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A/N: Here's the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D I also do not own Taylor, Maddy or any characters from Without A Trace. Many thanks to Aphina and Axellia for betaing this!

Chapter 48.

Seventy-Two Hours Missing

When Alexis awoke, she was surprised to find herself on a boat. What the hell? I was in Paris! She sat up carefully, noticing that she was not bound in any way. She got out of bed, swaying a bit with the motion of the boat and made her way to the door, only to find it locked. Frustrated, she walked around the room, investigating it. She didn't found any luggage, so she sat down on the bed and began to wait, her anger rising.

About an hour passed before she heard someone come to the door. She jumped up as the locked turned and glared at Etienne as he walked in.

"Bonjour, Madame Reid. Will you come with me please?" he asked.

Alexis glared at him, bristling at his casual tone. "No. Where the hell am I?"

Etienne's smile faded as he looked at her. "It is not my place to tell you anything. I will not ask you again, come with me."

Alexis took in the hard look on his face and sighed. "Fine. Take me to Alej…I mean Montoya."

Etienne nodded as he preceded her out of the room. Alexis followed him along the twisting corridors of the boat before they stopped outside of a small salon. Etienne motioned her in. "All of your questions will be answered here," he said with a formal bow before walking away.

Alexis drew a steadying breath before walking in and finding Montoya standing beside a wet bar, pouring her a glass of brandy. "Alexis," he said with a smile. "Brandy?"

Alexis eyed the alcohol with trepidation. "Is it drugged?" she said sarcastically.

Montoya shrugged before taking a drink of the liquid. "No. Does that make you feel better?"

"No. I want to talk to my daughter."

"Mi quierda, you wound me. I will let you see her, but only after we get a chance to catch up on lost time."

Alexis stared at him, shocked that he expected them to pick up where they left off. "You really are insane, aren't you? Do you really think that I have any positive feeling left for you? The day that I love you again will be the day that hell freezes over."

Montoya got a hard look in his eyes. "I will have you again, whether it be by choice or by force. You can not deny me this. Now sit down, tell me about your life and maybe I'll let your daughter live."

Alexis took a step back, feeling trapped. "Nothing to tell other than the fact that I fell in love with a wonderful man, had two beautiful children with him and then found out that my ex-lover wants to kill my oldest daughter," she said with a sneer, trying to win the battle of words.

"Aw, don't be bitter, my love. We're together again."

"Why, Alejandro? Why are you doing this to my family?" she pleaded.

Montoya looked out the window, watching the choppy seas. "I wasn't supposed to take over the business," he began quietly. "The day you left me I found out that my brother, Rafael, had been killed by a rival gang. My mother was devastated. She begged me to come home and take over the business, even though I didn't want to. If you hadn't left me, I never would have done it."

Alexis shook her head. "Don't blame me for what you've become. If you truly didn't want to, you could have found a way around it, Alejandro. Instead you've become the one thing I hate the most. A person who caters to peoples addictions for money. You and you alone are responsible for the decisions that you've made. Can I talk to my daughter now?"

Montoya shook his head and walked over to a plasma television. He turned it on and a picture sprung to life. "Take a good look, my love. This is the last time you will see her. We will never be parted again."

Alexis stared at the screen, seeing Cory bound to a chair and unconscious. She could tell she was still alive by the steady rise and fall of her chest. She felt tears coming to her eyes, thankful that she was still alive and knowing that the more time that she gave the lab, the more likely it was that they would find her. Please God, let them find her. I don't care about me, but don't make her pay for my mistakes.

"Now, let me show you the yacht," he said before quickly typing a message into his Blackberry. "Kill her."

Mac and Jack stood around watching the lab work busily process what little trace that they found at the former diner. All of the team were sporting dark circles under their eyes and seemed to be living on coffee.

Jack took in the sight. "Are they always this dedicated?" he asked.

Mac looked up. "Dedicated, yes. To the point of exhaustion, sometimes, but they know that if they don't find Cory alive, Danny might not survive."

Jack smiled. "Cory's become an important part your team's lives, hasn't she?"

"Yes. She's not bad for a Fed. Generally when the FBI gets involved with a case, the lab goes on edge, unless it's her. She never tries to take over the case; she's just willing to let us do our job."

Jack smiled. "Yeah. I met her a couple of times when she still worked in Dallas and she is the consummate professional. I've always told her that I didn't ever want to look for her."

Mac was about to reply when Lindsay and Stella walked up. He turned his attention to them. "Did you find something?"

Stella nodded wearily. "We found traces of beef, pork and chicken meat and sawdust."

Jack looked at them. "Well, it was a meat market," he said.

"Yeah, but this was relatively fresh," Lindsay replied. "This market has been closed for a year."

Mac's mind was working in overdrive. "So if you found fresh meat products and traces of sawdust, then that points to another meat market."

Everyone nodded as Hawkes, Flack and Danny walked up. "Mac? It's was Cory's DNA on chains. She was definitely held there. I also tested the Scopolamine and it's a match to what we found in the syringe. Which, I did some more research and this is a strain of the drug that produced in Iran."

"Iran?" Mac asked in shock.

Hawkes nodded. "Yeah, just like the C4. So what I conclude from this is that Montoya is definitely working with the Iranians."

"So it is possible that there is more going on here than him kidnapping her for revenge," Jack murmured. "I'll inform Lydia of this."

Flack looked around. "Where is Lydia?"

Mac looked at him. "She went to talk to an informant, to see if he knows of any possible locations that Montoya could be holding her."

Gabriel was waiting patiently for Lydia when she walked in. "Always a pleasure, Agent Sanchez. What can I do for you?"

Lydia smiled as she sat down. "Agent Reid has been kidnapped, Gabriel. We think by Montoya. Do you know where he might keep her?"

"I don't know. He had a place down on the docks. A couple of apartments in various parts of the city. He could have taken her back to Colombia, for all I know," he stated simply.

Lydia shook her head. "We checked all of those places, nothing. Do you know anything…anything at all? If we don't find her soon, he's going to kill her. She's the best chance to have to getting him put away for your brothers' murders." She met his eyes. "Please, Gabriel. Think. It may be something off chance, a little detail. I know in my heart that you know where she is, but it doesn't seem like a likely place."

Gabriel nodded, furrowing his brow in thought. "There's a store, a meat market. It's in one of his sisters' name. I don't remember which one."

Lydia thought back to what had become of the diner. "That's okay. You've given me plenty. Do you know what his sisters' names are?"

"Pilar and Sabina."

Lydia nodded as she got up. "Thank you, Gabriel."

"Find her soon, Agent Sanchez. Catch the bastard for Javier and Hector."

"I will."

When Lydia got back to the lab, she immediately walked to where Mac and Jack were discussing the case. "I might have a lead. Gabriel Martinez says that Montoya owns a meat market in his sister's name. He didn't know which one."

"What are their names?" Jack asked while Mac booted up his computer.

"Pilar and Sabina Montoya."

Mac entered in the search requirements and then smiled grimly. "Okay. I have a meat market registered to a Pilar Montoya in Spanish Harlem." Both Lydia and Jack got up and grabbed their jackets and weapons.

"I'll call the team back. What's the address, Mac?" She quickly wrote the address down and pulled out her phone. "Harrison, it's Lydia. I need you to grab the team. We have a possible location."

Mac flagged Flack down as he was walking by. "Don! We have a possible lead."

Flack walked in, a light in his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Lydia's getting a team together."

Jack walked behind Flack and closed the door. "Look. Cory's been missing for a little over 72 hours. Considering that Montoya wants to kill her, you have to be prepared for the fact that she is going to be in bad shape. You already know that he's been drugging her with Scopolamine."

Flack nodded. "I've thought about it. He probably isn't giving her food or water."

Mac nodded grimly as well. "I don't want Danny anywhere near this. If we find her dead or in as bad of shape as we think, he's going to lose it. We can't have him contaminating the crime scene."

Flack grinned wryly. "Cause ya know that he'll rush in at the first sign of her. Got it. Maybe we can get Lindsay to stay here with him."

Mac looked at him. "Do it. Get the team together in thirty minutes. We leave then."

The combined FBI and NYPD team swarmed around the surveillance van, double checking to make sure that everything was in order. The only thing they were waiting on was getting the search warrant. Finally, there was a ring in the van and the fax machine spat out a piece of paper. Lydia looked it over and grinned. "We have it. Let's go."

They quickly split up into two teams, with Lydia and Flack taking the front and Mac taking the back. Lydia walked up to the door, which was closed and tested the lock. "It's locked." She rapped on the door loudly, yelling out, "FBI! We have a warrant!"

After no response, she motioned for one of the agents to break down the door and they entered the room. Quickly they cleared the outer part of the store, then proceeded to the back, where they could hear Mac's team breaking down the door.

They met in a hallway and Lydia nodded her head towards a closed storeroom door. Mac nodded once and positioned himself opposite of her on the left hand side. Lydia turned the handle, only to find the door locked.

Flack took a step back and then used his weight to break the door down. All three burst into the room, to find a man standing over Cory with an empty syringe. "You're too late," he said with a grin.

Flack almost growled in his anger and he saw Cory lose consciousness and pointed his gun at the man. "Hands up, scumbag," he growled, while Mac called out for Hawkes.

Lydia ran over to Cory, checking for a pulse. "She has a pulse! It's weak, but she's still alive!" Quickly, she removed the ropes binding her to the chair. "Cory? Come on, Cory. Wake up!" Panicked when she got no response, she stalked over to the man, her brown eyes flashing in anger. "What the hell did you give her?"

The man just began laughing. "What the hell did you give her?!" she repeated as Flack yanked him to his feet while reading him is rights in a cold voice.

He didn't respond as Hawkes ran into the room, his bag in his hand. "What's her status?" he asked in a worried voice.

"He injected her with something just as we walked in. Won't tell us what. She has a faint pulse." Hawkes looked at them, seriously. "We need to get her to a hospital, now. From what I can tell, she's dehydrated and other than the Scopolamine, I have no idea what they've injected her with. I see multiple needle marks."

Mac nodded. "The bus is on the way," he said as he knelt beside them. "Hang on, Cory. Just hang on."

Alexis stared across the bow of the yacht, still trying to figure out where she was. She heard Montoya walk up behind her and turned. Looking at the gleam in his eye, her heart plummeted. "You ordered her death, didn't you?" she asked quietly.

"Your daughter is dead. I've completed my revenge."

Alexis looked at him, tears streaming down her face. "You bastard," she whispered harshly. "The only thing you did was ensure that I will never willing give myself to you again. You may take my body, but you'll never have my soul." Alexis turned on her heel and stalked away from him, trying to contain her sobs.

AN:Okay. So Cory has been found!!

CSI junkie - Nope. It would have been to obvious to have her in the diner, so I can up with this instead! I'm still not sure where Alexis is, so don't feel bad!!

Soccer-Bitch - I'm sorry you had a horrible day! That sucks. What's the weather like in SD this time of year?

Maddy Bellows - (blushing) I love James Patterson. He's one of my fav authors! Cory has been found now, so it's a small sigh of relief. That's cool about the Mardi Gras (next Tuesday, right?). Our temps keep going up and down. We just had really strong cold front come in today and it went from the 60's to the 40's in a couple of hours. And I wonder why I'm sick...(lol).

Bec0512 - Thank you so much! I hope that you keep liking the story.

Aphina - You're not a moron. At least I don't keep the suspense going. It does get resolved in this chapter. I like that chapter because so many different things are going on. I hope that I can just keep everything straight!