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    Targeted-Rizzoli & Isles/Criminal Minds Crossover

    “No, I knew he was interested but I told her I didn’t think
    it was a good idea.”

    “Why? Vince I know you don’t want to talk about Rizzoli’s
    personal life, but I need to know, why?”

    “Well…he bragged you know…people always assumed Jane was…you
    know…”

    “Not into men?” Hotch said helpfully.

    “Yeah…but she was, at least that’s who she dated, but
    because she wasn’t married or anything, the guys always talked you know, so
    when she said yes, he bragged about it.” Korsak’s voice had a bite of anger as
    he remembered Frost telling him about Rodriguez.

    “Does Jane know Vince?” he said sympathetically

    “No, I never told her.
    When she broke it off after the first date, he didn’t say another word
    but according to Frost, the guys messed with him saying he wasn’t her type.”
    Korsak stopped and looked at Hotch.

    “His next boxing match was with one of those guys, he sent him to the hospital.”

    “Jesus”

    “Yeah”

    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

    Jane walked away so quickly JJ had a difficult time catching
    up. “Jane please wait”

    Stabbing at the elevator, which was now working, she watched
    Morgan approach them.  Crossing her arms
    in front of her she stared at him.

    “I don’t need a babysitter.” To the point, she let him know
    exactly what she thought of their assignments.

    “Good,” said Morgan defiantly, “I don’t think you need one.”
    Arms crossed, he mimicked her posture and waited for her to make the next move.

    JJ’s laughter was the last thing they expected to hear. “Do
    you know how ridiculous you two look right now?
    Derek, give it up, she’s a lot like Emily and she’s not going to back
    down either.”

    Startled, Morgan looked at JJ, her comment had struck a
    nerve, she was a lot like Emily, shaking his head “you women are going to be
    the death of me,” he muttered.

    “What?” Jane wasn’t sure she heard him correctly.

    Taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry.” Seeing the stunned look
    on her face, he attempted a small smile, “come
    on Derek, turn on the charm or she may just shoot you in the back”
    more
    clearly, he repeated himself, “I said, I’m sorry.”

    Jane’s mouth opened to say something but nothing came out,
    that was so not what she had been expecting.
    She heard the sincerity in his voice and knowing herself, knew how
    difficult it must have been for him to say that.  Tilting her head to one side, she eyed him up
    and down and glanced over at a smiling JJ.

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