“I’m sorry but…”

“I know, we’re at work…damn,” looking at her coffee, she
grinned, I’m gonna need something stronger than that.”

Laughing Maura leaned back into her.  Just a few more minutes and then back to
reality for them both.

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“Man he gonna be pissed about this.” Sergio’s whining was
pissing him off.

“Don’t you think I know that! ***** man, why did he even mix
us up in this *****…we didn’t kill nobody.” Maldonado looked down the
hallway.  They were the only ones in
lockup, having missed the last transport to the county jail.

“Hey man, do you…do you think he killed that girl?”  Nervously Sergio looked around, expecting
Rodriguez at any moment.

“I don’t know…maybe…*****… I don’t care I just want out of
here.”  Pacing the holding cell he pulled
up his pants.  They had taken his belt and
the fuckers were falling down. “Jesus!”

His anxiety was making him sweat.  Hearing the door open down the hall, he
looked out again.

“We’re fucked.” He said matter of factly.

“What!…why?”

“It’s Rodriguez”

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“Garcia, what’ve
you got?” Hotch looked at the screen.  He
had gotten a text from her that she had the info requested.  Looking across the room, he watched as JJ and
Morgan came back in.  Nodding toward the
chairs, he invited them to have a seat.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Jane?” Frost looked from Emily to
Hotch.

“Now, now oh ye of little faith!  Would I only text you?  When did you start thinking so little of me.”
Smiling into the screen, Garcia’s smile was infectious.  Sure enough less than a minute later, “What’s
this about more information?”  Jane
walked in with Maura and both took a seat.
Acknowledging the other team members, she smiled at JJ and Emily and
simply nodded at Morgan.

“There you are you wonderfully delicious Italian!  Did you know I just love Italian?” Jane’s
shock quickly shifted to embarrassment, as she understood Garcia’s innuendo.

“Today Garcia” nipping it in the bud, Hotch was back to
business.

“Oh sorry sir” she said not sounding sorry at all. “So I
have some more information on our Detective Rodriguez.  In addition to the information in his
personnel file, I’ve been able to find out that his mother was a brunette with
similar features to our victims.” Bringing up the woman’s picture, Maura’s
audible gasp pierced the silence, as the resemblance to Jane was visible to all
of them.