"Seriously?" Emily's eyes rolled as she let out a sigh, her pen falling from her fingers at the groan she heard from one of the Boston detectives. "He checked out?"

Hotch nodded his head. "Was being let out of jail just after our victim's time of death. His parole officer said that his ankle bracelet also showed that he went straight to a grocery store three miles away from the crime scene, and then walked to his apartment."

Derek rolled his shoulders to ease the tension away. "So we're back to nothing."

The darkest of the Boston detectives looked to the FBI agent who sat on a nearby desk. "We still have the span of two and a half weeks."

"Yeah," Emily sighed. "Something tells me that maybe that's not enough time."

Jane looked to the woman at her side with soft eyes, sympathy going out to the brunette because she knew how that felt.

"Did we find anyone else that could match our profile?"

Reid quickly nodded his head, handing his file that he had asked their FBI technical analyst to fax over to his boss. "Garcia found two women that matched our profile. Christina Foxx and Amber Wooly."

Emily let herself frown. "No men?"

"Not under the age of thirty-five and in the dupping zone."

Handing out the copied files, Hotch's brows furrowed. "Christina Foxx is just nineteen years old."

Jane nodded, pointing to the first of ten lines on the front page of the file she had been given. "A nineteen year old who has three charges for petty theft from ages thirteen to fourteen, and a charge of assault on a classmate at sixteen."

Emily scooted closer to the younger woman that sat by her side. "And twenty-five Amber Wooly was charged with agrivated assault at just twenty and was let out three months before the first crime."

Jane's eyes flickered over to the brunette agent who's gaze stayed down on the file she held in her hand. She was definitely distracting.

"And both live just a half mile away from the second dump site," Reid interjected.

Hotch stood from his seat on the corner of detective Frost's desk, leaving his file beside the piles they had already gone through. "Prentiss, head off with Detective Rizzoli to Miss Amber Wooly's home and Morgan and Rossi you come with me."

The genius on the BAU team frowned as he watched the others around him stand and get their stuff ready. "Hotch?"

"Stay here and try and narrow down the dumping radius. Have Detectives Frost and Korsak help you."

Jane smirked at the look on the eldest's of her team's face. "Got it Korsak?"

The older detective rolled his eyes. "Get out Rizzoli."

Emily's dark eyes brightened slightly as she made her way down into the lobby of the police department, loving how the Italian detective could still find light in such a dark situation. "Your turn to drive?"

Jane grinned, her fingers brushing the ivory woman's as she took the keys. "Thank you."

"Nessun problema," she chuckled.

The Italian detective slipped into the driver's seat of the car, sending a gentle smile to the older woman who was buckling herself in before pulling out into the street.

Emily's tongue flickered over her bottom lip, her fingers playing with the pendant that hung around her neck. "Volevo ringraziarvvi ancora."

Jane frowned. Thank her? "Per che cosa?" she asked, wanting to hear the accent from the brunette once again. Continuing in Italian would let that silken voice flow through her ears again and again.

"Mi mostra la barra." The chocolate eyed woman nodded vigorously at the look her new friend gave her, a laugh escaping past her lips.

Jane felt herself laugh at the energy the older woman immediately found, putting her hand to the warm knee of the brunette agent as they stopped at a light. "Nessun problema. La prossima volta che pago."

Emily quickly shook her head. "No. I will pay."

"Why? You paid last time."

The dark hair of the older woman flew behind her head as she shook it, fighting the smile that wanted to spread over her face. They were on the same page; there would be another outing. "You were the one who showed me the place," she laughed. "The least I could do is treat you."

Jane scoffed at the smile she heard in the brunette agent's voice. "No, that's not how it works."

Emily let herself smile as they turned another corner, her hand gripping the handle above her head when she felt them skid slightly. "What do you mean 'that's not how it works'?"

Letting her eyes quickly glance to the brunette in the passenger seat of the SUV, the Boston detective smirked. "I have my reasons, Emily."

"Listen, if I go out with a beautiful woman then I pay for her." The words were out of her mouth faster than she could clearly think them through, her doe eyes widening at the realization of what she had just said.

Jane felt her heart beat faster at the older woman's admission and she smiled, parking the car in the first spot she could find. "Funny," she laughed, her dark eyes looking back to the brunette agent. "That was going to be my reasoning."

Cheeks immediately reddening, Emily glanced down to her chewed off fingernails. They had called one another beautiful. She cleared her throat as she looked out her window, keeping her eyes off of the younger woman so she couldn't see the embarrassment that she felt radiating throughout her. "So this is Amber Wooly's residence."

Jane went along with the act as to not embarrass her friend any further and nodded her head, stepping out of the car. "Have your badge this time?"

Emily threw a smirk in the Italian's direction as they walked into the apartment building and up to the second floor. "Funny."

"Just making sure," she winked. Reaching up, Jane knocked on the steel door. "Amber Wooly?"

The older brunette waited before knocking just after the Boston detective. "Amber Wooly this is the Boston police and the FBI. We need you to open up." Emily's ears immediately perked at the sound of shots being fired inside the apartment, and nodding to the woman at her side, she gripped her gun.

Jane stepped back and kicked down the apartment door, letting the older woman walk in before her as they drew their guns. "Amber Wooly?"

Three more gun shots.

The brunette agent immediately stepped in front of the younger woman, protecting her from the fired shots they'd heard from the next room. "Amber!"