saved you, they are working for Arnica's network in addition to cooperating with foreign authorities."

"It sounds like they're living more dangerously because of me," he said with a sigh.

"Garcia has also been in contact with her. Arnica is expanding her network. They're helping in the search for your daughter."

Once again, Reid said nothing.

"I'm not giving up on you either," she said forcefully. "I know you're in a dark place and you need time to heal physically and emotionally. I won't let you go through it alone."

"I can't leave Europe, you know," he said dully. "If there is chance she can be found. I want to be as close as possible to her."

"I know," she said. "Which is why Rossi footing the bill for the whole team to visit in a couple months."

"It will be good to see them," he said flatly.

"Hope will never die Spencer, so long as we believe in it."

Reid looked at the bright sun on the cold day let the rays sink in. Deep in his heart, there was fiery passion that promised to burn until his daughter was in his arms again.

Epilogue

One Year Later:

Moscow, Russia

Akilina Bazarov was on the hunt. She was promised a special present and she was not a particularly patient girl. So, when her babysitter was busy cooking, she snuck into her father's office. She bet no one would think she would look in there.

Most of the drawers were locked, but a friend had taught her how to pick them with a hair clip. She picked the one with deepest drawer and found nothing of interest. Akilina noticed the drawer felt a little shallow. She felt around the bottom and found that it could be lifted up. Upon lifting the panel she found paperwork in English.

She didn't know much about the language, but she recognized the terms for weight and height. Something told her that these documents were important. That one day she would be able learn enough English to understand it. For now though, she'd need to let them stay hidden as they were and promise to find them again when the time was right.

Akilina closed the drawer as new questions filled her mind.

THE END

Stay tuned for the sequel: The Sparrow Takes Flight

Author's Note:

I know. Not the happy ending some of you were hoping for. But I promise the next story will be just as exciting with less Reid abuse. I am taking a huge risk with this one and I hope you'll follow me on this journey and keep reviewing.

Thank you for all the support and sticking with me. This one has been an interesting process. Thanks again!