Just a quick three shot of Dave/Ash for ilovetvalot.

Song prompt: "When I Look Into Your Eyes" by Vince Gill & Amy Grant

When I Look Into Your Eyes

The volume of the police station was loud as the sounds from keyboards clacking, doors slamming, and loud voices permeated the air. Normally that wouldn't bother Ashley Seaver, but normally, she wasn't suffering from a splitting headache induced by a well tossed blow of the would be mugger.

Moving the ice pack higher on her cheek, she leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Good God, what she would give for a glass of red wine and a nice warm bubble bath…maybe even some Vince Gill on the stereo.

"Come on, Ash," she chastised herself. "You don't have your keys, so how would you drive? Plus with the shiner you are going to have soon enough, driving at night might not be a good idea."

Her stomach rumbled in protest as she realized that she hadn't eaten all day. Other than the granola bar she had swiped from the breakfast bar at the hotel, she hadn't had anything nourishing all day. What were the odds of being in New York alone without any contact? So much for her weekend getaway.

Liar! You came up to New York to spy on David Rossi!

"That's not true," she argued. "Is it a coincidence that he would be in town for a book signing?"

Coincidence? Ha! You don't believe in 'coincidence', so that means you followed him. Why don't you just admit that you got it bad for the old profiler?

"No! I don't have it bad. And he's not old!"

Sure! You haven't dreamt about him…what you would do if you got him alone? Her conscience taunted. Maybe find out what is under those tailor made Levi's?

"Shut up," she commanded herself, but she still blushed. Despite the image of David Rossi, she still had a predicament: how was she going to get back to her hotel? Maybe she could hail a cab or maybe ask one of the nice police officers for a ride back to the Ramada. She could order room service and take a bath. Then in the morning she was going to head back to Quantico. So much for a weekend getaway… A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Agent Seaver?" a deep voice asked cautiously.

"Yes?" she replied and tried to straighten up. Not much she could do for the ripped blouse or her disheveled hair, but at this point she didn't care; she wanted to go home.

"Your ride is here," the Chief of Police said as he stepped inside. In his late forties with salt and peppered hair, his smile was warm. Protective of the young woman suddenly in his charge, he had offered Ashley his office to relax in after taking her statement.

Ashley paused. "My ride? I…didn't call anyone," she said carefully.

The Chief smiled softly. "I hope you don't mind, but while you were making your statement, I took the liberty of going thru your contacts list. I saw that you had David Rossi as your point of contact, so I…called him for you."

"You what?" Ashley's eyes widened in surprise and horror.

"I'm sorry, Agent Seaver," he apologized.

"What did he…?"

"He's here to pick you up."

"What happened?" Dave Rossi's voice boomed as he hurried into the small office. Taking one look at Ashley, he immediately knelt down in front of her. "Are you okay? Tom, tell me what happened."

Suddenly self conscious, Ashley pulled the thin blanket up over her shoulders. "I…I'm fine," she stammered. "What are you doing here?"

"I was at the Hilton when I got the call that you were mugged," Dave explained. His eyes looked her over and narrowed when he saw the bruise on her cheek and the beginnings of a black eye. "Has she been to the emergency room?" he demanded of the rookie.

"We treated her at the scene…that's what she wanted," Tom replied evenly.

"You should have had an examination. Are you sure you're okay? No broken bones?"

Surprised by Dave's concern, Ashley gave a nervous laugh. "I'm fine. You should see the other guys," she remarked.

"She's telling the truth," Tom chuckled. "She really kicked their…" he paused for a more appropriate word, "she defended herself very well," he concluded proudly.

"Why are you still here?" Dave asked.

"Because I may have got two of the guys, but the third one stole my keys and my rental. I was getting ready to call a cab."

"They stole your car?" Dave questioned.

Ashley shrugged. "At least I got to keep my purse," she quipped. "I don't have to worry about replacing my cards or ID or my gun. So the car was gravy when you consider everything else."

Dave stood up. "What is going to happen, Tom? Does she need to make a statement?" His hands flexed unconsciously at the thought of getting hold of the thugs who had hurt Ashley.

"She made her statement already, and we have the guys. Seems they have rap sheets an inch thick. But now, with the assault of a federal agent and grand theft auto charges, and this being their third strike…they might be willing to cut a deal," Tom supplied.

"So, she's free to go?" Dave inquired.

The Chief nodded. "She is. She just needs to make sure that we can contact her when we recover the car, but other than that, any time she wants to leave…"

"You can contact me," Dave stated, then looked at the blonde wrapped in the thin grey blanket. "You ready to go?" he suggested.

Ashley nodded and stood up. "Yes. I'm going to get a drink of water," she said and left the room.

Dave slipped his card to the Chief. "I'm staying at the Hilton down the road; Ashley will be there too. Call me if you hear anything."

Tom took the card. "I will. It was good to see you again, Dave. Too bad it had to be under these circumstances."

"Maybe we can get together sometime," Dave offered. "Once in a while the BAU gets a weekend off."

"That would be great." Tom took the card and laid it on his desk. Turning back around, he glimpsed Ashley in the waiting room getting a drink from the fountain. He flashed Dave a smile. "You take care of her. She's a good kid."

"I know. I had the pleasure of working with her for a few months at the BAU. She's had a rough start when it comes to life, but she's a fighter."

Tom chuckled lightly. "Considering the hell she gave those two muggers, I don't doubt that she can take care of herself. But she's going to need a little TLC."

Dave watched Ashley thru the blinds. "I think you're right," he murmured. His heart constricted at the thought of anyone wanting to hurt Ashley Seaver.

"So, I'll call you later. Maybe we can schedule a golf date," Tom said and broke thru Dave's reverie.

Dave nodded. "Okay." He extended this hand toward the Chief. "Thanks for calling me."

"Take care of her," Tom ordered.

"I will." Dave left the room and walked over to Ashley. "Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"Yes!" Ashley exclaimed.

Dave wrapped a protective arm around his charge. "Let's get you out of here and get a hot meal in you." He guided her down the long hallways to the front door of the police station. Down the stairs to the curb, he hit the button on his key chain to disengage the alarm before opening the door so Ashley could get inside.

Once they were both settled, Dave started the engine. Throwing the gears in drive, he eased into the traffic, but instead of heading south, he went north.

"My hotel is down that way," Ashley remarked as she pointed behind her.

"You're not going to your hotel," Dave commented. "You're coming to mine."

The sensation of butterflies filled Ashley's stomach. "What?"

"You heard me. You were mugged and now I've been ordered to take care of you. Now sit back and relax and let me do my job," Dave returned with a wink. Reaching over, he turned up the music, effectively cutting off further conversation.

A hundred times she had dreamt of Dave riding in and rescuing her. But now that the moment had arrived, she was suddenly nervous at the prospect of spending time with the man she had been harboring a crush on since as far back as she could remember. And now she was going to his hotel room. Oh boy! Sighing, Ashley leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes.