This is the sequel to Sometimes, Hurt Helps. You don't have to read that first, but it would probably make more sense. I started writing this last May, so recent events in both shows do not necessarily have any bearing on my plot. I don't own anything. I have no money. Please don't sue me. All characters, except for my killer, belong to their respective owners. That's it. Enjoy. Review if ya wanna.
Penelope Garcia walks into the conference room where the rest of the team is sitting. "Ok guys, sorry to ruin what is left of your weekend, but Boston PD needs out help. Five men in the last four weeks have been murdered in similar, and may I say, gross ways. They've gone missing during the work day, and found the next morning, strangled, with the rope still around their neck. The same type of rope was also used to tie their hands behind them, and the last victim was also sexually assaulted."
"Thanks, Garcia. Wheels up in an hour. And Garcia, you're coming with us." Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner said, heading back to his office.
"Great." Said Derek Morgan. "I hate Boston."
"Yeah, well, at least we know Em is in London, safe & sound," said Agent Jennifer "JJ" Jareau.
"Wonder if she'll come back for Christmas?" asked David Rossi, helping Ashley Seaver with her files, having knocked them on the floor as she stood up.
"I hope so," said Dr. Spencer Reid, grabbing his go bag and heading to the elevator with the rest of them.
"Rizzoli, go home," Sergeant Vince Korsak said, walking into the bullpen. Detective Jane Rizzoli had her head in her hands, laying on her desk.
"It's just a headache, Korsak. Besides, a new body was found this morning, so I gotta do something. I'm just waiting on Maura to start the autopsy, and pretending my head isn't pounding."
Korsak was about to say something else, but the doors to the bullpen opened, and the BAU team entered. "Detective Rizzoli?" asked Hotch.
"That's me," Jane said, standing up. "Detective Jane Rizzoli, this is Sergeant Vince Korsak. Are ya the BAU?"
"Yes, I'm SSA Hotchner. This is Dr. Reid, Agent Jareau, Agent Morgan, Agent Seaver, Agent Rossi, and our technical analyst Garcia."
"Ok, Garcia, you'll probably want to get with Detective Barry Frost. He's our computer whiz," said Jane. "He can tell you where to set up. The rest of you can set up in here." Jane led them over to the conference room. "I'm heading down to watch the autopsy with Dr. Isles. Any of you want to come? She still has the last victim as well."
"Rossi, you and Seaver go," Hotch said. "JJ, you and Morgan go to the first two crime scenes. Reid and I will go to the last three."
"Korsak can take two of you, and Frankie can take the other two. He's around here somewhere." Jane left the conference room, Rossi and Seaver following her.
Walking into the morgue, Jane could see Dr. Maura Isles had just started the autopsy. "Jane, your timing is perfect, I just started the Y-Incision." She looked up. "Who are your friends"
"Agents Rossi and Seaver, FBI. I already like them better than Dean. Anyways, they're helping us out with this serial killer. Agents, this is Dr. Maura Isles."
"Right, well, I have just started, but so far, everything is similar to the other four victims. There is bruising around his neck from the rope, and x-rays show his thyroid was snapped, which is new to this victim. The rope was still around his neck, and the techs are working on analyzing it for trace. They also have scrapings from under his nails."
"Can we see the last victim, Dr. Isles?" asked Rossi.
"Certainly." Maura took off her gloves, walking over to the freezer and pulled open a drawer. "His family will be by later this evening to claim him. I will let you know when I finish this autopsy, unless you'd like to stay and watch."
"Uh, no thanks," said Seaver, looking a little pale.
"Thanks, Maura," Jane said, following the FBI agents to the door.
"Jane, either take the Tylenol in your desk, or have Frankie drive you home. You are no good if you can only half concentrate because of a headache."
"Yeah, yeah. Call me when you finish, ok."
"Either your doc's also a detective, or she knows you really well," said Rossi.
"Well, I tell her all the time she'd make a good detective, but we've been best friends for five years. Actually, since right after we first met, Agent Rossi."
"See, I was thinking you'd forgotten me."
"Never!" Jane held her hand over her heart, pretending to be wounded. "Might want to edit that book though," she said as the doors opened.
The three got off the elevator, and barely made it into the bullpen before Jane heard her name. "Rizzoli, my office, now." Lieutenant Sean Cavanaugh called.