My latest criminal minds fic. Emily's POV. So read, enjoy and tell me what you think! :)

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"The same gun?"

"The exact same gun," the ME told me as she stood across from each other over the dead body of a yet unidentified victim. "Same burn pattern. Come see," she motioned.

I followed her to a magnifying glass. She looked first, adjusted a few of the knobs and then stepped back. I did the same as she had. What I saw was a bullet, close up, with ridges in it and I thanked the Lord I wasn't in forensics.

"That's the first one," she told me, then grabbed another case from the shelf and set it up as the first one. "And this is the second."

From what I could see, they were the same. But then, my education in forensics stemmed from watching too much CSI:Miami.

"The first was the most resent. The second, from the first case, almost a year ago."

"The exact same gun," I nodded.

"I know it's not really that helpful in finding the guy," the ME sighed, leaning against the counter. "But it's evidence than can be used against him."

"Hmm…"

"I heard you had a run in with Mancini Sr."

It had been a few days since, and it irked me that we'd found nothing yet.

"That I did."

"Don't let him get to you," she smiled. "You're going to find these guys, then using my amazing evidence, they're going to put them in a cell."

"Where they will either be regarded as heroes, broken out, initiated into a gang or killed."

"At least the last is a positive outcome. That's a 25% chance."

I let myself laugh at that. I needed to let loose, so badly. I was greatly thankful for the ME and her cherry positivity. "Thank you."

"For what?" she smiled, picking up a scalpel to starting cutting into another body. "I'm Sophia by the way."

"Emily."

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"Let's go," I told him, marching into the room. My stride held determination from my anger at Mancini, anger at my slight fear at Mancini, anger at myself for once loving Ian and still loving him and on top of all that, anger that by body didn't seem to be able to keep up.

"Where?"

"That mob bar we went to."

I swung my jacket on, shoved my keys deep into one pocket, cell into the other, then looked up to Rossi who sat looking back at me. "Coming?"

He just nodded.

This time we went back to the hotel first so I could change. I swapped my slacks for light, tight jeans, my maroon V-neck for an equally tight, white muscle back. I pulled on tight black boots and yanked out my hair from its tie. Twirling in the mirror, I was quite proud at how I looked. I managed to mix bad-arse with sexy. When I caught Rossi's eye in the reflection and realized he'd probably watched me get changed, I smiled rather than blush. The outfit, plus the build up of determination had me feeling confident. "How do I look?"

"Sexy," he murmured, walking to me and snaking an arm around me, using the other hand to brush my hair back from my face. My breath caught in my throat. "So sexy."

I tried to laugh and pushed him away, picking up my leather jacket on the way out of the apartment. "Let's go."

We were at the car before her grabbed me again, this time pushing me up against the smooth metal. He pulled up one of my legs so it wrapped around him, running his hand up my thigh. Not even kissing me, just looking deep into my eyes as his hand ran higher and higher.

Oh God.

I dropped my head back and let out a deep moan. But when he started to undo my sipper I squirmed in an attempt to push him away. "No," I laughed, pushing his hand away. "We're going."

"Oh really?" He murmured against the skin of my neck, his stubble tickling me.

"Yes really."

I slid into the car, he shut the door behind me, walked around then we were off.

I didn't know what had gotten him so horny, but whatever it was, it'd gotten it's claws into me too. And I couldn't afford to be horny right now. I had a plan. Well, I sort of had a plan. Go to the bar, ask around, maybe eavesdrop a little. Okay, maybe I only had the beginnings of a plan. But it was a plan. And I didn't want it ruined because I decided to spend the night trapped underneath Dave. Though, I thought with a sigh, I wouldn't be to bad a night.

When he laughed I turned to him with judging eyes. "What?"

He smiled like a man with dirty thoughts running through his head. Had he read my thoughts? He just caught my eyes. Oh God, he'd totally read my thoughts.

"Eyes on the road."

He laughed. "Yes ma'am."

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"Back again," the bartender commented as we took seats at the bar. Though he didn't exactly sound happy about it. "What can I get you?"

"Scotch on the rocks," Rossi answered for himself. The barman nodded.

"Can you do a Black Russian?"

He smiled at that, obviously liking my choice. "I can."

And with that, he made his way back down the bar.

I swiveled on my seat to look past Rossi at the room. For the near thirty men in the bar, there were only two women other than me. One was a young blonde, sitting on the lap of a much older gentleman, and the other in her fifties with hair as dark as mine surrounded by men of her same age who seemed to be treating her as one of the gang. The second one nursed a dark drink and sucked on a cigarette. It made me crave for one.

As for the men around the bar, they were all pretty similar to the Doyle/Mancini type, and the others all seemed sleazy and suspicious. Only a few looked my way. I wondered if they could see the nice big target Mancini had painted on me.

Meanwhile, Rossi did his own scan of the room.

"Here are your drinks," the barman said, dropping on the bar in front of us. In the same tone he added, "You shouldn't be here."

My eyes widened, as did Rossi's. "Excuse me?"

"Do you have a death wish?" he asked.

The narrowed my eyes, Rossi just took a drink. I let out a deep breath before I answered. "I'm just doing my job."

"And you're going to get killed doing it," he informed me before turning to Rossi. "And you're just going to let her. Some man you are."

Rossi's eyes narrowed as mine had, his fingers tightened around his glass so tight I thought it'd break. I watched as he forced each finger to loosen. "If I thought it'd do anything, I would try."

The barman shook his head and started to head off.

I let out a sigh as I called him back. Rossi looked at me with surprise, but it faded to a smirk when I spoke. "Do you have a smoke?"

He shook his head in disbelief, but got me a cigarette. I placed it between my lips and I leant forward for him to light it for me. It felt so good.

"They're bad for you, you know?"

I narrowed my eyes playfully, blowing out a puff of smoke in Dave's face. "So if all that fatty food you eat, yet you eat it anyway."

"It's not going to give me lunch cancer."

"It's not going to give me diabetes."

He narrowed his eyes, I narrowed mine. I couldn't help but laugh, he looked so cute.

"So what's your plan?" he asked me.

I pursed my lips. My original plan only got me to the bar stool, anything past that was pure improv. I went through my options, and there weren't many. I could ask around, see if anybody knew anything, though I would likely get absolutely nothing from that exercise it would lead into another possible plan, which was get Mancini annoyed enough at me that he leaves a window open for me to climb through and catch him.

"I think I'm going to wing it."

He let out a quick breath that somewhat resembled a 'hah'. "Wing it?" He asked, shutting off any look that threatened his composure. "Fine. Okay. You do that."

"I will."

I hopped from my chair and took a long swig of my drink. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone. I pulled the photographs from my purse and started showing them around. Of corse, nobody knew anything. The young girl knew the name of one of them, but could give nothing more. One day she was there, the next, she wasn't. As I'd thought, I didn't get anything of more substance.

"How'd it go?"

"How'd you think?"

He smiled and finished his drink. "Is there anything else to this plan of yours?"

I pushed him, but finished off my drink. "Nope. I think all the groundwork has been laid. I'll just go to the ladies, then we'll be off."

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I checked up my makeup in the bathroom mirror, fluffed my hair. I was allowed a small dose of vanity. I pulled down my shirt and up my boobs. I may have not had great plans for getting something on the men killing for Mancini, but I had great plans ready for the night. I was going to take David back to my hotel room and do dirty, dirty things to him that may or may not involve ties.

When I turned I found myself face to chest with a rather tall, rather bulky man. I looked up with narrowed eyes and felt my heart stop with fear. I went to step back, despite knowing better, and collided with another body. A cold sweat came over me.

"Let's go for a walk, or we might have to go talk to your boyfriend…"

It was sad that the first thing I thought of replying was that he wasn't my boyfriend. Thankfully, I thought better than to say it.

"Take a sniff," the man behind me said.

Then darkness took over.

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Hope you're liking it.

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