"Okay – That's another project finished." 433 gave a satisfied sigh as he double-checked the door on the small cabinet. "What's next on the list?"

"How about a couple of hours off this afternoon and then a fresh start tomorrow morning?" Hotch suggested. "I think our next project is to rebuild the chicken coops."

"Does that include me too?" Hotch's latest junior apprentice, 615, piped up.

"It certainly does," Hotch assured him. "Take some time off and get caught up on your studies."

"I think what he really wants to study is one of the young ladies," 433 observed archly. "If I am not mistaken, her name is 628. And, I would guess that he isn't the only one who wants to do some studying." He looked knowingly at Hotch who blushed.

"I was considering going over to the dining hall to check on a planning meeting which should be going on about now," Hotch admitted. "They are reviewing the next crop rotation for the vegetable gardens. It has been suggested that they try growing a new variety of melons this coming season."

"And I would guess that 586 is involved with that," was the knowledgeable reply. "You could do worse, you know – Just keep an eye out."

"See you both tomorrow," Hotch brought the conversation to a close as he headed out the door.

As he walked towards the dining hall, Hotch saw the door open and 586 hurried out and headed towards the women's dorm. He quickly changed his course to intercept her, but then realized that 537 had suddenly materialized and was also headed towards the women's dorm. Hotch slowed down and watched as the man followed 586 though the door and into the dorm.

Not knowing what to expect, Hotch hurried to follow the two people and soon was standing in the common area of the women's dorm.

"NO!" the voice was coming from the wing where the private rooms were located. "I SAID NO!"

"What do you think you are doing?" Hotch was now sure that the voice was 586's. He hurried down the hallway leading to the private rooms.

"Get away from me!" The shriek echoed down the hall just as Hotch reached the door to 586's room.

When he flung the door open Hotch saw that 537 had forced 586 back on her bed and was sitting on her, pinning her to the bed.

"Admit it, you want this," he told 586. "It is your time – I can tell. And you know you want this." He began unbuttoning his pants.

"Get Away From Her!" Hotch roared as he charged into the room. "That is the woman I am going to marry – You leave her alone!"

"Oh Yeah?" 537 replied as he turned towards Hotch. "You think that you can just show up here and – " He stood up and took a swing at Hotch, who easily dodged the blow.

"I have been watching and waiting for 586 ever since she was a child," the rant continued. "And then Mistress sent her away to Farm #2 to study and when she came back she was pregnant. It's my turn now and you had better stay out of my way."

Five thirty seven aimed another blow at Hotch whose years of FBI training kicked in. He caught the arm in mid-air and, using 537's weight against him, easily flipped him to the floor where he pinned him down and held him.

"You can let go now," the woman's voice came from behind the two men. "He's not going anywhere."

Hotch turned his head and saw that several women, two of them holding heavy tree branches like clubs, had followed him into the room. A third woman had hurried over to sit with 586, and was holding her as she sobbed.

"Thanks!" Hotch stood up and nodded to the women. "Appreciate your help."

"Well, it looks like you have everything under control," 479, accompanied by two other men, commented as he joined the group. "I needn't have hurried over here."

"We got him all right," one of the women holding a club shook it menacingly at the prisoner as he lay on the floor. "Just let him try something now."

"I think he needs to go someplace where he can think things over," 479 suggested. "Men – Why don't you take him over to The Box and hook him up?"

"The Box?" Hotch questioned.

"A very small room with attachments on the ceiling and the floor for holding arms and legs in place while the prisoner stands upright," 479 explained while his two assistants grabbed hold of 537 and stood him up. "While he stands there he will have lots of time to think things over."

After 537 had been hustled out of the room, 479 turned to Hotch. "I understand that you said, in front of witnesses, that you intend to marry this woman," he said with a smile and a nod towards 586.

"Yes, if she will have me," Hotch acknowledged looking over at 586's tear-stained face.

"I will," she sobbed. "I will!"