Prompt 5: for warmth
set during s2
(Hotch)
They're having the worst luck on this case.
Bodies are accumulating at an alarming rate, even for their team, Morgan and Reid have been fighting over something completely asinine for the past few days, and the blizzard-like conditions haven't let up since they touched down.
And now, to top it all off, he and Prentiss are stuck in a ditch, the SUV on its side after hitting a patch of ice on their way back to the precinct. He'd called the team, and he's certain that JJ got the message, despite the godawful connection. Help should be on its way.
Except it's been half an hour already, and there has to be a broken window somewhere from the way the temperature's dropped. If help doesn't get there soon…
Prentiss is curled up in the backseat, feigning sleep. She'd shrugged it off when he'd told her they were in for a long wait, claiming nothing could be worse than falling through thin ice in Kiev when she was seventeen.
Except her lips are blue (though to be fair, his probably are as well) and he can see how hard she's shivering (probably as hard as he is).
He's given her space up 'til now because they're not friends, are barely friendly, and he wasn't about to force his presence on someone that didn't want him around, especially when the feeling was oh-so-mutual.
The need for warmth winning out, he crawls into the backseat and tugs Prentiss into his lap.
She jerks away instantly, her reactions too quick for her to have really been sleeping. Her eyes are wide with shock and something else he can't quite get a read on.
He sighs. "Either we huddle for warmth, or we freeze to death before help arrives. Your choice."
She scowls and rolls her eyes, but reluctantly presses herself against him. Their combined body heat has her relaxing, and within minutes she's actually asleep.
(He tells himself it's the hypothermia talking when he thinks how incredibly right it feels to have her in his arms.)