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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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Hotch accepted the two bottles of water that the old man handed to him. "Thank you."
"Dat was yo airboat I passed down de river? You lucky dem gators didn' git you. You gonna want to sip dat water slow." He warned.
Aaron twisted the cap off and took a small sip before kneeling down next to Agent Prentiss. Lifting her head gently, he trickled some water into her mouth.
"Not too much dere." The old man cautioned. "You gonna make her malade. Now, what you two doing all de way out chere in the middle of dis swamp?"
"I'm Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner and this is Agent Emily Prentiss. We're with the FBI. Our boat wrecked on the way to investigate a crime scene. We're lucky you found us."
"You sure are, two yankees like y'all don' need to be out chere playin' aroun' in de swamp. You gonna get yo'selfs in more tracas dan you need, yah. You t'ink you can carry her in de boat? "
"I can walk, Hotch." Emily said, pushing his hands away weakly.
"Let me at least help you up." Hotch said, wrapping his arm around her waist as she got shakily to her feet.
"Depeche and put her in de boat." The old man saying, starting the outboard engine. "It gonna be dark. We better get out of dis swamp.'"
"What's your name?" Hotch asked, settling on one of the bench seats of the boat. Emily leaned heavily against him.
"De jus call me Papere Mazoo, me."
"Papere?" Hotch repeated, his voice almost lost over the roar of the motor.
"I think it means "Grandfather." Emily said. "He's speaking a French English Patois."
"Glad you can understand him." Hotch muttered, handing her a bottle of water.
The two agents sat in silence. Hotch checked his ankle holster, making sure his Glock 26 was still in place. He didn't know this man and had no idea where he was taking them. He looked up as they rounded a bend, a small house coming into view.
Emily leaned heavily on him as they followed the old man into the home. It was small but seemed very clean, Hotch was disappointed when he watched the old man light an oil lamp and set it on the table. Pulling his cell phone out, he checked the bars. He still couldn't get any reception.
"Do you have a telephone?" He asked, looking around the room.
"No phone, no lights, pas rien du tout."
"We need to get back to the Police Precinct."
Not tonight, I won't take de boat back to de swamp in de dark and my ole patrack won't make it dat far. An' she," he hooked his thumb to indicate Emily. "needs to cool off and rest befo' she go anywheres."
Hotch followed the old man across the room. He opened a door revealing a bathroom with a large claw foot tub.
"Dis here's de chambre a bain. Water runs on a pump here. So don' waste my water. Dis ain't no high class hotel, no. She's gonna need help takin' a bath. Looks likes she still can't stand good. Dat yo' woman?"
Hotch nodded his head, still unsure what the man was saying.
"She sho is a pretty pischouette. I be happy to help her if you don' want to."
"No." Emily said suddenly, her voice sounding surprisingly strong. "Hotch. Please you have to help me." Her eyes looked frightened.
"I can take care of her." Hotch said stiffly, leading her into the bathroom.
"Mais, whatever you want." The old man remained at the door, staring at Emily.
"We'll just be a moment." Hotch said, pushing the door closed. "Thank you for your help."
"Don' waste my water." The man called from behind the closed door.
"I'm so sorry, Hotch." Emily said, sitting on a bench as she watched her Unit Chief fill the tub with cool water. "I'm sorry you have to do this, but I sure didn't want him to help me. He was giving me the creeps the way he was looking at me."
"It's okay. I didn't like the way he was looking at you either." Hotch said stiffly. He looked up at a sharp knock on the door. Standing up, he went and opened the door.
"Here's a dress she can wear." The old man held up a faded housedress. "Dat was my wife's, before she took off."
"Thanks." Hotch took the dress and closed the door again.
Laying the garment aside, Hotch turned back to the tub and turned the taps off. "Let's get you in here and cool you off." He said, gently lifting Emily and lowering her into the water.
"Oh God." Emily moaned, sinking into the cool water. "That feels wonderful."
"Good." Hotch said, pressing his fingers against the side of her neck. "Your pulse is much better. You had me worried for a minute." He leaned back on his haunches, rubbing his stomach.
"Do you still have heat cramps?" Emily asked, her tone demanding.
"I'm fine." He said sharply.
"No you're not, Hotch. You need to cool off too. Get in here with me."
"Prentiss." Hotch said, his voice wary.
"Don't Prentiss me, Hotch. You need to cool off and you heard what he said "Don't waste my water." So get your ass in here."
"In my pants? In case you forgot, we left my underwear out in the swamp."
"So get naked. Oh God, Hotch." She rolled her eyes at the look that came over his face. "Believe it or not, I HAVE seen naked men before."
"Fine." Hotch grunted, his lips disappearing in a thin line. "Close your eyes."
"Close my eyes. I had no idea you were this modest, Hotch."
"Well I am. So just do it."
Emily closed her eyes and listened as Hotch unbuckled his belt, she felt the water deepen and his leg brush against hers as he settled into the cool water. "Can I open my eyes now?" She teased.
"Yes."
She opened her eyes and stared at him sitting across from her in the claw foot tub. "Hi." She whispered softly.
"Hi." He said, a shy blush coming over his face. "You're right, this does feel much better."
"Well Hotch. I hope you don't mind. But I'm NOT modest and I'm going to take my t-shirt off now."
"Go ahead." He smirked. "It's totally see through anyway."
"Well thanks so much for telling me." She groaned, peeling of her wet shirt and tossing it on the floor. Blushing, she sank deeper into the tub and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I thought you said you weren't modest?" He teased.
"Quit staring at me. You're acting like such a man right now."
He laughed loudly and reached for the bar of soap resting on the table near the tub. "I can't help it. I am a man, or hadn't you noticed that?"
"Oh, I've noticed." Emily sighed. "Hand me that bottle of shampoo, will you?" She said, sinking down in the tub to submerge her head.
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