A Party to Boston

Magrat 70

Rating T

Disclaimer; Not mine, I'll put them back safe when I'm finished.

Author's note; slightly AU: no Casey and no Will, because I hated how both marriage proposals were blackmail and no Henry as well. All of the major incidents have happened except Emily didn't go back to Interpol so no Blake. Set just after rabid in Criminal Minds. Also set at and the end of season 4 Rizzoli and Isles but obviously no pregnant or not Jane.

Thanks to my beta on this EmBonesAddict

Old Friends New Enemies

"Do you think you can have a conversation that everyone in the room can understand?" Jane said, trying to keep from going across the room and knocking the agent way from the M.E.

Maura blushed slightly. She recognized the annoyed tone of voice the detective used, but then another far more urgent thought entered her head and she gripped Emily's arm. "You shouldn't be here."

Emily looked a bit taken aback by her old friend and she was getting a bad vibe from the lead detective.

Maura gently rubbed her thumb over Emily's cheek. "My mother told me you were d-dead and I read about the FBI agent killed by Ian Doyle. Oh, Emily, I am so sorry about what happened to you."

"That was a long time ago, Maura and what do you have to be sorry about?" Emily asked, more confused than ever by her quirky friend.

"I... I mean," the usually talkative doctor couldn't get the words out. She was conscious that she was in a room full of people, half of whom she didn't know. She took a deep breath, determined to get it out. "I found out who my birth parents are. My birth father is named Paddy Doyle."

"D- Doyle," whispered JJ. Along with Hastings, that was probably the name she hated the most. It took so much from her for so long.

"Emily, he is Ian's uncle and head of one of the biggest Irish families in Boston. He is in jail, but you can't be safe here. Please, Em, go home." By this time the M.E. had the taller woman's face in both of her hands, trying to make sure that she understood that she really shouldn't be in Boston.

"Actually, Maura, she is quite safe. A lot of the family didn't like the heat he brought with his support for Irish terrorism and then when it was announced he had killed an agent," Sergeant Vince Korsak cleared his throat, uncomfortable in the realization that the so-called dead agent was standing in the same room as him, "She... I mean you, took a lot of his men out too. He was left with no support and Paddy made it clear that he was out on his own."

"See'," said Emily, "it's fine Bella. I don't have to worry, and I know who your father is. You forget my Mother and yours are still in contact. In fact, my Mother likes to remind me of your success. She likes to remind of how much I messed up."

"You didn't?" said Maura confused. "It was me..."

"I don't think the room needs to know right now," said Emily, cutting across the M.E, but unconsciously dropping a kiss on the smaller woman's forehead. "I am SSA Prentiss, obviously I know your M.E Dr Maura Isles, I went to school with her." Prentiss looked over at Hotch, before taking a seat next to Maura. She was starting to feel very uncomfortable with the detective with the wild looking black hair sending her daggers.

It was Reid that spoke, breaking the wall of silence. "Dr. Isles, I have read your work on ballistics. It was very illuminating."

"Thank you," said the blonde, blushing. "And you are?"

"Dr Reid... Spencer Reid."

"Oh, I too have read some of your work."

Jane impatiently cut in, "Well, the geniuses in the room can express how brilliant they are later. We have a murderer to catch or have we all forgotten? I am Jane Rizzoli lead detective on this case." She then points to a handsome young African American man. "This is my partner Barry Frost. You have already met my brother Frankie, and Sergeant Korsak and,' she said, pointing to the man seated at the head of the table a little stunned at what was going on, but glad Rizzoli was moving things along "This is Lieutenant Cavanaugh. We kept the team small because we knew we'd need help. Uhm... Frost is great on computers, but we're having no luck I. the vics."

"Oh, sweetness" said Garcia, giving the young man a less than wholesome look. "I can teach you some tricks you won't ever forget."

Frost let out a little murmur that could of sounded a lot like 'oh god.'

Hotch barely managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes. It was time to move things along. "I am the supervisor of this team, SSA Hotchner. These are Agents Morgan and Rossi. Agent Jareau is a profiler too, but very experienced as a press liaison and I have a horrible feeling we will need all of that experience." He noted that every head around the table nodded. Time to wrap this up.

Frankie, who had stepped out earlier when he had taken a message, came back and the excitement that had earlier filled the young man was missing. He looked grey and slightly ill.

Jane quickly jumped to her feet. "Frankie, is it Ma...? Tommy...?"

He shook his head. "No, they found another body dump at the arboretum, Harvard."

Hotch could see the Boston crew wilt and their true tiredness free for all to see. He saw the M.E. get to her feet, swaying slightly, and before he could intervene, Frankie put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down.

"It's OK Maur, Susie has already sent out the guy who came down from Maine. They said there wasn't much they can do 'til it's light."

Hotch saw his moment to help and get things moving in a positive way. He normally liked to keep his team partnered together, but figured there was way too much going on for that. Also, the Boston team seemed to be put together in a way that could tie in well with his. "OK, it is two in the morning and I am sure that none of the guys from Boston slept last night, so I think you all need to go home to your families. This is going to be hard for all of us.

He made sure that they were all listening. "Tomorrow, Korsak and Rossi go to the first site. Frankie Rizzoli and Morgan, go to the second site. Prentiss and Reid you can go with Doctor Isles and see what we can get from the newest victims. Frost and Garcia can work on trying to get some I.D.s. JJ and Jane Rizzoli can work victimology and try to establish an appeal for missing persons." He could see that both ladies looked unhappy and ready to argue. "I know it is a hard task, but I need you both to be liaising between the morgue and Frost and Garcia." They both nodded and he let out a breath. They were the two he was most worried about. "Lieutenant, if you don't mind working with me, we will go between both of the sites." Cavanaugh nodded his agreement, pleased he wouldn't be flying a desk on this one, especially with city hall in his ear every few minutes.

"I think Agent Hotchner is right on this one. There is nothing we can do, so go home everyone and be here at eight o'clock sharp." Cavanaugh added.

The meeting broke up and Rossi moved towards Korsak. "Anywhere open that has good Scotch?"

Korsak grinned, figuring that here was a man after his own heart. "Well if you don't mind dogs, I have a bottle of Glenlivet that I have been looking for an excuse to open."

"Nothing could sound better right this minute, and we can end up bitching about our ex-wives." With that the two veterans where gone at a pace neither had moved at for many a year.

"Emily would you like to stay with me?" asked Maura softly. "We could get caught up. It is amazing; you never realize how much you have missed someone until they are in front of you."

"Maura what the hell are you doing?" cried out the older Rizzoli, the tension from before increased by about 100%. She took Maura by the elbow and led her away from the rest of the group.

It was Jane that was in for a shock when the very pissed looking M.E. pulled herself from the brunette's grasp. "First, Rizzoli, I am not a piece of your property that you can drag around."

"Maura, I didn't mean to..." Jane removed her arm as if she had been electrocuted.

"Second I am asking an old, very dear friend, who I thought was dead a few years ago, to stay with me and that has nothing to do with you," snapped the blonde.

Emily had been ready to push the big, dark haired detective away from her friend, but could see that Maura had her under control. She would normally have refused this type of invitation, preferring to be with the team, but something about detective Rizzoli had changed her mind and just to annoy her Emily answered "Yes, Maura, I would love to." For once she wasn't lured into a pair of blue eyes that looked close to tears. "That's if it is alright with you, Hotch?"

The older man nodded his agreement, not wanting to make this situation last any longer, and figuring the women would all be better after a night's sleep.

TBC