Jane sighed, her dark eyes finally glancing up from the stacks of files she had been given two hours earlier after Maura had showed them the laceration angle that all the victims shared at the single stab wound in their necks. That's how long she'd been sitting at her desk with Frost and three of the FBI agents around her, all of them trying to find more clues to link them to any suspect in or around the Boston area.

So far they had nothing.

The Italian let her gaze shift to the brunette woman who had come into their police department with her FBI friends; all big and macho. That long elegant nose just had her mesmerized, maybe even more than those dark and mysterious eyes at the older woman possessed. And she was so focused, so driven.

And definitely sexy.

Emily rubbed her fingers across her forehead to try and ease the tension that she found there, shaking her head as she set down another file. Then she frowned. She could feel eyes on her.

The brunette agent turned slightly, her chin set atop her fist, and she saw the tall and dark detective looking her way. Her brow furrowed, watching as the younger woman tried her best to hide the smirk that crossed over her features. "What?" she mouthed, not wanting to disturb the other agents and detectives that were looking through their files.

Jane pursed her lips and shook her head, finally letting out that smirk when she looked down to the file on her desk. "Nothing."

Reid looked up from his fortieth file, having gone through all the others twice already, and nodded his head. "Same here."

The Italian detective's head shot up at the sound of the genius' voice. "What?"

Reid frowned. "You said you had found nothing."

Jane's eyes widened, her head immediately nodding to the young BAU agent. "Right," she nodded, laughing slightly. "Yeah, I haven't found anything yet." She turned her head, looking to the other agents and her partner that sat around her desk. "Did anyone else find anything?"

The ivory woman beside Reid shook her head, fighting her own smirk at the little exchange that she had just witnessed. "One of the first pedestrians to come across our second victim has a criminal background in theft and assault." She handed the file over to her boss. "Andrew Nelson, age thirty-eight. He's an administrative assistant to the president of a car manufacturing plant a half an hour away from the first three crime scenes."

"What was his statement to the police?"

Emily gestured to the manila folder that sat in her boss' hands. "Said he was walking by the school because it was his usual morning route to work and noticed to others standing outside around the body. Both the other people who he claimed to be there were checked out by the first responders and had concrete alibis."

Hotch nodded. "JJ, Rossi and I will look into this and the other files tonight. You, Reid and Morgan get to the hotel and get us checked in. They won't be holding our rooms forever."

"Eight tomorrow," Derek pointed to the chief of their team. "See you then, man."

Shifting in his seat, Korsak looked to his best detective. "You good for another hour?"

Jane grinned. "You know it Korsak."

Emily ran a hand through her hair as she made her way down to the lobby with her two coworkers at her side. "We have three weeks to get this guy before he kills again," she sighed, walking through the entrance door that her genius friend held open for her. "Somehow that doesn't seem like it's gonna be enough time."

The eldest of the three nodded. "Definitely gonna be a long week."

"I'll see you guys there, ok?" The brunette shook her head when they both looked her way. "I forgot my phone upstairs."

"Ok, see ya' Princess."

Reid nodded to the brunette woman who had become one of his best friends over the course of her two years at the BAU. "Be careful Emily."

The brown eyed woman smiled softly to the younger man. "I'll do my best, Reid." Waiting until they had both gotten into their SUVs and drove away, Emily let out a sigh, making her way to her own car and hopping in the driver's seat. She took out her phone from the center of her bag and quickly pulled up the internet, needing to find the nearest bar.

Jane let the corners of her mouth turn downward as her eyes flickered over to the corner of her desk, noticing the enticing brunette agent's badge about to slip off the edge. "Hey Frost, did the BAU leave yet?"

"Only those three that were sent to the hotel."

The Italian nodded before standing from her seat, making her way over to the BAU team that had taken a break over by the water cooler. "Agent Hotchner, can you tell me what hotel your team is staying at? Agent Prentiss left her badge."

JJ stepped forward. "We're at Washington Crest ten minutes from the station. Why don't you give me Emily's badge?" she smiled, holding her hand out to the brunette woman. "I'm heading back there in a couple of hours so I can just give it to her when I get there."

Jane quickly nodded her head, taking her blazer from Frost's hand. "No that's alright. I need to go on a coffee run anyway. I'll get it to her." She pocketed her phone before making her way down into the lobby of the police station, making sure she felt her keys in the breast pocket of her blazer so she could get into her car. Walking out into the warm night, her eyes flickered over to the SUV she saw sitting just in front of the department, a frustrated looking Emily Prentiss sitting in the driver's seat.

Smirking, the brown eyed Italian made her way over to the SUV and tapped on the window.

Emily jumped at the sound, her head whipping around to see the grinning detective standing outside her car. Rolling down her window, Emily looked to the taller woman. "Hey," she nodded. "What's up?"

"Forget something?"

The ambassador's daughter's eyes widened at the sight of her badge sitting between the fingers of the younger woman and she quickly reached her hand out the window to take it. "God I would have been so screwed. Thank you," she nodded, noticing the Boston detective leaning into her window and resting her arms on the car door.

Jane let her eyes connect with those of the brunette sitting in the driver's seat, watching as her jaw seemed to tighten and her thumbs mindlessly beginning to tap at the metal of her phone. She was nervous. "I thought you were headed to the hotel."

Emily nodded slowly, putting her badge into the slot of her purse just behind where her wallet went. "Yeah I thought about that," she chuckled. "But I really need a drink."

"A drink?"

Emily laughed at the look on the younger woman's face. "Finding barely any clues or suspects means that it's time for a really strict drink," she grinned, her eyes flickering down to the other woman's mouth for just a moment, watching as those pink lips curled into a smile. "But my phone doesn't seem to want to work for me at the moment. My internet isn't coming up."

Jane stood straighter, pointing just down the road. "There's a bar two blocks down."

"Oh." The ivory woman smiled at the younger woman. "Thank you," she nodded. Nervously flicking her tongue over her plump bottom lip, Emily moved closer to the driver's side door. "Um, would you like to come with me? Might get better service if I'm in the company of a local."

Jane's eyes darkened at the excuse that the brunette had come up with at the drop of a hat, her teeth biting down into her bottom lip. "Sure," she nodded. "Should I hop in?"

Emily quickly nodded her head. "Sure." She moved her purse to the floor and waited until the younger woman was safely buckled in before pulling out into the street. "And we can go over the case."

"Right." The Boston detective smirked as she looked out the windshield, not wanting to embarrass the brunette under her gaze. "Go over the case."