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The Trickledown Effect
"Of course, Agent Jareau," Dave answered drolly, staring up at the ceiling, "I shower in my three piece suit every day. I wouldn't want to offend my loofah's delicate sensibilities."
Taking a step back, JJ cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. "You know I can leave. I do an excellent imitation of your serial killer scrawl. That file can be magically completed without your assistance. What's a little forgery charge, after all?"
"Okay, okay," Dave said quickly, his damp palms pressing against the glass, "I'm sorry, Jen! Just don't leave!"
Letting out a sigh as she watched his fingers seem to reach out toward her, JJ knew she was a goner, in spite of her earlier thoughts. Sliding her suit coat off her shoulders as she examined the seal on the shower's door, she asked, "How much is it worth to you?"
"Worth?" Dave echoed. Hell, when had he been reduced to negotiating for his freedom? In his own home, none the less.
"Uh huh," JJ grunted, tugging at the stall door as her blonde brows drew together in consternation. Damn, that thing was really jammed.
"Whatever you want, Jen," Dave growled, pushing his hands against the frame. "Just get me out of here!"
"I am trying," JJ muttered, tugging harder as she blew a strand of hair off her face. "But you're REALLY stuck, Dave. This thing isn't giving a bit," she complained, pulling again, harder this time, her upper arm muscles straining from the effort.
"Yeah, I got that memo, babe," Dave grumbled, throwing his shoulder against the stall door, sliding slightly on the slick floor.
"It's swelled shut," JJ panted, taking a step back after several minutes of pulling while Dave repeatedly threw his body at the door.
"No shit," Dave huffed, glaring at her through the cloudy glass as he surreptitiously massaged his shoulder, hoping that she couldn't see that at all.
"Must be all that hot air you've got," JJ retorted, fighting a grin as she watched his shadow pace the shower stall again. The man really did have a well-formed tush…and oh, the fantasies that sight would fuel for months to come.
"JJ," Dave said suspiciously from the other side of the glass when her body didn't move for several seconds and her head cocked to the side. "Are you checking me out?" he asked, eyes twinkling as a slow smirk twisted his lips, his hands dropping to his sides as he unconsciously straightened his shoulders.
"Of course not!" JJ yelped, turning quickly, thankful that he couldn't see the flush of embarrassment climbing her cheeks. "I was deliberating our next step."
"Sure you were," Dave placated her, more than thrilled when Little Davey took an immediate interest at the turn in conversation.
"I still have that option of leaving," JJ grumbled, dropping her hands to her hips as she turned around to face the shower again. "But honestly, I think it's time to bring out the big guns, Dave. Where are your tools?" Silence reigned as she stared at the cloudy glass. "You aren't afraid for me to handle your tools, are you, Dave?" she asked blandly.
Oh, he definitely had a tool he'd love for her to handle, but somehow, he was fairly certain that his blatant desire for the woman on the other side of the glass wouldn't be appreciated right now. And more importantly, he would be left stranded inside this tomb until the end of time. "Of course not, Jen," Dave choked, swallowing hard as he forced himself to think. "But since I paid over five grand for this state of the art water system, dismembering it with your bare hands might be a bit..."
"Necessary," JJ insisted, blowing out an impatient breath as she continued to stare into the foggy glass. "Face it, Dave. We're gonna have to break the glass."
"Honey, it's not the glass I'm worried about you breaking," Dave replied, fighting a laugh. "I've got some pretty important material in here that I'd like to remain unscathed."
"Seriously," JJ groaned, pressing a hand to her reddening cheek. "THAT'S what you're worried about? The continued safety of your dick?"
"Jen, honey," Dave tried again, ignoring the thrill that one word sent through his body, "Please? Let's just try the push-pull thing one more time. I've gotta good feeling about this one."
"Of course you do," JJ muttered, reaching for the stall door again. "Your energy has been miraculously renewed by the idea that your penis might be in danger of mutilation."
"You gotta admit," Dave reasoned, smiling widely as he watched her wavering figure move closer. "It's a hell of an incentive to a guy."
"Just shut up and push on the count of three, Rossi," JJ ordered indignantly, hiking her skirt up as she braced her feet on the plush rug beneath her feet. Screw the Bureau. She wanted her raise to come out of David Rossi's hide for inflicting this kind of humiliation on her.
"One," she counted, her voice loud in the bathroom. "Two! Three!" she yelled, heaving at the door with all her strength as Dave pushed from the opposite side.
She should have expected what was coming next. Really, she should have. Hadn't she taken the required physics course in college and learned all about equal and opposite reactions? But, after an hour of struggling to get the shower door open, the fact that it did finally release wasn't something she was prepared for. And as David Rossi's solid body hurtled into her, they were both knocked to the floor in an unceremonious heap.
Catching her breath as his heavy weight settled on top of hers, JJ's eyes finally opened to stare into his dancing orbs.
"Fancy meeting you here, Agent Jareau," Dave teased, the soft body beneath him doing wonderful things to his own. Little Davey was definitely exhibiting obvious signs of paying attention to the current situation. "So glad you stopped by."
Shaking her head absently up at him, she said the first thing that came to mind. Another bad habit of hers that he took extreme delight in exploiting. "You're making me all wet, Dave," she whined, shimmying beneath him as she slid her legs against his damp body.
"There's so many ways I could go with that statement, Babe," Dave grinned mischievously, capturing her squirming shoulders with his strong arms. "But suffice it to say that under different circumstances, those words would be music to my ears. Just consider it the trickledown effect."
And dropping her head back to the rug beneath her head, JJ sighed. Yep, she'd definitely earned a raise today. She'd just never suspected it would take the form of an incredibly naked, definitely interested former Italian Lothario blanketing her body.
Maybe it was true, she thought idly as her own body began to respond excitedly. Some days you're the windshield. Some days you're the bug.
And, honestly, today… she couldn't wait to find out which one she was. Either way, she had a feeling she was about to be taken on the ride of her life.