Greetings and salutations!

This is the fifth story in the Targeted Series. This started out as only one story initially, now it's taken on a life of its own thanks to you all. Hope you enjoy the trip back to Boston. On the horizon: a wedding, a trial, some drama, and…I won't spoil it, you'll see.

Your humble bard,

H

BTW-Thank you to whomever it was who nominated Target Acquired (4th Story)for a Profiler's Choice Award in the Best FemmeSlash Romance Category-you humble me.

Chapter 1

"What's up Hotch?" Morgan sat down in the chair across from his boss and leaned back. He could see the subpoenas on his desk and wondered which case was calling them out.

"The subpoenas for the Wilkins trial are in. They wouldn't allow us to stand by our report without it being contested."

Morgan muttered a curse, "This is Wilkins' doing isn't it?" He remembered the man's cockiness before the last explosive had gone off in Maura's office. It had been a miracle his friends had survived.

"I think so. At least they didn't fight our request for a continuance." Hotch had filed a request for a continuance until JJ was cleared for travel. They had been granted an extra month which had given JJ and Emily both a chance to get back to work.

"So Boston again?"

"Boston again." Hotch turned back to the papers on his desk as Derek got up to leave. "Oh and Morgan, don't forget your tux."

"No sir, I won't"

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Maura hung up with the florist and crossed another item off her list. Planning a wedding was much harder than performing an autopsy. The dead person didn't talk back.

Reaching across her desk Maura read through the subpoena she had received one more time before slamming it back down on her desk. Her desk. She looked around her newly renovated and rebuilt office and tried to shake the image of what it looked like after the explosion from her mind. The damage to her office and to her friends didn't compare to the damage done to Jane. Emotionally and physically the case had beaten her down and she hated the idea of Jane having to relive it all for Wilkins' trial.

"Enough Maura." She was done reliving that time. Reaching into her top drawer she pulled out the wedding invitation that had gone out just a month ago. She and Jane had decided to postpone their wedding to allow for their friends to travel but also to put the Brandon Wilkins affair behind them but now it looked like the trial would take place before their wedding. It was difficult to determine which was better.

Her cell phone vibrated just as she started to think too much about it, prompting her to stop and refocus. When she saw the text she couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her.

Hey beautiful. Taking you to lunch! Korsak says I'm hangry and he wants me out of the way so watch out, here I come. J

"Oh Jane…"

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Brandon Wilkins twirled the pencil he had gotten from the guard between his fingers. He loved being able to get things from people. Some things never change. He was anxious. His court date was less than a week away and he hadn't heard back from his friend. Tapping the pencil on his bunk he looked up at the ceiling. Rizzoli, Isles, Rivera, Jareau, Morgan…the names went on and on in his head. They played like a recurring song that never ended. They were the reason he was here. He had accomplished one thing. He was famous. The name Wilkins would live on. He knew his father would be proud regardless of what the psychiatrist said.

Brandon swung his legs off the bed and sat up. Slipping a hand under his mattress he pulled out the news article that he had gotten his hands on. Rizzoli's face stared up at him. The wedding announcement had surprised him, she didn't seem the type but it had also exposed a chink in her heroic armor, Dr. Maura Isles. He would have his revenge, on all the names that sang through his head and he would make sure that Rizzoli was saved for last so that she could watch her friends die.

"Wilkins!" Officer Benton slammed on the door with his baton. "Wilkins! You asleep with your eyes closed boy?"

Brandon bit his lip against a retort and instead gave the officer a smile. "No sir, just thinking is all." He carefully shoved the article back under the mattress.

"Yeah well stop thinking, you got a visitor." Benton waited for him to put his hands through the slot and put the handcuffs on his wrists. "You know the drill, take a seat." Benton waved over another officer as he entered the cell and put the shackles on him. Being in the max unit, he was always shackled when moved from one place to another.

Brandon shrugged the other officer's hand off his shoulder as he shuffled out toward the visitor area. The cuffs didn't bother him as much as the shackles, the shackles more than anything else reminded him of what had been taken away from him. One more thing to blame on Rizzoli.

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"Are you sure you're up for this? I mean, you just went back to work and-"

"Emily, I'm fine." JJ gave her a quick peck on the cheek as she continued to pack. "The doctor gave me the all clear and I'm ready to send that little bastard Wilkins away for a long time."

Emily shook her head as she watched her fiancée pull another bag out of the closet. Her wince did not go unnoticed and Emily fought the urge to jump to help her. Their relationship had struggled this past month but the counseling sessions had helped and the new understanding and appreciation they had for each was something she wouldn't trade even with the cost they had paid.

JJ smiled back at Emily and pulled out their suits for the wedding. Emily had insisted on a suit so both she and Morgan would be in simple tuxes. She had opted for a dress. Since both she and Garcia were bridesmaids they would be wearing dresses that complimented Maura's wedding dress. Tossing the clothes on the bed she carefully straddled Emily in the easy chair. Ignoring the twinge of pain accompanied by the move JJ wrapped her arms around love.

"Em, you know I love that you worry, but I really am okay. I have to be, we still have a lot to do, see our friends get married, get married ourselves…have babies." JJ said the last after a brief pause. They had already discussed different options and they had an appointment set already to preserve some of JJ's eggs.

"I know hon." Emily wrapped her arms around her and relished it. She was grateful but she would always worry. Now they were going back to Boston where she had almost lost her as well. Sometimes this job was just not worth it. "I'll stop, I promise, as soon as we both retire and see our kids off to college. Deal?"

Emily's grin made JJ's heart sing. This was her Emily. "Deal."

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Penelope pursed her lips as she watched Jordan yank a bag out of her closet.

"Jordan?" she said tentatively.

"Mierda! I was hoping to never have to see that man again." Jordan turned to her. "He shot you and it was my fault, I can't forget that."

"Jordan Rivera you stop that right now!" Pen grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "You didn't pull the trigger, he did. My God, you almost lost an eye, he killed how many people, he almost killed our friends…don't do this, please…"

Jordan unclenched her hands and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend.

"I'm sorry querida, I just…I almost lost you and-" Penelope's lips interrupted her train of thought.

"You didn't, so stop it, for me, please."

Jordan looked into Penelope's eyes and saw the forgiveness that she couldn't grant herself, but she would try, for her.

"Are you sure you want to put up with me and my bursts of-"

"Passion?" Pen smiled sweetly at the woman who had captured her heart and soul. "It's who you are and who I fell in love with. I'll just help you temper it a bit, okay?"

"Yo no te merezco querida" Jordan held her tightly as she whispered those simple words.

"No sweetie, you do deserve me. You deserve to be loved and I do so love you." Pen enjoyed it when Jordan spoke Spanish especially now that she understood it so well, she just hated how hard Jordan was on herself. "Now, finish packing. I know you wanted to get a show in before we had to leave and I would love to go to bed with Jordan Coyote tonight."

"Yes ma'am" Jordan gave her a lecherous grin. It was going to be a good night.

Short and to the point. I've hung on to it because I wanted to tweak the next chapter, so here you go. Hope you all enjoy, let me know your thoughts, please. Hope you all are still hanging around.