"He's comin' your way, John!"

Dorian kept the communication line to John open as he rounded the corner at full speed, driving the suspect towards the back of the boat where John was waiting. The guy looked back over his shoulder at Dorian in hot pursuit and kicked it up a notch. His arms flailed wildly as he ran, and for a moment Dorian fought the urge to laugh.

The guy rounded the final corner of the deck, ducking out of Dorian's sight for a few seconds. He heard a flump of body on body contact, a scuffle, John yelling "You're under arrest!", and some garbled protestations. When he rounded the boat's corner, he saw that John had the suspect in a pretty decent headlock and was preparing to cuff him. Dorian smiled. Good teamwork today, he thought.

As soon as the thought crossed his, however, the perp rallied his wits and pushed back hard against John. On any other day that wouldn't have been a problem. John would have laughed and just continued reciting the guy's rights. But today they were on a boat. In the middle of the river, deck rocking back and forth and an unfortunately low railing. The back of John's knees caught the railing and he began to lose his balance. Dorian started forward, not too worried, because even if John fell over and got a little wet they still had caught the guy, and John would be fine.

"Hey-" John started to say, tightening his grip on the perp, but the guy just shoved again. John teetered on the railing for a long moment- then with a huge splash fell right into the river.

The perp didn't get a free pass though, and soon as John toppled over Dorian was there to quickly cuff him to the railing.

"Alright, now stay." Dorian suggested to the perp.

Dorian peered over the edge of the boat, but surprisingly didn't catch any sight of John. A pretty impressive bout of spluttering from round the boat's hull caught his attention however, and he went to lean over the railing on the other side.

"John?'" Dorian called. "Where are you, man?"

There was a splash and a garbled curse.

"John?"

"Dammit, Dorian, help!"

Dorian started laughing unccontrollably. John's wet face was peering out of the water, looking grumpier than usual if that were even possible. His spiky hair waas plastered down over his forehead and his dark brows were furrowed in complete concentration.

"John, c'mon, stop bein such a baby!" Dorian calleed out, still laughing.

Dorian looked closer. Was John...blushing? His face was sure red.

John splashed more and resigned himself to the worst.

"Can'tswim" he mumbled up at Dorian. Dorian's face lit up wth glee and he cupped a hand to his ear to hear better.

"Sorry, John, I didnt catch that. You can't what?"

"I CAN'T SWIM, DAMMIT" John yelled, his face going even redder.

Dorian just clung to the railing, laughing away. He caught his breaath long enough to call back:

"I thought you were the White Cheetah, John! You telling me the White Cheetah can't swim?"

John muttered under this breath about annoying androids.

"Want me to come in and get you?" Dorian offered. 'I'd enjoy the chance to rescue you, after all it's not like I dont do that everyday anyways."

"I can get m'self out!" John muttered, attempting a sort of dog paddle but immediately sinking under the water in a flurry of bubbles.

"John?"

No answer. Dorian shucked his jacket and kicked off his shoes, preparing to dive in. Just as he was about to, John's face broke the surface again, sputtering loudly.

"I'm comin' to getcha, John." called Dorian patiently.

John looked mortified. To Dorian's eternal amusement, he actually began to paddle away from the boat, only getting a few feet though. Dorian smoothly dived in and began stroking his way after John who was apparently so embarrassed at being rescued that he was flopping away from Dorian's help.

"John!" yelled Dorian exasperatedly, "Stop being such an idiot!"

"I can get myself out!" John yelled back, mouth full of water.

Dorian shook his head, his efficient freestyle stroke carrying him quickly towards John. He caught up and grabbed John around the waist, hoisting him up so he could breathe again. John sputtered annoyedly, muttering nonsense. Dorian kept one arm firmly around John's waist, supportin him, and began swimming back towards the boat. John sullenly stopped struggling and seemed resigned to his fate. Dorian boosted him back on the deck and pulled himself up after. John was soaking wet, water streaming from his clothes and hair.

"I coulda got myself out." he mumbled, shivering.

Dorian just rolled his eyes and set the boat on a navigation path back to shore.