A/N: My sincerest apologies all. Life, work, not so good health, my vacationing muse and writer's block on my original works had me feeling a bit bleh...Please know this though, I read every review and post and I appreciate the concern and gentle nudges from you all. I have not and will not abandon my fanfics, I enjoy them myself, much to much. So with the next couple of chapters done, here is Ch 3. Hope you are all still here. Your humble bard, H
"This sucks." Morgan tossed his stack of papers onto the coffee table and looked over toward the kitchen and smiled broadly. Jane's mom was busy making a celebratory dinner for them and she was enjoying the company of a fellow Italian.
Dave Rossi was no stranger to fine dining or a fine Italian and Angela Rizzoli was one hell of a cook.
"So, do you mind if I lend a hand? I'm sure I'm nowhere near as good a cook as you are Mrs. Rizzoli."
"Angela please…" Angela smiled suggestively at him, "and can I call you Dave?"
"Of course you can," hand on his chest, "I would be offended if you didn't." The smile in his words could be heard across the room.
Hotch chuckled at the repartee as he took a seat at the table. It was nice to see that some things never changed.
"Is my mom really flirting with Rossi?" Jane didn't want to stare but they were being so obvious.
"It looks like that." Emily nudged her friend playfully, "ready for a stepdad?"
"Ooh, no!"
"Jane Rizzoli why are you yelling?" Angela wiped her hands on her apron before placing them on her hips.
"Ma I'm not…oh, forget it." Laughter rippled around the table at Jane's discomfort.
"Come on Rizzoli, you were. Or maybe your voice is just naturally loud." Morgan couldn't resist.
"Loud? I'm not loud" voice rising she caught her mother's eye, "I'm not loud" she said more quietly.
"So that's the trick, make sure your mom is around and you uhm…acquiesce?" Morgan couldn't stop laughing at the sight of a cowed Jane Rizzoli even if only slightly.
"Derek leave her alone or I'll call up your mother and let her know what you're doing."
Mouth agape, Morgan stared at his boss. "Hotch, you wouldn't."
"Watch me." Hotch maintained his straight face for exactly 4 seconds, a point that Reid was happy to point out when he retold the story to Maura, Garcia and JJ a half hour later.
"Did you guys get what you needed?" Jordan grabbed Garcia's bag and set it on the counter.
"Yep!" With a quick peck on the cheek, Pen hurried over to the bag while the others settled back in to review their respective transcripts. The prosecutor had them all coming in at staggered times tomorrow and they wanted to do this only once.
Penelope pulled out the two bottles of wine that Rossi had requested and two six packs of beer.
"Is that all you bought? You guys were gone for awhile." Emily watched as JJ looked over at Maura and then put her head down. She raised an eyebrow as she caught the exchange. "What are you up to?"
"Us?" JJ said, "nothing at all." Her smile said something else entirely.
"Hmm, if I were a profiler I might think that your trip was not about getting drinks." Morgan smiled broadly at Garcia who opened her mouth to say something but was nudged sharply by Maura.
"Pen!"
"Oops, sorry," she said sheepishly, "I can't resist those chocolate brown eyes of his."
"What are you up to mi amor?" Jordan sidled up to Pen and wrapped her arms around her. Pen bit her lip and looked from Maura to JJ. 'Help' she mouthed.
Laughing, JJ came to her rescue. "How about you guys ask us tonight?" Morgan raised an eyebrow knowing full well that the 'guys' she referred to were Emily, Jane and Jordan.
"Ooh Princess looks like someone has some plans for you."
"Shut up Morgan," the blush that crept across her face made everyone laugh.
Hotch cleared his throat and interrupted the laughter with a wave of his hand. "Okay people, that's enough."
"Thanks Hotch." Emily didn't usually need saving but this time, the lecherous look on JJ's face had her wondering what she had to look forward to. "So," her voice a bit higher than usual, "is everyone finished reviewing their statements?"
"For the most part." Morgan said, " I for one don't really want to think about it for the rest of the evening."
"That's not an option Morgan," Rossi shuffled his own papers. " We need to be clear on everything, emotions be damned. You know as well as I do that Wilkins' attorney is going to play up the psych issues as well as the way he was "treated" by you."
"Me?" Dumbfounded Morgan looked at the others, "are you serious?"
"You Morgan, and apparently me." Jane tossed her transcripts on the coffee table. "I taunted him according to his attorney and incited his behavior by challenging him when I knew about his diagnosis."
"Uhm, that sounded a bit rehearsed there Rizzoli." Morgan's tone was uneasy.
"Not rehearsed Derek, just not the first time its been brought up." It is what the brass had been harping on her about since she almost got blown to bits. "Add in the fact that I wasn't able to give my statement immediately because of my injuries and there is a very good chance that Wilkins could walk on a technicality."
"That's crazy." Reid was stunned. "How can they even begin to believe that?"
Jane shrugged her shoulders. This was new information for them and old news to her.
"Well, this is why we need to have all our ducks in a row then isn't it?" Penelope's cheerful tone brought a smile to almost everyone's face.
"Enough shop talk everyone!" Angela wiped her hands on her kitchen towel and waved everyone toward the table. "Dinner."
The collective "Yes ma'am," made Angela chuckle. This was a wonderful group of people and after what she had overheard she hoped things went a lot better than they expected.
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Jane walked through the house making sure the windows and doors were locked securely closed. The BAU team had decided to go back to the hotel even though the ladies had been invited to stay with them.
Jane chuckled to herself, Penelope had insisted that they all needed some alone time which had reminded Jane that the girls had been gone for awhile that evening getting goodness knows what.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge she popped the top and quickly gulped it down. Her nerves were frayed. Lack of sleep and fear were doing a number on her and in her mind this trial couldn't be over soon enough. Tossing the bottle into the recycling bin, she took a deep breath and headed to the bedroom. She didn't expect to find the door closed.
"Maur?"
"Come in Jane." Maura's sultry voice sent a shiver up her back.
Jane stood speechless in the doorway. Maura had lit scented candles and was lying on the bed wearing…
"Wow." It was all she could say, the silk teddy hugged Maura, just barely, in all the right places, but it was see though. "Maur…" her raspy voice was even deeper, bringing a smile to Maura's face.
"Do you like it?"
Jane nodded furiously, her eyes taking in the woman in front of her. "When? Why?"
"Because I love you Jane Rizzoli. Now come here," she touched a taut nipple, "I'm cold."
To hell with the trial and Wilkins, "Yes ma'am…"
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Jordan tossed her pants over the chair and waited for Penelope to come out of the shower.
"Jordan?"
"Si querida?"
"Can you come help me a sec?"
Jordan stepped into the steam filled bathroom. "What do you need hon?"
Pen pulled aside the shower curtain and extended her hand. "You."
Surprise crossed Jordan's face. They were all tired, so she hadn't expected anything tonight and certainly not what she was seeing. Penelope was lathered up in just a few places.
"Mi amor?"
"Jordan, Jordan, do I need to drag you in here by force? Come help me wash up, there are some places I just can't seem to reach." Her coquettish smile hid the devilish glint in her eye. She pulled out a sponge shaped like a…
"Aye Dios mio," Jordan said breathlessly.
"He's mine too, now get in here mi amor." Grabbing her by the hand, Pen pulled her in before the water got cold.
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"Well wonder boy, what's your take on all this?"
Spencer thought about Wilkins diagnosis and their own actions during the investigation and he had to admit, he was worried.
"We have an uphill battle." He looked into his friend's eyes and so his own concern reflected in them.
"That's what I thought you'd say." Morgan tossed the file with his statement onto the bed. "It's going to be a long trial."
"Morgan I think that is the biggest understatement of the evening." Reid sat at the desk and pulled out everyone's statement. Hotch had asked him to review everyone's statement and identify any discrepancies before tomorrow.
Morgan scratched his head, hoping that Reid was wrong.
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JJ watched as Emily quietly came back into the room with her coffee.
"Is that really what you want Em?"
Startled, Emily splashed coffee on her hand. "Shit!" shaking her burned hand she turned to look at her future wife and froze. She was naked.
Ever since the shooting, JJ had refused to let Emily see her naked. Emily knew it was because of how she felt about the ugly puckered scar on her abdomen, but Emily didn't care. She just couldn't get JJ to understand that. The irony wasn't lost on her since she had gone through the same thing with her not to long ago. But now…
"What are you…"
"Emily Prentiss, are you hungry?" JJ reached over to the nightstand and picked up the strawberry and chocolate flavored oil packets she had opened just a few minutes before. Without another word she poured a little bit of the strawberry on one breast and the chocolate on the other. Not done, she laid back and mixed the two flavors with her finger right below her navel and beyond. "Hmmm, yummy."
"JJ," Emily growled, "are you sure?" they were still in counseling, both healing but they needed this so much right now.
"I am," she said breathlessly, "are you?"
"You bet your very sweet ass I am." Emily carefully placed the coffee on the dresser and pulled JJ down to the foot of the bed.
"JJ?" she grunted.
"Please Emily…now…"
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Brandon Wilkins smiled as he read the note. He was a protégé. How cool was that. Famous in his own right and now with the possibility of being as infamous as well. He knew all he had to do was bide his time. His friend had finally made an appearance and had spoken to him at length during Brandon's recreation time out of his cell. His friend's mentor had hated and loved Detective Rizzoli and had almost succeeded in sending her to her grave but the other person training with him had failed and they had both been killed. So, he had waited, waited patiently to pass on what his mentor had taught him and Brandon had been chosen.
Brandon looked out his door and locking eyes with his friend mouthed, thank you.
Officer Chester Hayes gave him a slight nod and continued on his rounds.
"See one…Do one…Teach one…" he whispered. Charles Hoyt had a knack for identifying individuals with a penchant for cruelty and he was one of the many he touched. Even Chester didn't know for sure how many others Hoyt had prepared, all he knew was that when Wilkins had been brought in, he saw an opportunity to help continue some of Hoyt's work and quite possibly finish what his teacher had started.
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