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Just Talking About Baseball	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A very, very special thanks goes out to Janis Vizier for helping me with my Cajun Translation.
"Prentiss! Prentiss! Emily! Wake up. Please wake up!"
SSA Emily Prentiss turned her head, trying to escape the tapping on her cheeks and the light shining in her eyes. A voice in the distance kept calling out her name.
"Prentiss! Emily! Please. I need you to open your eyes."
Twisting her head, she tried to turn away from the pain in her head, a pain made worse by the hand tapping her cheek. "Stop." She moaned, slapping her hands out, trying to push the voice away.
"Prentiss! Open your eyes."
Blinking her eyes against the dappled light coming through the trees, she stared up into the concerned chocolate brown eyes of her Unit Chief SSA Aaron Hotchner. "Hotch?" She whispered, raising her hand to shade her eyes from the sun. "What's going on? What happened?"
"Oh Emily thank God." Hotch moaned, running a shaking hand through his hair. "Thank God you're okay. Can you sit up?"
Emily stared at him in confusion. What does he mean 'can I sit up'? What happened? Moving slowly, wincing at the pain in her head, Emily slowly pushed herself into a seated position. Glancing around she tried to place her surroundings. She was on the ground, mottled sunlight peeking through tree branches draped with moss. Suddenly it came back to her; they'd been on an Airboat traveling to a crime scene on a Swamp in Houma, Louisiana. "Hotch what happened?" She whispered.
"There was an accident. Our boat hit something." He said, wiping a shaking hand across his face. "I was able to hang onto you when we were thrown from the boat."
"Jimmy." She gasped, suddenly remembering the sweet boy who'd been their boat Captain. "Where's Jimmy?"
She watched at Hotch's normally stoic face turned pale. He looked ill. "He was thrown into the swamp. I couldn't get to him before they did."
"They?" Emily mouthed. She followed Hotch's eyes to the far side of the swamp.
"Oh my God." Her hands flew to her mouth, stifling her scream. "Are we safe here?" She whispered.
"I think so." He said, looking across the lake where the alligators lay sunning themselves on the far bank. "They seem to stay over there."
Emily wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. She sat that way for a moment, before glancing at her bare legs in confusion.
"Hotch? Where are my pants?"
"I'm sorry Prentiss. You're pants got tangled on something in the water. I tried to get them loose, but I had to get you out of the water as fast as I could. I'm sorry."
"Better my pants then my life." She whispered. "I can buy more pants. Thanks Hotch."
He shrugged and settled on the ground next to her. His white shirt was plastered to his back with sweat. She wondered vaguely where his suit coat and tie had gone. "So what do we do now?"
"Wait." He shrugged. "I can't find your cell phone and I can't get service on mine. Eventually someone will come looking for us."
"Eventually." She murmured.
Several Hours later…..
Sweat dripped down her face and burned her eyes. It was so hot and she was so thirsty. Glancing behind her she saw Hotch; he was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes.
Moving carefully she walked to the edge of the swamp. Bending down, she stretched her hand out to touch the water.
Emily cried out as she was yanked back by her arm. She landed hard on her ass, jarring her spine. "What the hell Hotch?" She asked, turning on him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hotch yelled, massaging his chest.
"I'm hot. I was trying to get some water."
Still rubbing his chest, Hotch looked around. Pulling a long branch from one of the trees, he walked to where Emily had been squatting by the water. Moving slowly, he lowered the branch and touched the surface of the water. Emily screamed as an alligator erupted from the water, jaws snapping at the branch.
"You're going to give me a heart attack Prentiss." Hotch panted, lowering himself to the ground.
"Does your chest hurt?" She eyed him with concern.
"No. Well, yes. A little, I think I pulled something when we were launched out on the boat. But my stomach's starting to hurt."
"You're getting heat cramps Hotch. We have to find a way to cool off or we're not going to make it until they find us."
"What do you suggest?"
"Take your shirt off."
"Okay." He unbuttoned his dress shirt and passed it to her. "Now what?"
"T-shirt too." She said, taking his shirt from his hand. "What kind of underwear are you wearing?"
"I beg your pardon?" Hotch paused with his t-shirt half off. "Why do you want to know about my underwear?"
"Come on Hotch. Don't be shy. Boxers, boxer briefs, tidy whitey's?"
"Boxer briefs." He said, passing his t-shirt to her. "Why?"
"Good. Cotton will hold more water then a polyester blend. Take them off."
"What are you planning, Prentiss?"
"You're going to watch my back while I soak these in the water. We'll be able to use them to cool off with when they're wet."
"Not a bad plan." He whispered, reaching to unbuckle his belt. "Turn around."
"Turn around?" She laughed. "Are you serious, Hotch? What are we twelve?"
"No. We're not twelve. I'm your boss. Now turn around."
"Fine." She turned around and stared out at the swamp. "Hurry up. I'm melting over here."
Hotch quickly toed off his shoes. He removed his pants and peeled his boxer briefs from his body, tossing them on the ground. Standing on one leg, he pulled his pants back on over one leg and then the other. "Okay. You can turn around."
Emily turned around just in time to see him pull up his fly and fasten the button. 'I wonder if he knows how incredibly sexy he looks right now.' She thought as she watched him buckle his belt.
Gathering up the clothing, Emily moved towards the edge of the water.
"Hang on." Hotch moved past her with the long stick in his hand. Sticking in the water, he checked several areas for alligators. "Okay."
Walking carefully to the edge of the water, Emily squatted down. She glanced nervously up at Hotch. "If you see an alligator. Yell."
"Don't worry. I will." His voice sound nervous.
Emily's eyes quickly scanned the swamp, seeing nothing, she began to soak the articles of clothing in the water, when they were saturated she sat them to the side. Hotch's eyes widened when she pulled her own t-shirt over her head and soaked it in the water. He tried to keep his attention on the water and not on her body. Without her t-shirt he had a clear view of the shapely cheeks of her ass, bare because of the thong she was wearing. She heard him clear his throat nervously.
"Pay attention to the water, Hotch." She warned, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra.
"Did you really need to remove that too, Prentiss?"
"The cups are foam. I'm hoping that they'll soak up and filter enough water that we can drink it. I'm putting my shirt back on. Oh that's better already." She moaned as she pulled her wet t-shirt over her head. "Okay. I'm done." She stood up, carefully holding her water filled bra.
Hotch watched as she carefully lifted above her head and sucked on the material. "How is it?"
"It tastes like swamp water. But at least it's wet." She passed her water filled bra to him.
"I can't believe I'm sucking water out of your bra." Holding the garment above his head and placing the cup to his lips. When he was done he passed it back to her.
"So was it everything you ever imagined?" She teased.
"No. In my imagination you were wearing it." He quipped back, raising an eyebrow at her.
Blushing furiously, Emily tossed his water soaked t-shirt to him. "Here. Put this on your head. It should cool you off."
More hours later...
"Hotch? Hotch? I'm not feeling so good."
"I know. I know. Stay with me Prentiss." He reached down and grabbed her wrist. Her pulse was racing and her skin felt cool and moist. Her normal pale complexion looked ashen. "Hang on Emily. I need you to hang in there for me."
"I feel dizzy."
"I know. Just hold on."
The sound of a motor caught his attention. Standing up, he scanned the swamp. Hotch watched with relief as a small boat came around the bend. Waving his arms frantically he called out.
"Hey! Over here?"
A grizzled old man angled the boat towards the shore. Stepping out onto the bank, he turned and pulled the bow further onto the bank. Standing up he eyed the two agents. "Looks like you got yo'self in some tracas, hein?"
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