WHO: Isabela, Aaron Hotchner, and some Zevran WHAT: Unexpected meetings WHERE: Isabela's boat, anchored in Freeport, Bahamas WARNINGS: It's Zev and Isabela. I'd rate this at least a PG, if not higher.
Isabela was sitting on the deck of her boat, which she'd nicknamed Gypsy, engrossed in a romance novel. The weather was lovely, the wine was good, and the book was so awful it was good. She'd managed the telephone for the third time ever, and gotten a possible lead on a courier job running goods between the islands in the Bahamas - it was easy work, but work nonetheless. The first step to a real ship. And Hotchner had promised to come down after his workday ended, which would still be a decent hour in the Bahamas. Life was good.