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    Targeted-Rizzoli & Isles/Criminal Minds Crossover

    “Let me call in and let them know we’re here.”  Picking up the car radio, she called in their
    location and time.

    “Well, there’s a light on, so he must be up.” Morgan looked
    at the two women, “come on, lets get this over with.”

    Leading the way, Jane walked up the porch steps and rang the
    doorbell.  When no one answered, she rang
    it again.  Looking at JJ and Morgan she
    was about to try again when the door was opened suddenly.

    “What do you want!”
    The belligerent voice belonged to a big man, at least as big as
    Morgan.  Soft around the middle, he
    resembled his son with dark hair going grey and almost black eyes.  Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt he smelled of
    alcohol, as he stood at the door unsteady on his feet.

    “Excuse me sir but we need to speak with you about your
    son.”  Jane tried being polite but this
    guy was drunk and she didn’t know what was filtering in.

    “Yes I have a son.”

    “No sir,” Morgan interrupted, “we’re asking about your son.”
    Watching the man, he was surprised when he turned around and walked down the
    hallway, “come on in I was just having a drink” he called over his shoulder.

    The three looked at one another and followed him into the
    living room.  Walking in he waved them
    toward the couch. “Sit… now, what about my son?” He sat in his chair like he
    was holding court, picking up the beer he had left on the end table.

    Neither of them had taken a seat, they were instead looking
    around at some of the pictures on the tables and walls.  They were pictures of the man in front of
    them with a dark haired woman who strongly resembled Jane and a young boy of
    about eleven.  The woman’s body language
    in the photos was distinctly positioned away from the man and her smile was,
    well, non-existent.  Jane looked back at
    him, “Mr. Rodriguez, we need to ask you some questions about your son.”  Her voice was all business, so she was
    surprised when he started laughing.

    “You’re her aren’t you.”

    “I’m sorry?” Jane didn’t understand what he was talking
    about.

    Morgan was looking around uneasily, as was JJ.  Looking from the Rodriguez to Jane, Morgan
    was startled by a noise from below him.

    “Sir, is anyone else here?” Morgan asked.

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