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    Targeted-Rizzoli & Isles/Criminal Minds Crossover

    “Yeah” Frost whispered.
    Continuing down, they saw boxes and storage on one side of the basement
    and gym equipment along the other.  There
    was even a heavy bag laying at angle against one corner which they ignored
    until it moved and they heard the sound again.

    The bag fell over and both saw Morgan at the same time,
    trying to get up.

    “***** Derek!” running over, Emily pushed her partner back
    down into a sitting positing.  “Derek
    what the hell happened?”  Looking into
    his eyes, she saw him trying to track her.
    Shaking his head he cursed and bringing a hand to his head was surprised
    when it cam away bleeding.

    “Goddammit” he groaned. Confused, he looked at Emily “what
    are you doing here?  What the hell
    happened?”

    “That’s what we want to know man!” Frost was pissed.
    “Where’s Jane?” he yelled.

    “Owww, not so loud…” his head was pounding.

    “Derek…Derek look at me dammit…” the desperation in her
    voice helped him focus, Derek where’s JJ?” She said desperately.  This wasn’t happening for God’s sake.  This was why he had come, to keep them safe,
    to keep JJ safe.

    “Derek!”

    “Pren…Prentiss, I don’t know…***** I don’t know…I came down
    here to check on a noise and…they called me to come up so we could leave…I got
    as far as the stairs…I don’t know what the hell hit me.”

    “This is what hit you.” Frost held up a crowbar, grabbing it
    with his sleeve to avoid smudging any prints. Angrily he dropped it and went
    upstairs ‘I have to call it in.”

    Nodding at his retreating back, Emily faced Derek again.  The look in her eyes was unnerving and he cast
    his eyes downward.  He fucked up.  Meeting her eyes, he saw the flash of anger
    and desperation she was trying to control.

    “Derek talk to me what happened when you first came in.”

    Derek tried to recall all the details of the visit and
    quickly remembered. “He knew who Detective Rizzoli was.”

    “What?”

    “Rodriguez’ father, he knew who Rizzoli was in relation to
    his son.”

    “AND YOU LEFT!” Emily’s anger was a living breathing
    thing.  She tried to take a calming
    breath but it was near impossible. “Derek why the hell would you leave?”

    “I heard a noise and went to follow up on it Prentiss, how
    could I know?”  Quietly he said, “I
    didn’t know…I heard JJ call for me before I blacked out.  I don’t know what else happened”

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