Morgan answered his ringing phone. "Hey, Baby Girl. What you got?"

"Are you with Hotch?" She asked slightly panicked.

"No. What's wrong?"

"Hotch called me, I couldn't understand him that well, he said something about a hospital and Reid. I tried calling him back but the phone went straight to voicemail. So I am starting to freak out over here."

"Okay, you need to calm down. I am with the sheriff, let me figure this out and I will call you back."

"You better." She threatened and hung up her phone.

Morgan went into the next room to talk to the sheriff. "Could you call Deputy Willis and see if you can reach him?"

Sherriff Haskell dialed the deputy on his phone to get an update. "Okay, thanks." He said as he hung up the phone then turned to Morgan and Rossi. "It turns out that Doctor Reid hit his head pretty badly, Willis took him to the hospital. Agents Hotchner and Prentiss were left up on the mountain."

Rossi pulled out his phone to dial Agent Jareau. "I need you to get to the hospital. Reid was brought in with a head injury. No, I am unsure of his condition. Morgan and I will go get Hotch and Emily. Call me with an update." Rossi disconnected the call and turned to Morgan. "Okay, let's go."

"I will fill in Garcia on our way."


Prentiss and Hotch stared into the fire in silence. She looked toward the stocked pantry. "Well, I hope this guy doesn't mind if I help myself to something in here." She stood up and walked to look at the canned goods. Bending down, she grabbed a couple of cans, she looked up and located a pot. After opening the cans and dumping the contents into the pot, she returned to put the pot on top of the burning logs. "I found a couple of cans of soup. It was the only food over there that looked decent."

She stayed knelt in front of the fire, stirring the soup every so often with a spoon. Hotch got up from the couch and joined her. "So, where did you learn to cook like this?" He teased.

"Actually, it was my time at Yale. I was kind of a nerd. I stayed in my room reading a lot. I lived off of premade foods for a while." She looked at Hotch who stared at her with an eyebrow raised. "Oh, you were making a joke." She sat down on the floor and pulled the pot from the fire and placed it between the two of them.

Hotch took one of the spoons from her hand and they both started to eat the soup. "You know, Jack says that soup always tastes better when you slurp it." With his next spoonful he made sure to make a lot of noise."

Prentiss looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you." She laughed at him as they continued to eat. Once they were finished, Hotch picked up the pot and spoons and placed them in the sink. On his way back to the couch, he added another log on the fire. Then they both sat down and stared at the flames.

Prentiss turned to look out the window and saw the thick snowfall covering the already white landscape with another layer. "It's really coming down out there." She began to rub her arms.

Hotch got up and went into the bedroom, he came back with the quilt from the bed and threw it over her shoulders.

"Thanks." She said looking up at him. "Won't you be cold?"

"I'm okay for right now." He took his place at her side.


Morgan, Rossi and the sheriff got out of their SUV at the base of the trails where their teammates were hours earlier.

Rossi looked around not seeing anything to point him in a specific direction. "So where do we go from here?"

"Well, there are two hiking trails that lead to cabins. Willis said that they were going up the right side. So I think we should start looking in that direction." Haskell started up the path Prentiss and Hotch were assigned. "Unfortunately with all this snowfall, we won't be able to track them by their prints in the snow."

The group continued up the path looking for their missing friends.


"I did not say that." Prentiss laughed.

"Oh yes you did." Hotch smiled. "You said that I smelled like cinnamon rolls and pine trees."

She covered her eyes with her hand. "I can't believe I drank that much." She said, embarrassed. "I usually don't get like that."

"Well, I was right there with you. I had a lot more than I usually allow myself." He looked at the fire. "But I think that it was worth it."

"I agree, I got to see a side of you that I get to see all too infrequently. You need to be able to let your hair down, so to speak. Otherwise, Hotch, you are going to explode."

Hotch got up from the couch, anxious to change the conversation from about him. So he poked at the fire and added another log. "Is it me or is it getting colder in here?"

"I was going to say the same thing." Prentiss agreed as she held open the quilt. "Do you want to sit under here with me? It is warmer."

Hotch conceded and sat next to her, wrapping the open side of the quilt around his arms. The two were forced to sit right next to each other. "You know this will keep us warmer… transferring body heat." He looked her in the eyes. "We could make it to one-hundred and ninety-six degrees." He said with a straight face.

"What?" She looked at him like he was crazy. "That's impossible."

"Oh no, it's true."

Prentiss smirked. "Oh yeah, how is that?" She asked, playing along.

"Well, the average person's body temperature is ninety-eight degrees, so you double it, like we are doing, and it creates one-hundred and ninety-six degrees. It's true, it's science." He couldn't keep the straight face anymore and let out a laugh." She joined him. "I almost had you going there for a second."

"I was starting to think that you still had some of that alcohol in your system."

"I wish." He replied with a yawn. The two agents curled up together on the couch, in front of the roaring fire and drifted off to sleep.


The door to the cabin flew open with Morgan and Rossi charging in with their weapons drawn. Hotch and Prentiss jolted and turned around to face their fellow agents with surprised looks on their faces. Morgan lowered his weapon unsure of how to respond to seeing them under a blanket together.

Rossi holstered his glock. "Is this going to be a new thing with us? Me walking in on you two in compromising positions?"