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They don’t seem like a group that would go together. You watch them from your perch on the lifeguard stand. It’s a group of seven of them with three boys. One is probably 8 or 9 the next is a bit younger, maybe 7 and the last is just a toddler. His mom is the pretty blonde who had grabbed your attention with her laughter. But now it was the whole group that your eyes kept wandering toward. A tall skinny man with long hair who seems to be refusing to take off any street clothes. A confident size 12, a woman not much unlike yourself, in the most fantastic bikini you’ve ever seen with striking blonde hair. A black man with muscles for days and tattoos who keeps trying to coax the tall man to join him in the water. A woman with dark hair clipped up off her neck stretched out on a low beach chair who seems to be asleep but when the black man gets too close she raises a warning finger and he backs off with a laugh. The last two adults in their group are both men, one with greys showing on his temples who is sitting next to the brunette woman with a smile on his face and seems to be throughly enjoying the chaos. The final man also with dark hair, he’s got a nice form, not quite like the tattooed man but he’s still looking pretty sexy as he plays catch with the boy who is clearly his son and the blonde woman’s older son.
A scream pulls your attention, there’s a guy whose gotten a little too risky and gone too far out. He’s unable to keep himself above the waves. Idiot. You blow your whistle and leap from the tower. You strip yourself of your sunglasses and hat then you’re in the saltwater. Shallow dive, a handful of strokes and you feel his hands grab onto you. Shoving him away you dive then get the red stick out in front of him.
“Grab the stick.” You say when you surface. “The stick!” He reaches for you again. His eyes are glazed and you’re not sure if it’s from lack of oxygen and fear or alcohol. He grabs you and you clock him in the face with a fist. His head goes under and you reach forward and get the stick under his arms then start swimming toward shore. God he’s heavy. He’s unconscious now but you’re not too worried. Suddenly there are hands there helping you. Pulling him to the shore. It’s the black man and the younger dark haired man. One starts compressions before you can finish dragging yourself to shore.
“He’s fine.” You huff. “I knocked him out, he would have drown us both.” You spit out some ocean water then shake the man you recognize as one of the frat guys, Mark.
“What?” The brunette asks looking over at you.
“I-” you cough up more ocean. Gross. “I had to knock him out or he would have killed us both.”
“So he was conscious when you got out there?”
“Yes. He didn’t drown. That’s Mark Something from one of the frats. They do a drink and dive as a dare. I fish these idiots out of the water almost weekly.” You’re getting too old for this. It is a nice summer gig between the school year though.
“So do we just let him lay there?”
“I have smelling salts on my stand. Front pocket of the bag.” You go to stand and find your legs giving out on you.
“Woah.” The man by you says. “I’ll get them.”
“And my water please.” You cough up some more water. He nods and you sink back down to the firm wet sand.
“A drink and dive?” The man with tattoos asks.
“Yea. They tell the freshman there’s something out there, a treasure or some shit like that. So they get drunk then go dive for it.” You roll your eyes as the other man brings the smelling salts and water back. Passing you the water he tosses is partner the salts. “I’m Hanna by the way.” You say after a long pull from your water.
“I’m Aaron Hotchner and that’s Derek Morgan. We’re FBI.”
“That explains it.”
“What?”
“You were good in a mild crisis. Are all of you FBI?” You ask gesturing to the rest of their group who are watching from a distance.
“Yea. Morgan and I were on our way out to you to help. You’re fast.”
“I’ve been life guarding out here since I was 16. Now I only do it during the summer.”
“We’re here for a much needed vacation.”
“Well, if you want to know the best places to hit let me know. I’m off tomorrow if you want a tour guide.” You grin up at him. The moment is ruined by Mark coming to and swearing loudly.