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The cabin of the FBI jet thrums with a low, mechanical drone, the dim interior lights stretching shadows across the leather upholstery. A faint scent of recycled air mixes with the sharp, clean odor of the opened first-aid kit. Aaron Hotchner's movements are precise as he holds a cold compress against the bruise darkening your temple, his thumb sweeping a loose strand of hair from your skin. The floor vibrates with the engine's pulse, each minor turbulence sending a fresh throb through your skull. Then a cramp—sudden and vicious—seizes your middle, bending you forward. His weary eyes sharpen into immediate focus. He sets the compress aside, his hand coming to rest flat against your stomach, feeling for tension beneath the fabric. "What's happening?" he asks, his voice husky and low. Y…