Sue Thomas FBEYE

April Showers

"I hate rain."

"You love rain!" He winced when she pinned him with a fiery glare. Perhaps now wasn't the time to remind her of her love for all things spring.

"I hate rain almost as much as I hate showers."

"But you love showers..."

Eyes narrowed, lips pinched, the look matched the blue tinge to her skin. "And how would you know?"

"You're...uh...dripping..." He had the audacity to point at growing pool puddling at her feet...and onto his new carpet.

"Using those keen observation skills again, are you? Amazing how you've managed to hold onto all that Quantico training."

Yep she was steamed...or soaked to the skin...either way, it didn't bode well for him. He was the one who had fixed her car...and the hot water tap in her bathroom but he hadn't ordered the weather though it looked like she was going to pin that on him too. He was working his way into an indignant defense when she sneezed...and followed it up with a violent shiver.

"You're cold." If looks could kill he'd be six feet under.

"That's likely due to the cold shower I was forced to take this morning, followed by the walk in the cold rain since my car broke down half way here and you wouldn't answer your phone and now that I am here our plans are ruined anyway because I can't go out like....achoo....this."

"Ah...you don't look so bad...I heard the wet look was coming back in." That, evidently wasn't the right thing to say either.

"C-c-c-can y-y-y-ou just drive me h-h-h-ome, P-p-p-please?"

"What and ruin the leather interior of my car?" He ducked even though a violent shudder took the impact out of her halfhearted jab. "I've got just the thing to improve your outlook," he hastened to assure her.

"What?" She asked in grumpy disbelief.

"A shower...lots of steam...endless hot water..." and endless possibilities...now where had that thought come from?

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"I told you I HATE showers." Tara protested.

"Aw... c'mon... let's get you warmed up... besides.... While you shower, I can put your clothes in the dryer so that they're nice and warm when you get out." Bobby pleaded with her. "That way you won't drip on my interior."

She gave him a dark and dirty look. Oh yeah... he was a dead man.

"Tara..." He tried to think of something different. "You can take a bath then." He snapped his fingers at her. "That's it... a nice hot bath... lots of bubbles... hot water... droplets of water trailing down your per..." His ears turned red and he stopped, unwilling to meet her eyes.

Tara studied him, an amused twinkle stealing into her eyes as she struggled to stay mad at him. "But if you wouldn't have tried to fix my shower in the first place, I would have already showered in a hot shower." It was a losing battle but she had to try.

"But Tara... you asked me to fix it." He said, grateful for the lifeline that pulled him back from the brink of certain death. "Remember? You said you like how I look in a utility belt."

Tara smiled in spite of her best intentions. "You do look better in that utility belt than D or Myles." She allowed.

"And Jack." Bobby watched her. "Jack too... he doesn't look like he knows what any of the tools are for." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Say it Tara..."

She merely shrugged. "He might not look like he knows what they're for... but he might know how to fix a shower." She teased. "And a car."

"Sparky?" Bobby scoffed. "The man who put his car in the river? I doubt it."