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    Targeted-Rizzoli & Isles/Criminal Minds Crossover

    Sergio looked up, “what’s going on with the lights?”

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    “What the
    hell!  We just lost the video feed to
    Garcia.”  Frost tried reconnecting,
    “internet’s down.”  The lights flickered
    and everyone looked up.

    JJ’s phone buzzed on her hip, “Yes, Garcia…no we lost our
    Internet connection…I don’t know…Frost, she says to check the server…yes Frost
    is…okay…call us back…”

    Jane looked at Korsak and walked over to the phone.  “Yeah this is Detective Rizzoli, what’s going
    on with the lights? Okay… call me back, yes this extension.” Turning toward the
    others, “they’re checking on it, they just called some techs in.”

    “Well, lets at least make these calls and see if we’re heading
    out or not.” Hotch looked up as the lights flickered again.

    “Does anyone else have a bad feeling about this?” Jane
    looked from Maura to Korsak, settling on Emily instead.

    “Something’s off isn’t it?” Emily asked her.

    “We’ve only had a problem with the lights one other time,
    Maura?” Jane looked tensely at the M.E.

    “Oh my God, Bobby Marino.” Hand to her mouth she looked at
    Korsak as he put it together.

    “*****! Frost call downstairs, tell them to check security.”

    “Wait a minute, what’s going on, isn’t Bobby Marino the guy
    you shot last year? Rossi couldn’t understand the agitation over flickering
    lights.

    “Yes, once his people got in the building, they cut the
    lights, phones, everything.” Jane looked at Emily.

    “Maldonado” with one word they both understood.

    Shaking her head, Emily couldn’t believe anyone would go
    this far, “damn Hotch we need to get downstairs, now.”

    “Go! Go! Reid call downstairs now and have them check on our
    detainees.”

    Heading out the door, Jane and Emily were called back, “Jane
    wait,” handing over flashlights, Korsak raided the cabinet outside the
    conference room and handed them out, “just in case.”

    “Come on Morgan, Frost” Jane raced out, Emily on her heels.

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    “Yo man! What are
    you doing” Maldonado backed away from the entrance of the cell.

    Rodriguez used the key he had signed out with another
    officer’s name.  As a detective, no was
    going to check how he signed and there were people in and out all the time,
    except for now.  With the last transport
    gone.  He was guaranteed a little time
    alone with them.  That’s all he needed.

    The leads from the tazer caught Maldonado in the chest.  He went down immediately, Sergio went after
    Rodriguez but was caught in a headlock as he let the younger man by.  His neck broke easily.  Maldonado stared up from the floor as he
    realized he was going to die.  Tears
    rolling down the side of his head he felt the pressure and could almost he the
    snap before his body went limp.

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