Emily nodded a 'thank you' to the taller woman as she walked through the door that was held open for her, stepping inside the dimly lit bar that the Boston detective had recommended to her. "It's called The Dirty Robber?"

"Yeah," the Italian chuckled, gesturing to her favorite booth. "Been here forever. They have the best frosty beers."

Emily smiled at the beautiful sound of the younger woman's laugh as she slid into the booth across from the brunette. "Sounds good." Setting her phone on the table, her eyes looked up to the alluring brown eyed brunette that stared her way. "So how long have you been in Boston?"

Jane felt herself grin to the older woman. Talk about the case my ass. "My entire life. I actually went to New York for college but came back to train in the police academy. What about you?"

"I grew up mainly in Virginia," she nodded, slipping her leather jacket off her shoulders. "But I was born in Paris and stayed there for two months before I was shipped back here with my dad. Then my mom wanted more time with me, so when I was fourteen I went off to Rome."

Jane nodded. "So you're an immigrant?"

Emily's nose scrunched as she laughed. "No," she chuckled. "I was born at the American embassy in France, which is technically American soil."

"Oh right! Maura said you're mother was an ambassador."

"And father is a navy officer," she nodded. Leaning closer to the younger woman, Emily let her eyes mysteriously sparkle, her lips curling into a grin that she knew everyone she had ever been with loved. "So Dr. Maura Isles. Is she always that perky?"

Jane let herself laugh at the question. "She can be a little much, I know. But she's a great girl and she just gets really excited about things."

The ivory woman quickly nodded her head. "Oh I completely get it," she chuckled. "Our BAU technical analyst is fifty times as happy-go-lucky as your medical examiner. Very used to it."

Turning her head, Jane waved over the bartender that was always on shift when she came in. "Bobby!" She then looked back at the older woman that sat across from her, quickly averting her eyes from the swells of Emily's breasts that peeked out over the neckline of her blood red blouse. Red was definitely a good color on her. "He's the best bartender. Ask him for anything, even if it's not on the menu for the night, and he'll get it for you."

Bobby McVeigh sauntered up to the familiar booth with a smile on his face, nodding his head to one of his favorite locals that came in every chance she could. "Rizzoli. How you doin'?"

"I'm doing fine," she smiled, gesturing to the woman she had sat down with. "Bobby this is Emily Prentiss from the FBI."

Bobby's eyes widened slightly as he looked to the older woman, reaching out to shake her hand. "Wow. Didn't think we'd actually need the big guns for just a few murders." He shrugged once the brunette woman had let his hand go. "Happens around here all the time."

Emily gave a short nod of the head. "Yeah, in D.C too. But these all have strong connections to one another so we think they're definitely all related."

"Well thank you for coming," he smiled. "An honor to serve one of America's finest."

Jane tried her best to hide her smirk as the brunette agent politely thanked the bartender for the compliment. He had flirted with the patrons many times before, and he always had that sparkle in his blue eyes that immediately turned the women into his slaves. "Good one," she joked, watching as Emily smiled her way. The older woman wasn't buying it. "So we're going to have two beers and the honey roasted peanuts please." Her brown eyes quickly flickered back over to the older woman across from her. "You can eat nuts, right?"

Right when the words left her mouth, Emily laughed loudly at the blush that found its way onto the younger woman's tan cheeks, watching as her hid her face in her hands. "Well I don't prefer it," she winked, "but yes I can."

Jane's head popped up. Did she just say she was gay?

Emily smiled to the bartender that stood by her side. "Can I also have a scotch on the rocks please?"

"Hard day?"

The brunette didn't even have to answer, watching as Bobby made his way back behind the bar.

Fighting the blush that was obviously seen from a mile away, Jane shook her head and set her arms on the table before her. "So," she smiled kindly, ignoring the laughter she saw behind the older woman's dark eyes. "Scotch on the rocks?"

"Drink of choice," Emily nodded. She watched as the tan brunette across from her darkened her eyes, her gaze flickering from her own raven orbs down to her lips. "So the case."

Jane wanted to smack herself. She was not getting anywhere with this woman. "It's hard," she nodded. "Honestly it's a little pathetic that we need extra help just to find one guy."

The brunette agent watched with softened eyes at the mask that fell over the Italian detective's face. "Everyone needs help sometimes," she stated softly, nodding to the younger woman once she looked back into her eyes. "This killer is definitely hard to catch, but we are going to catch him. Sometimes it just takes some time, and it sucks I know, but we always get them."

Putting a smile back onto her face, the younger woman nodded her head. "So how did you get into the FBI?"

Not wanting to mention the sudden change in conversation, Emily smiled smally to the brunette woman across from her. "I decided I wanted to be in the FBI when I was ten, and so I worked as hard as I could without using either of my parents for any help and got into the academy when I was twenty-three. I worked in Counterterrorism for three years, then was transferred to Interpol because of my linguistic skills and was then picked up by the BAU a few years ago."

"How many languages do you speak?"

Emily felt herself smiling at the fascination she saw in the younger woman's eyes. "Seven."

Jane grinned. "Italian?"

"Ma, naturalmente, Jane. Imparato quando avevo quattro anni," she winked, her silken voice dancing through the air.

Jane's eyes darkened even more at the accent that had threaded its way into the older woman's voice. "Io amo la lingua. Completamente sexy." Leaning forward, the detective let her shirt slip down an inch, giving the brunette a nice view of the swells of her tan breasts. "Colore preferito?"

"Porpora," she whispered, her eyes connecting intimately with the Italian's as the patrons around them began to seem as if they were fading away. "Thank you for telling me about this place." Taking a sip of the scotch that was set down before her, she winced, loving the feeling of that familiar sting hitting her throat.

The younger woman smiled. "Not a problem." Looking down to her watch she sighed. "I told Korsak that I'd be right back."

Emily quickly nodded her head, gulping down her scotch before taking a big sip of her beer. "I'll drive you back." She threw down a couple of bucks before walking back outside into the warm night, hoping back into the driver's seat of the SUV. "You're right," she smiled as she pulled out onto the street. "Their beers are pretty good."

"Told you." Waiting until they were stopped before the police station, Jane turned to look at the captivating woman beside her. "Buonanotte agente," she husked. "Ci vediamo domain."

Feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight of the younger woman's hips swaying as she walked back into the police station, the brunette agent jerkily nodded her head. Good night indeed.