Emily Prentiss was not new to the game small town authorities liked to play on the FBI, but that didn't mean she had to put up with them. They either thought their job wasn't needed where they were, or even if they did, they'd make fun of what the BAU claimed they could do. How would they be able to know the killers age? Their job? Even their skin color!
But this was Boston. This was a city full of crime, and somehow still the Chief of Police thought that their presence wasn't needed.
Seven bodies found dead every first Monday of a new month, their bodies gruesomely propped up against the entranceways of legal buildings and even schools where the children of diplomats and sought after attorneys were taught.
And they didn't need the BAU's help? Yeah fucking right.
The brunette agent held her hand up to try and stop the rant from the older man that stood before her. "Sir I understand that you don't think we're needed."
"Damn right," he nodded, glaring at the three FBI agents that stood in the lobby of the Boston police department. "Why do we need you people to come here and tell us how to do our jobs? We're doing just fine on our own."
Reid pursed his lips. "With seven dead bodies and no found killer?"
Emily shook her head, seeing a vein in the older man's forehead begin to throb. "Detective Korsak I'm sorry, but we were invited here and we need to get upstairs please."
"Who would invite you?"
Lieutenant Cavanaugh waved to the team as he made his way out of the coffee shop. "That would be me." He smiled politely to the three agents that stood in his lobby, shaking everyone's hands. "Thank you all for coming."
Emily nodded. "I'm Agent Prentiss, these are agents Reid and Rossi. Agents Hotchner, Morgan and Jareau will be here once they're done examining yesterday's crime scene."
"If you'll follow me, I'll lead you upstairs to our third floor." Cavanaugh's eyes darted over to the tempered man that stood glaring at the members of the BAU. "Vince, come on." He led the three agents and his one of his own into the elevator to bring them all up to the third floor where his best detectives were placed. Sighing, he walked out of the elevator to see who others called the crème of the crop all joking around a cluster of desks, the two males playing with some action figure they had gotten the week before. "Rizzoli."
The youngest of the group quickly straightened his shoulders and turned to his boss, shoving the robot toy back into the darker man's hold. "Lieutenant."
Cavanaugh rolled his eyes. "Not you."
Emily watched as the brunette woman stood from her seat and slap the young man that had answered the lieutenant's call, her tan body standing tall with her curly hair, just as ebony as hers, just above her ample breasts. The FBI agent quickly shook her head and clasped her hands before her, ridding the thought of the woman's physique from her mind. She was here to do a job.
Jane let out a snort of a laugh at the face her brother was making before looking to her lieutenant, nodding her head. "Sir."
"Detective Rizzoli, meet Agents Rossi, Reid and Prentiss from the Behavior Analysis Unit."
The darker man that still sat at his desk frowned. "Behavior Analysis Unit?"
Reid smiled, nodding his head. "From the FBI back in Quantico, Virginia."
The eldest of the threesome nodded, his fingers itching lightly at his graying goatee. "Your lieutenant called us in to help you on your case."
"We debriefed the case on the jet coming here and we've got part of the profile ready for you."
Jane Rizzoli let an eyebrow raise at the woman of the group that had traveled to Boston to help them out, noticing how her posture nor her strong features never failed, those dark eyes staring hard at her from across the room. "It's very nice to meet you all," she nodded, stepping forward and taking Emily's hand in hers.
Firmly gripping the younger woman's hand, Emily nodded in return. "You as well." Her dark eyes flickered away from the alluring woman and over to the lieutenant, clearing her throat so she was sure that her voice wouldn't crack. "Let's get to work."