Water Games (4x04)
[4x04 – Paradise]
"Love is like water; We can fall in it. We can drown in it. And we can't live with out it." –Unknown-
"Oh no," Emily mumbled despondently under her breath as she looked down at the faucet. For the past few minutes, Emily had been trying to get her jacuzzi tub to work but to no avail. Turning the knobs was producing a hollow, struggling sound but no water.
She was anxious to forget the past BAU case and waste hours in the tub with her new book and a very large glass of wine. However, she began to think that in true form to the rest of her life, this was not going to go as planned.
She looked around, crawling around the freestanding contraption to see if there was a disconnect somewhere. But all she found was a small water pipe that was producing sizeable drops of water on the tile floor ever so slowly. "Great," she muttered sarcastically.
Emily dropped to her knees; first investigating the long pipe and moving to its connection to the wall where the water was leaking. She attempted to push the pipe farther in while turning it to seemingly screw it in tighter, but the result was only more water leaking out of the hole, and this time, it was leaking so quickly that if it continued for much longer, it might flood the entire apartment.
She ran to check the other bathroom's water supply and also the kitchen sink, but only received the same screeching sound leaving her feeling ever so depressed that she had no water.
Her landlady was out of town but she knew that even if the old woman were here, she would be no help at all with a matter like this. It was still early in the evening so Emily stood and reached for her cell phone. She hit the speed dial and called the one person she knew that might just be able to fix her problem.
"Hello?" the voice of her partner Derek Morgan answered on the other end of the line.
"Morgan? Hey," she began.
"Hey Prentiss. What are you up to? Enjoying that hot tub without me?" he asked with a chuckle in mock self-pity.
"Well actually, that's what I was calling you about," Emily began shyly. "It's not working. None of my faucets are and I have no water and all I want to do is take a shower but I think the waterline has a leak in it," Emily took only a millisecond to gasp for air as she continued her now frantic speech. "And I may have made the problem worse messing with it because now the water is leaking so fast that I'm really considering starting to build an ark just in case I flood the city."
"Woah, woah slow down Princess!" Derek cut her off with a chuckle. "I'm on my way. Don't start gathering the animals two by two yet!"
"Oh I didn't mean you had to come over. I'm sure you're really busy. I'm sorry I just thought you would know what to do," Emily immediately responded, suddenly feeling guilty because of a nagging, but completely wrong, suspicion that Morgan would have a number of other things he would rather do than fix her problems.
"Don't be silly. I'll be there before you know it. And of course you wanted me to come over. Don't think I don't realize this is just a clever way for you party in that hot tub with me," she could hear the smirk in his voice as they both remembered her comment from earlier.
"Buddy if you can fix this, you can live in my hot tub for all I care."
"As long as you're there." The words slipped out of his mouth but he caught himself quickly. "I'll be there soon." And with that, they both hung up the phone, Emily still squinting her blushing face in deep thought at her partner's comment. Sure they flirted occasionally, she thought. Well, they flirted a lot actually. Emily always guarded her mind and her heart when it came to men but Derek Morgan could break through every single one of her defenses with just a look at her and she could never really understand why.
Although they had been growing close as partners, outside of work they were seeing more and more of each other. Through training workouts, fixing up houses or even just dinner and a movie, they were becoming much more than partners, they were becoming best friends. And the case before this one with Cyrus was when they both realized just how close they could have come to losing a member of their team, to losing each other. It was when they both realized how much they needed each other as partners, and deep down, maybe as something more.
For Emily, he could listen and understand. He knew her like no one else did even if he didn't know her deepest secrets. Derek could fix her problems without even knowing what they were. And she didn't know it, but she was his own special medicine when cases became too much to handle or hit too close to home. He just had to look at her, talk to her, be near her and his work was set right again.
Emily tried to get her mind off of the uncomfortable subject and busied herself with quickly putting away the clothes she had stripped off onto the floor when she thought she wouldn't have company.
Not even twenty minutes later, Emily quickly moved to the doorway to greet her partner after hearing a knock at her door. "I owe you big time," she said as she opened the door with a smile.
"Nonsense. What are friends for?" Derek smiled as he made his way through the door with his bag in hand. Though he didn't tell her, he really couldn't think of anywhere he would rather be. Her phone call had actually saved him from a blind date a friend had set him up on. A friend he played baseball with insisted he take this girl out but Derek didn't have the heart to tell him he wasn't interested. He wasn't even sure why he wasn't until this moment. He realized that when he was with Emily he didn't have to pretend, he could just be himself and that was enough. And she knew him better than anyone. So when they were together, they were both at their happiest state.
Emily only smiled with gratefulness as she followed her partner to the back of the apartment. "Alright Princess, show me what I need to fix so I can party in this hot tub." Derek turned to her as they maneuvered through her bedroom and into the master bathroom.
Emily had placed towels around the leaking pipe and Derek walked over to the wet area. He got down on his knees while Emily stood behind him hoping to somehow be of help. Morgan bent down to inspect the pipe and Emily had to catch herself as she admired his perfectly toned arm muscles flexing with every movement. Before her face could turn too pink, she was pulled out of her thoughts by his words. "Well it looks like the pipe to your hot water heater in the wall got disconnected somehow."
"I have someone come clean once a week and she came while we were gone."
"That must have been it," Derek agreed. "But it's okay. This should be fairly easy to fix, for now. But your lines are pretty rusted and will have to be replaced eventually."
"Yeah, this whole building is falling apart. Mrs. Stewart is such a nice woman but this is getting to be too much for her to handle. I've been thinking of trying to find a place closer to work anyway."
"Well maybe we can go look sometime. Let's get this fixed up first and we'll have you showered in no time so you won't stink anymore."
"Hey!" Emily laughed as she playfully pushed her partner.
"I'm just kidding," he chuckled. "But how about you use those efforts to help me hold this pipe while I fasten the line?"
"Sure," she smiled as she bent down next to him.
"Hold this up while I reattach the pipe," he showed her. Both partners were side-by-side, arms touching in the tight space. Derek began to secure the line but had to reach around Emily to keep the waterline from detaching completely. Unfortunately, he was only seconds too late.
Immediately, water began spewing out of the line like a fountain. Before they could even react, Emily and Derek were soaked from head to toe. Squealing ensued from Emily as only curses came from Derek's mouth as they both tried to stop up the now gaping hole in the pipe. This was the only incentive he needed to motivate him to fix the problem as fast as he could. So Derek was finally able to secure the pipe back as he struggled to see through the thick wall of water droplets accosting his face.
He fell with is back against the wall as he exhaled exhaustedly. Emily did the same as she leaned against the tub and eyed Derek with a smirk, attempting to hold in the giggles.
"It's not funny," Derek attempted to say in a serious tone.
"Yes it is," Emily managed to get out before busting into laughter.
"Coming from the one who is only as half as soaked as I am."
"Derek, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your clothes and have this happened," Emily said as guilt washed over her.
"Hey, you can always call me. I'll always be here for you. I do know of one way to make it better," he grinned mischievously as he began splashing water from the floor onto his now squealing partner. "Yeah, I think you're right Em. This is funny."
"Derek stop!" Emily laughed as she attempted to protect herself. Finally the two agents matured from their child-like states long enough to realize that although the problem was now solved, there was a huge mess to be cleaned up.
They both cleaned the water off of the floor together and Emily offered to buy Derek dinner in exchange for all he had done to help her that night. "I can dry your clothes in the dryer during dinner if you have your go-bag with you," she offered as they both took a look at their soaked clothes.
"I've got sweatpants in this bag in case I rip others while I'm working on houses. I usually have a shirt in there too but someone took the one I usually keep in here and hasn't given it back yet," he looked with a pointed but joking look at his partner with the mention of the FBI shirt Emily had never, and would never, give back. Emily only bit her lip and avoided her gaze at the mention of the shirt. "No worries Princess," Derek chuckled. "I've got more shirts in my go bag in the car. I'll order our food and go get one."
Emily quickly showered and changed in her room while Derek put on his dry sweatpants and cleaned up in Emily's guest bedroom. He made his way into the living room to grab his keys and cell phone. Derek was just about to call in their dinner order when he was stopped by a knock on the door.
"Morgan, can you get that?" Emily called from her bedroom.
He moved to open the door and was met with the startled face of a man about his age but not quite his own strong build. "Oh, hello," the man began, staring the bare-chested agent up and down, clearly not expecting Morgan to open the door. "Umm, I was looking for Emily. I'm Justin Davis," he said as put out his hand for the man to shake even though Derek was clearly not impressed.
"Derek Morgan," he replied with a squeeze of the smaller man's hand. "Emily and I work in the same FBI unit."
"Oh great. I just recently moved into the building and Emily told me something about her working in the FBI. Quite a dangerous job, I'm sure," Justin said in an attempt to make conversation while still standing awkwardly in the doorway. Luckily the two men were saved from any more tension by the object of both of their affections.
"Morgan?" Emily called, clearly not aware of the current situation. "I found something for you," she was about to continue when she saw the visitor. "Justin," Emily said as she walked down the hallway towards the door, clearly lacking enthusiasm.
"Hi Emily," the man replied as his face lit up at the sight of her. "Aunt Emma asked me to keep an eye on the place while she visited her daughter. I just heard some noises and wanted to make sure everything was all right."
"Oh everything's fine. Now, that is," Emily stressed. "I had a bit of a leak in my water line but Derek was able to fix it so it's all good now," she insisted with a light touch of her partner's shoulder.
"Okay," the man responded dejectedly. "Well if you have anymore problems I'm not too far away. Just let me know if you need anything," he offered.
"I certainly will. Thank you," Emily smiled warmly as Justin made his way back to his apartment.
The agents closed the door before speaking. Derek had a schoolboy grin on his face but now it was Emily's turn to stay serious. "It's not funny," she pointed a finger at Morgan.
"Yes it is," he laughed.
"No it's not," she said, a grin trying to creep it's way onto her face. "Mrs. Stewart is his aunt and ever the loving relative, has attempted to set him up with every single woman in this building. So now it's my turn," she said with annoyance.
"Sorry Em," Derek replied genuinely. "I'm sure it will pass soon."
"Let's hope so. Just another reason to want to move I guess. So, are you ready for dinner?" she changed the subject.
"Are you kidding? I'm starving!" Derek said.
"I'll call it in while you go put on a shirt," she smiled and Morgan finally realized she had been holding a shirt in her hand the whole time. "I guess it's time I give it up," she mocked sadness as she threw the FBI shirt at his bare chest to which he only laughed.
The agents ate dinner together and talked late into the night and Derek insisted Prentiss get some sleep. She followed him to the door as they continued talking.
"So I know of some great properties in the area if you're still up for looking. We could go apartment or house hunting tomorrow. I need a new project anyway," Derek winked. "Only if you still want to though."
"I would love that. Honestly, I hate doing things like that on my own. I guess that's why I've stayed here even if I didn't want to. But having a partner who is an expert with houses really comes in handy." Emily responded with a smile.
"Perfect. I'll pick you up at 9:30 then?" he asked from the doorway.
"Yes, I'll even make breakfast."
"Better make it for three just in case. You know Justin might come over to party in the hot tub and try to convince you to stay."
"Oh get out of here," Emily laughed as she playfully pushed Derek out.
"Goodnight Princess," Derek chuckled. "See you in the morning."
"Goodnight Derek," she replied. "And thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."
"I could say the same for you," Derek added softly before turning to walk to his car, leaving Emily with a goofy and flattered grin plastered on her face.
The two agents met the next morning to look at apartments for Emily; every landlord and realtor they met naturally mistook them for an engaged or newlywed couple looking for their first home together. They finally found a beautiful apartment with everything Emily could want and more. It was spacious, had a massive closet Derek only rolled his eyes at, actually had working water, and was far away from Emily's admirer Justin. However, it was only five minutes from Derek's house, something they both felt was the highest selling point of the entire deal even if they would never mention it.
So plans were made for Derek to help Emily move in the following weeks once the leases were completed. Even Garcia and Reid came over that night to celebrate a farewell to Emily's apartment with dinner and games along with their team members. After everyone had left, Emily made her way into her bathroom to finally enjoy the hot bath she had longed for. She moved to turn the water but stopped short at a peculiar site before her. In the very hot tub that created the entire ordeal in the first place, Emily found a bottle of her favorite wine, a copy of one of the Kurt Vonnegut books she didn't have in her collection, and the infamous FBI t-shirt. A small post-it note was stuck to the wine bottle as the only clue to the gift's origins. On it were only the words, "Don't make a mess this time." It was signed with the letter "D" along with a smiling face. Once again, he knew her too well; he knew how to fix her. She couldn't help but smile herself as she enjoyed the gifts in her new favorite room of her apartment.