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· · · · ♡ IF (SAINZ WIN == TRUE) (cs55)

… starring carlos sainz x f!engineer!reader ... 4.4k words ... in which carlos is an effusive, self-assured lad to every member of his team... except ferrari's head software engineer, making her wonder if he secretly hates her guts. ... based on this request ... warnings for language (minor) ... my first ever (posted) fic for carlos aaaaa (i have written A Lot More about this man because he occupies my every waking hour, but i shan't share it yet). in honor of me missing my communication networks final last week i made the reader a software engineer, but you would Never catch me willingly coding anything in c++ outside of my mandated assignments. no not even for carlos sainz jr. i have morals. this is open for part 2 if you guys enjoy it <3

He speaks the language of princes.

It's not in anything he says, no, he's much too industrious to waste time boasting, but rather in all that he doesn't. Carlos walks into the Ferrari motorhome, with that good-natured smile and that slightly disheveled hair from the morning's cycling session, and heads bow. Not out of plight, or even obligation, but mostly because it's hard not to. His warm greetings to everyone—Ciao's and even Come stai?'s to his team members strolling down the hallways before the weekend—, his keen interest in remembering little things about engineers' and photographers' lives, his nonchalant stride around the parc fermé all force camaraderie at least; reverence to most.

Wherever the red car goes, Maranello or any other corner of the world, religion follows, and though Carlos Sainz has never quite fit into the nooks they keep for their idols—their walls are carved for Monégasque shoulders—, he's at least always carried the air of a rebel leader on unforgving land.

But if Carlos is Ferrari's bastard prince, then clearly you are a subject he would not go to war for.

Or so he makes you think, once again, on that hot Singaporean afternoon.

You hadn't meant to interrupt, really, but with only one hour to go before FP1, you needed to talk to Riccardo Adami; something about the software updates, optimization of the data acquisition systems to account for Marina Bay's sweltering heat—run for half a second too long, overheat half a degree too much, and everyone's calculations would be going to hell. So of course you'd corrected it, supervised a brand new version of your code for the weekend, for that tenth of a Celsius; competition drove you. Almost just as much as those solar eyes boring into you when you walk into the room.

"Riccardo, about the softw—oh. Carlos. Hi," you timidly trail off when Carlos' eyes meet yours.

The room gets quiet, and it is only then that you notice how much space his laugh takes. Usually, you would've recognized the accent from outside the door, the boisterous voice regaling the Fifty-fives with another funny story—how could you not, when it sends shockwaves down your stomach? He seems to have been in an animated conversation with his race engineer, but as you get closer to the two men you notice the crinkles lengthening Carlos' eyes are fading with his smile. You aren't sure he's even said hi back.

"We've changed the code for acquisition, but some loops could still cause problems with overheating, particularly the engine oil temperature sensors…" you explain, though half your attention is directed to your peripheral vision, in which Carlos sways on his two feet, averting your gaze at all costs.

But you're not a college girl with a crush, you're Scuderia Ferrari's head software engineer and so you go on with your precisions to Riccardo. What to expect during free practice, how to overshoot any nonessential sensors that might fuck up the data analysis... until, mid-sentence, Carlos excuses himself awkwardly, pats Ricky on the shoulder, and walks out of the room.

You will your face into not betraying the sudden ache in your throat. How he simply acted like you weren't there... didn't even inquire about the updates. About the race. About your flight, about how much you loved Singapore's twinkling lights, about... you.

"Xavi and Charles know this already, but we really gotta test it all now before it gets cooler for FP2," you conclude with a too-hard swallow. Back firmly turned to the door Carlos just disappeared out of.

Riccardo thanks you, offers his own insight, some banalities about the risks of rain—no, you shouldn't consider them banalities. Nothing, on a Friday, is a banality anymore; yet everything is when you remember how Carlos' entire face shuts close when you're around, how his tone quietens down, how he repeatedly and stubbornly conceals all his rays of brazenness from you.

Does he hate you? Despise you? Are you not worth his effrontery?

This is ridiculous. You're not a college girl with a crush, you're a damn senior member of the team with responsibilities and he doesn't owe you anything more or less than you him—

"Riccardo," you neither ask nor plead. "Has Carlos... said anything about me?"

"About you? Like what?"

"I don't know... but you did see he just... left while I was in the middle of talking, right? And he looked annoyed as soon as I came in." And for all that's holy, try to pass this off as mere politeness and not a heartache that is eating you alive.

"Maybe he was just bored."

"So I'm boring?"

"No," Riccardo wheezes, in uncharacteristically high spirits for the conversation. "But I've worked with a ton of drivers, and you know, they're all the same. Less time discussing boring analytics is more time they spend in the sim. Or on track. What, you think he's angry at you or something?"

"I just... don't get why he's always so guarded and distant with me but so outgoing and confident with you guys. Charles isn't like that either. It makes no sense. We're a team, all of us."

The Italian looks at you for long seconds, amusement noticeable on his features, and you would shake him up and tell him to stop giving you those pity eyes if you lacked the tiniest bit of respect for the man; instead, you frown and cross your arms.

"He'll be in a good mood tonight when we top free practice," Riccardo assures you before you can ask him if he needs anything else. "and even better tomorrow after getting pole. You can talk to him then if you want."

A smile creeps its way on your lips without you conjuring it. There it is, that loyal veneration that only men and women of the Scuderia possess. Something in those southern eyes Carlos shares with legend has made you religious, too.

"I'll hold you to that... we could all use a Singapore miracle."

Singapore is a miracle.

Surely any other team would scoff at the word, bragging that a pole position has nothing to do with miracles, that it's all meticulous teamwork and endless iterations on calculators, but Ferrari is deeply supersitious at its core. You—the centenarian team, its red-hot beating heart—don't shy away from thanking divine intervention. Maybe that's the reason why it still works.

After Carlos' last pole in Monza, the whole Scuderia had dared to dream of something different, a glimmer of scarlet in the season's overwhelming orange. Of course, an uncatchable Max had put a dampen on the fervent Tifosi's mood, but the formidable hope machine had revved back to life...

and now it's roaring in Marina Bay.

Leclerc's side of the garage claps for a hard-earned P3, but it's the Spaniard's team that erupts into cheers and rushes out into the pitlane to congratulate their hero. You stare at his lap time on your monitor with a grin—1:30.984, not even a tenth faster than his teammate—as cheerful screams, in Italian and Spanish, fill the garage; they get louder when Carlos walks back inside, grinning ear to ear and not even bothering to dodge the strong-arm pats on his head and back.

"Twice in a row, cazzo!"

"And this time you won't have Verstappen underfoot!"

"Perfect lap, Carlos, that was a perfect lap..."

"Grazie a tutti," Carlos beams, fire suit down to his waist, running clammy hands through his hair—he parts the red sea as he walks deeper into the garage, close to where you are. "I think we all did a very good job today, and now we gotta finish the job tomorrow..."

He laughs with the mechanics, a sun of fire and victory casting its rays onto the tarmac, and maybe it's the euphoria of the moment, but a sudden wind of courage rushes through your blood, and you walk up to him.

"Bravo, Carlos."

Your voice hits him like the purr of an engine in the ruckus, overshadowing any other sound; he whips his head in your direction, shiny eyes colliding with yours, and for the first time you don't back off but hold them in awe, and his smile doesn't fade, but rather shifts. To surprise, or... coyness?

"You were incredible out there, we're all so so proud of you," you praise, and the more you look at him the wider your smile grows, and the quieter the rest of the world gets.

"Thank you, Y/N," he rubs the back of his neck, his free hand fiddling with the hanging sleeves of his fire suit. "We... I couldn't have done this without you. Because, you know, the overheating, or what you were saying to Ricky before? I didn't understand everything, but at least I didn't cook to death."

Coyness? In Carlos Sainz? When he's still sweaty and panting from qualifying first? What a bizarre sight, one that makes you giggle.

The way your nose scrunches up beneath sparkling eyes is so endearing, Carlos almost feels his breath hitch in his throat, almost reaches out to lightly brush your arm, hold the steady coolness of it.

"Great, that was what we were going for, pretty much," you reply, and for a second you could've sworn he wanted to touch your arm and changed his mind, but...

you bury the idea before a craving for his warmth can nestle in your chest.

"Great," he repeats. "So, I'll... see you later," and with that he leaves you there, stranded in the middle of the garage, to be lauded by the press and fans.

You'd be lying if you said his shadow disappearing out the backdoor as quickly as it had come doesn't slice a gash in your heart—always whisked away to some important obligation, and you, like everyone else, duty-bound to pick up the pieces behind him. But this time around the cut doesn't run as deep, doesn't bleed as red; because for the first time in months Carlos talked to you, joked with you, and looked the tiniest bit glad to be doing so.

If that's how good of a mood a pole puts him in... then clearly you'd better make damn sure he wins this race.

Ferrari is deeply superstitious at its core. Maybe that much is true in any sport—when victory eludes you, athletes find obscure laws to trick themselves into believing they still retain control—, but a team so old, on which glory has rained so often, does not withstand the passage of time without a few pillars of faith. And so it makes sense that Ferrari drivers, of all people, would have their pre-race traditions.

Leclerc plays the piano on Saturday nights; you hear him every time you pass by the team hotel's lounge, his melancholy tracks grounding you in a precise time and place. Now the car is out of bounds, the comfort of your object-oriented programming and optimized lines of code off-limits; now's the time for withdrawal and rest.

Typically, you like to hang out in the lounge while Charles plays, trying to distract yourself with a book or simply basking in the music. The predictable, calculated flow of Charles' arpeggios soothes you, like lines of code running one after the other. So does the Monégasque driver's easy conversation. Although it doesn't shoot butterflies in your belly like Carlos' does... but you're not supposed to play favorites.

This Grand Prix eve is just like any other, save for the unordinary trepidation that carpets the hotel. With one of their own sitting on pole, it's obvious strategists struggle more than usual to drop the words "tire management" and "pit stops". Eager to escape the nervousness, you excuse yourself from the dinner table, and make your way to the lounge.

Charles is already there, if the usual pieces echoing in the distance at dessert are any indication, and you barely even get lost in the elegant halls before you find the lounge... though there is no piano to be heard. Maybe this hotel has two music rooms—maybe Charles went to bed early—or maybe...

maybe he's sitting on the piano stool and chatting with Carlos, wet and sleepy from his evening shower.

Neither driver notices you at first, and you stop dead in your tracks, wondering if you should just leave. You wouldn't want to intrude—intrude on what, the rational part of your brain says, but with Carlos I always feel like I'm intruding on something bigger than myself, the rest of your body answers—, but you really enjoy this unspoken tradition with Charles... and, well, this is everybody's lounge, and...

"Y/N," Charles sees you eventually and beckons you over. "Sorry, I don't think there'll be a lot of music tonight, Carlos is distracting me."

"You could kick me out anytime," Carlos remarks good-naturedly, but you don't miss how he angles his body away from you ever so slightly. The sight sends a dagger through your heart. So he actually hates you then. So you didn't breach any barrier earlier at the circuit, didn't melt any ice. So he didn't look pleased and a little excited to be talking to you.

"That's okay, I'll just head to bed then—"

"Oh no no no," Charles interrupts, "come sit with us. I was trying to convince Carlos to give the piano a go, maybe you'll be more successful than me."

"Absolutely not, mate."

"Come on Carlos, it will relax you!"

"No, you're the musician, not me. One of us has to be the sportsman, no?"

Unsure, you flick between the two men, Charles' inviting face and Carlos, who's still doing everything he can to avoid looking at you in the eye. And then you decide—fuck it. You're just as much a member of the team as he is. He cannot drive you away with his... stupid cold shoulder tactics any longer.

You take a seat on the sofa opposite Carlos, and watch in half delight, half annoyance as he turns his shoulders away from you. Though his body language appears relaxed, one leg strewn across his knee and elbows hugging the backrest, he is, as usual, going to hell and beyond to not acknowledge your presence.

Charles has the merit of lightening the mood with his jokes and fan encounters of the day: some bizarre, some endearing, because he seemingly never has a boring day in the paddock. His easy laughter mixes with the distant voices down the halls when your attention drops—too fast, too soon, as always, it's irremediable—to Carlos, the soothing scent of his shampoo and the little droplets that run down his temple whenever he shakes his head in amusement... before you know it, you're staring again, eyes shining with undisclosed heartache. Something Charles sees, and recognizes very well, with a jot of curiosity.

Charles may not be the most perceptive when it comes to these things, but he is in love too, and he'd know the signs anywhere. That's why after a little while he lets silence blow his last words away like wind does the mist, and stands up from the piano stool.

"Well, I'm going to bed," he announces with an air of conniving finality, and he smiles his crooked smile at Carlos. "Gonna need all my energy to take the lead in turn 1."

This snaps you out of your reverie. Half-gone, you bid him goodnight at the same time as the Spaniard does, and you brace yourself for his own excuse... but it doesn't come. Carlos lazily watches as Charles leaves the lounge. You don't dare to move, as if your slightest sound could remind him you're there and trigger his fight.

You would've thought a tête-à-tête with you to be Carlos' worst nightmare... but he makes no sign of leaving. And sends solar flares up your chest and throat. "Whatever problem he's got with me, he'll have it sort it out with me like an adult" sounds much more intimidating when it's so plausible.

"You think he has the slightest chance of overtaking me in turn 1?" Carlos chuckles.

You look him straight in the eye and read no resentment, not even that sheepishness from before—just relaxed delight, and the slightest hint of reddened cheeks against tan, damp skin. It takes you a second, maybe even two, to realize there's no one else in the room. He's talking to you. Joking with you.

Why is the script running without error all of a sudden, even though you changed no variables?

"Maybe," you give a noncommittal shrug and a smile. "Why not? It all depends on you."

"He can lead the first lap if he wants. That will just make it more fun to cross the finish line ahead of him after."

"You better win this one, Sainz, because I..." you start, and midway through your sentence are hit by how absolutely ridiculous you're about to sound, but he's leaned in already, intrigued by your words, and his burning gaze and strong hands fiddling in his lap have you losing all notions of propriety. "I've... coded a little something for you. If you win. A surprise. It's not much, but... yeah."

Your whole face burns deep scarlet as you trail off... and the light in Carlos' eyes darkens, then goes out completely. His smile fades back to the usual professional grimace he reserves for you. Distant. Cold. He rises to his feet.

"I should get some sleep."

Terror strikes you. Incomprehension too.

"No, Carlos, wait."

He turns his head to your outstretched hand... your pleading eyes almost rip through his heart.

"Why do you dislike me so much?"

And then his shoulders slump, like crushed by an immense weariness, and he sighs, long and hard, before his gaze falls back to yours. Those big brown eyes, gentle, compassionate, and those fingers tapping against his thigh like they're waiting for an invisible cue to reach out for yours.

"... Can we talk about this after the race?" he says, shooting daggers through your stomach.

So he didn't deny it. Didn't reassure you, tell you it's all a misunderstanding, that he bears no ill will towards you, that you're imagining things as usual and that you two could be on the best of terms if you just got out of your head a little bit.

One more time, he's running away. Sweeping everything under the rug, for just one more session, one more race, hiding behind the excuse of concentration and professionalism.

But who are you to revoke him that? It's a damn good excuse. You need to win. He needs to win. Not be bothered about... interpersonal relationships while clipping walls.

"... Alright," you concede, voice and bones all broken, glistening under your frozen skin. "But if it's something I've done, then I'm sorry. I really do... enjoy your company. And you."

"It's not something you've done," he speaks quietly. Gosh, your frailty in this moment—you, so proud and unshakable on the pit wall, so dedicated and thorough on TV, so immeasurably devoted to Ferrari, to Charles, to him... "Or, well, I guess not directly..."

If he looks into your confused, imploring eyes one more second, almost brushes your arm with his one more time, then he's done for. But he thinks he knows this already.

"I don't dislike you," he starts speaking and as soon as he opens his mouth he knows there's no stopping himself now, so he blurts it all out as quickly as he can to get it over with and hopefully bury some meaning in the pits of his accent. "Not at all. In fact I really like you. I think you're gorgeous, and smart, and clever, and fun, and every day I wish I could spend more time with you outside of races and get to know you better but then I remember that can never happen and it's so frustrating and I have the hardest time concentrating. So I just avoid you. It's easier."

Silence thick as a thundercloud tethers you to one another. He runs a hand over his face, sighing deep, and you blink. Once, twice.

You've always prided yourself on your brains—not everyone gets to be in charge of all the computing for a Formula 1 car—but right now, you are all utterly lost.

"Carlos, I... I don't get it." Or maybe you do, heart thumping in your ears, but you're too scared you might be wrong.

"In any other life I would've asked you out on a date." This time he speaks more slowly, more purposefully, too. Like he's imbuing every syllable with the depth of his confession. "But it kills me that it can't be this one."

"... Why not?" you tentatively ask after an instant, feigning not to notice how his hand is now resting on the back of your sofa, right next to your ear and neck.

"Because you're a senior engineer! That would be like... like dating Ricky. Even if you're much prettier than Ricky. But you don't need to tell him that," he adds with a nervous laugh, which you mirror; though you fall silent as soon as his hand comes to rest on your shoulder, right where your collar ends, millimeters away from your skin. His body's warring with his own words... one wants to resist, the other to give in. "What if I leave Ferrari? That's a crazy conflict of interest."

"That's a silly idea, you're not leaving Ferrari anytime soon. Are you?"

"I don't know, it's... hypothetically... you know what I mean," he exhales in defeat. His hand clasps a little tighter on your shoulder, his scent dizzying, closer than ever before. Can he feel your frantic heart thumping underneath your skin? If he keeps licking his lips like this, will he sense your breathing getting more erratic?

"I do. But... the problem is I like you too, Carlos."

If embers could burn back to life, light a hearth out of nothingness... they wouldn't shine as bright as Carlos' eyes just then.

"Don't mess with me."

"I'm not messing with you. Why wouldn't I like you?"

"Because you're not supposed to have a favorite."

"I won't tell Fred if you don't."

He laughs, a brittle but adorable little thing, like a small bird taking its first flight. If you could hear the sound more often, see that bashful smile on his handsome face more every day... you wouldn't need any other prince to die in war for.

His hand runs down your arm, his thumb lightly caressing your skin through the fabric of your shirt before he grabs your shaky hand in his.

"Now's not the best time, but... I think we've got to have an important conversation after the race tomorrow," his deep, soft tone pacifying you just as much as the abstract shapes he traces on the back of your hand.

"After you win, you mean."

"Right. After I get my surprise, no?"

"After you win," you repeat with a grin, and he squeezes your hand, smiling too. Something, deep down, tells him he'll win regardless of the race result.

"Cosa diavolo sta facendo?"

Even in spite of the roaring crowd and the bellowing V8s speeding down the straight, the dumbfounded voices around the pit wall come to you clear as day.

"Russell 1.4 behind Lando," Ricky, sitting on the other side of Vasseur, speaks into his headset.

The team principal keeps quiet, eyes fixed on the cascade of numbers and brackets on your screen. He understands before the rest of the wall what his driver is doing; and as you relay all the information you get to the race engineers, you understand it too.

"Lando .8 behind, .8 behind with DRS—Russell no DRS... Copy that."

He's doing it on purpose. Keeping Norris just close enough to shield him from the Mercs while making sure he can't catch up. You'd laugh in triumph and disbelief if you weren't gritting your teeth so damn hard, heart on the verge of exploding as the last laps tick out in a blur.

Just a few more minutes. Just a few more seconds, and the night sky over Marina Bay will explode in crimson lights...

Mechanics spring to their feet and climb the wall to the track, bumping their fists in the air. Cheers, claps, exclamations, a bouquet of red roses swaying in the wind to greet its champion at the finish line. And then, the unmistakable roar of a racecar speeding past the chequered flag at three hundred kilometers an hour. Liberation.

You spring to your feet right as the fireworks go off, yelling to the sky. Carlos won. Carlos won! Your Carlos—in the middle of Red Bull's flawless season...

"¡Vamos Fred! ¡Vamos Ricky!" Flashes of red and gold pass his high spirits by, diligently braking into the first corner.

He laughs, he screams it all out, unclenching all his muscles, woozy from the G's, from the adrenaline, from the win... from you, watching him from the pit wall. From the memory of your skin against his, your adoring eyes and the formidable lightness inside his chest that has him feeling like he's the king of the world.

In a few minutes, he'll be posing with his trophy and the team in front of his P1 plaque for the group photo, and he'll drench you in champagne—your lively laughter will fill his heart with the gold of medals. And later in the evening, before the afterparty, he'll pull you aside and tell you maybe this victory has made him reckless, and he'll kiss you senselessly like a prize he fought for.

For now, though, he's nodding his head at Lando who gave him a congratulatory wave from his car when his on-board screen lights up with an unexpected message. Glowing red letters read, "Great job, smooth operator! 🌶️" Laughter escapes him as small virtual fireworks go off on his screen... and he presses the radio button on his steering wheel.

"Did she have one of these ready for Charles too?"

A few seconds of white noise, and then, your mischievous voice, dripping with joy.

"You know me, Carlos. Never play favorites."

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gn robot reader/ f engineer doing repairs

1.9k words nothing explicit just flirty

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Your protocols stipulated that you were to report to a human team member if you required repair or maintenance. You had an entire diagnostic system dedicated to running those checks. But ‘Requiring Repair’ is an incredibly subjective term.

It could be argued that a car approaching the recommended oil change date ‘Requires Repair’, or a car that had impacted a light pole perpendicularly and folded around it, crushing most remaining components, ‘Requires Repair’.

You had neither of these problems. You were having temperature regulation difficulties. You could even still regulate your temperature most days. It was just the occasional overheat that teetered on the edge of a forced shut down.

Obviously you've tried all the software fixes, limiting your background processes in the new summer weather, deleting some new programs you picked up recently in case they were too much strain. You even stopped wearing clothes entirely. It wasn't as though you had anything to hide, you were just a machine. You didn't need to sit on the couch in the break room next to your human coworkers. Cloth was an unnecessary use of resources and the energy that you'd have to redirect to keep yourself cool.

You knew what the last option was obviously. You could clear your external vents without too much trouble, but you didn't have authorization to check your internal fans on your own. That was a repair and had to be reported to a Human Team Member.

They would have to open your casing and see the issue and manually clean your fans. You would have to lie down immobilized on the build table like you had for weeks when they were first moving your program into your current body.

You didn't need a repair or maintenance, so you were fine for now, but once a malfunction was Actually occurring you would enter your Survival Protocol where all nonessential functions would be suspended until a repair occurred. This would, in all probability, be… unpleasant. You intended to, if possible, avoid this situation.

So late one night, long after your coworkers’ shifts ended, you turned down the temperature on the environmental controls in the main break room as low as they would go. You spent the minutes, as the air around you cooled, programming in a two percent efficiency decrease in the coolers for the coming week to compensate for the extra energy usage tonight.

You didn't need the lights or environmental controls, so they were usually deactivated during your coworkers' off hours. Tonight you would need both. Before you turned the lights on you took over the data stream from the security cameras in the room and played the video from last night.

You flicked on the lights and made your way to your improvised workstation. You had a repurposed office chair, a non-electric flat head screwdriver (rudimentary, but it wouldn’t set off your sensors the way unauthorized electric tools would), and a can of compressed air.

You settled backwards in the office chair, the front of your casing pressing into the backrest, your posterior maintenance panel facing the deactivated camera. You picked up the current video output from the camera, dropping the visuals from your eyes. Like this you could look down over yourself and see the seams on your back where you closed. Your vent appeared clear of dust externally at least. 

That was a comfort, it would have been humiliating to be walking around trailing dead skin cells and lint behind you.

You could feel the increased processing already raising your temperature, but the cold air was doing its job. This would be fine, if you used manual tools your internal sensors wouldn't classify this a repair. You thought. It was the best theory you had.

So, bending your arms at an angle that you knew from experience frightened your human coworkers, you started trying to gently pry up the panel. A warning took over your visual data for a moment, marking the risk of panel damage. You did not let out a low growl of frustration, that would be a poor use of resources at the present moment. The sound you made was unrelated to the warning that you dismissed impatiently. 

You tried another spot that seemed to have more of an edge you could slip the screw driver beneath and began again.

Finally finding enough grip, you began applying force… Just as the break room door slid open with a hiss. The surprise caused your calculated angle to redirect and sent the screw driver skittering with force across your back panel leaving behind a long silver scratch through your paint. You focused the camera on the door and saw her.

Her usual coveralls wer slipped off her shoulders and tied at the waist, leaving her in the sleepless undershirt. Her hair was tied up out of her face like she had been working on something.

"Team Lead," You greeted quickly, trying to simultaneously hide the screw driver, stand up, pick up your own visual data again, and drop the camera. In the end, you managed to do none of these but the last. The loss of visual data sent you tripping back into the rolling chair as you tried to push out of it, forcing you to steady yourself with both hands or end up on the floor . Thereby dropping the screw driver to the floor instead, in all likelihood, directly into her view.

"You can call me Dial," She reminds you, "I’m begging you to just call me Dial honestly." She had told you this many times before when the two of you were working together.

Finally you manage to get your eyes back.

"So what are you up to in here?" She asked, she had already made her way across the room to kneel for the screwdriver.

"Up to?" You say, buying time pretending to not recognize the turn of phrase.

"What are you doing?" She clarifies easily with none of the time consuming mocking others might have employed.

"I was..." Your mind spins with possible replies but the clock ticks down too fast leaving only a look of understanding on Dial's face as she spots the can on the table beside you.

"Right, you've been having an overheating issue right? Did you want a hand?"

You stilled. No you did not, but Dial was chief engineer on your development. If she declared it time for a repair that would be enough to put you in maintenance mode.

Coldly you say, "It is past working hours. Your assistance is not required."

"Yeah, of course, I meant more like... off the record? A hand, between friends?"

You zoomed in on her face trying to understand the expression there. Her pulse was a little fast and it looked as if she was chewing the inside of her cheek. Was she nervous?

"Off the record?" You repeated hesitantly.

"Not a repair. Just," She seemed to think for a moment, "exploratory observation of your internal components. If any impromptu tasks are performed and you want them logged for your database later I could do so at that point."

Her wording was so careful, carrying with it a complete awareness of what had been written into your code by the programmers on the team in early days.

"Exploratory observation would be acceptable," You agreed reluctantly.

Relief crossed her face, "Great! Great. Alright you- you should sit down, you're gonna need to be still. I've never opened you up when you're awake before. I don't want to risk jostling anything important while you're standing and could hit your head."

"Yes," you lowered yourself back into the chair and she circled behind you, tugging on her gloves. You glanced back as she dragged a chair over to sit behind you, then resettled facing forward. You heard her reach into her pocket where you knew she kept a small collection of electric tools.

Your casing warmed a few degrees where she placed her hand against it to steady you. There was a tap and a small tug as she opened you up.

"Did you want to pick up the camera feed again?" She said softly, she was very close behind you.

"How did you know about that?" You asked.

"Wouldn’t be the first time. Your not the most subtle. Just because you refuse to call me anything except ‘Team Lead’ doesn't change the fact that we've been friends for nearly two years. You always drop the visuals from your eyes when you need a wider angle. Of course you would do it for this."

“Ah…” Hesitantly you picked up the security cam again and watched as she carefully set your scratched panel aside on the ping pong table beside you.

She clicked her tongue, “Oh, I see why you’ve been having a hard time regulating.”

You fan kicked up in speed at this. 

“Whoa hey, easy there, I gotcha,” Her free hand landed across the side of your torso, your sensors were very aware of the pressure of her hand moving up and down your side thoughtlessly as she leaned in to look over your components.

“Alright well, nothing for it but to start with the compressed air and then see where we're at,” She decided, picking up the can next to you, “This might be a little chilly. Tell me if you need me to ease up.”

“I'll be-” !

A surprised chirp left you as sudden temperature alerts startled through you. 

“Hmm?” She said. Tone: Playful.

“I underestimated the temperature difference,” you admitted stiffly, feeling the difference in the way your fan was moving already.

Her feet were out in front of her, her ankles pressing against yours. Another shot of cool air came and you felt her gloved hand delicately reach inside you to move aside a bundle of wires that sat in the way of the angle she needed.

“Y-” You tried, but failed as sensory data registered from the wires she was moving, “You’re here later than usual.”

“Yeah well, I've been working on something for you. Of the clock.”

You wanted data on her facial expression. Her back was turned on your camera.

You tried to search for the right phrase. You wanted to know what she was working on but was that rude?

“You can ask,” She confirmed.

“What are you working on?”

“New ankles that, if I do it right, shouldn’t need to be replaced every three months from sand damage.”

!!! Ah. That was. Well that was very nice of her. 

“Thank you.”

“‘Course. Anything to reduce table time right?” Tone: Compassionate.

“Right.”

“There you go,” She said, setting down the can, “Your internal temp is dropping already.” The backs of her fingers pressed against the still warm side of your processor. You went very still, trying to force your fan not to speed up and give you away. Her fingertips trailed lightly across the ports and withdrew.

You gave no sign of the disappointment that flared through you as she settled the part of your casing back in place, you sensors coming back online in that panel as she brushed one last touch across the silver mark that ran across your back now.

“We- we could,” You stopped. Letting your systems settle to stop the halting manner of your words.

“Do this again?” She asked, slipping her screwdriver back into her pocket, “Just you and I?” Tone: Hopeful.

“It would be nice,” You agree.

[boxboxblog]

Telemetry and Data Analysis

Alright, so i thought I would dive into telemetry because it is such an important part of F1 that I feel most people don't entirely understand. I will explain what it is, how it is gathered how it is used, and other such info. Enjoy!

So, as most people know F1 cars are absolutely covered in sensors, Hundreds, in fact, and their main purpose is to gather as much data as possible form the car, transmit it to the bit wall, and be used for strategic decisions and also to keep an eye on the health of the car.

Major Sensors

Engine/Power Unit: These sensors measure temperature, pressure fuel flow, and RPMs.

Tires: These sensors help keep track of tire life, temperature, and pressure.

Brakes: These sensors keep track of brake temperature and life.

Suspension: These sensors measure the vertical movement, stiffness, and ground clearance of the car.

GPS and Accelerometers: These sensors track the cars position, velocity, acceleration, and the G-forces it is experiencing.

Steering and Throttle Position: These sensors track driver input and typical behavior in race.

Telemetry System: This is the system inside of the car that gathers all of the data from these various sensors and sends them back to the pit wall.

Types of Data Collected:

Performance Data: These are metrics like lap time, sector times, speed trap data, and acceleration. Helps drivers identify areas on track they are gaining or losing time, and is perhaps the data they pay the most attention to in regards to their own performances. A really good driver will be constantly analyzing performance data and altering the way they drive around the areas they lose time on track. This can also lead to major driver coaching in race, where for example the race engineer will advise on areas they need to pick up speed in order to maintain momentum and either keep or gain position

Health and Reliability Data: This data is things like engine health, brake temperature, fuel pressure, and oil levels. It helps them identify any issues that need handling mid race. for example if they see that their brake temperature is getting too high, they will alter the brake cooling ducts or have the driver change their braking style a little to help cool down. They also keep track of this data across the season so when they did upgrades or fixes, they can address consistent problem areas.

Grip and Environmental Data: This data surrounds things like tire wear, temperature, grip levels, track conditions, and weather. It helps make a lot of pit stop timing decisions, tire changes, and strategies around weather. For example, if the know from their data that a certain area of the track has less grip that others, the driver will take that into consideration as they move around it. Teams will also use the variety of conditions they experience throughout the year to help plan set ups around them, and add to the car's design for the next year.

What Do Strategists See?

So, on the pit wall you might notice that teams have a massive variety of screen in front of them. On these screens, the data is displayed as a mix of graphs, live dashboards, camera shots, and 3D visualizations. For example it shows real time speed of cars, the fuel levels and rate of consumption, critical temperatures, plots of speed trends and tire wear, the braking force at different areas, car positioning (their own car and others), etc. They analyze this data to help make best decisions, and usually the pit wall strategists are assigned to a particular area. For example, there might be someone on the pit wall who is in charge of keeping an eye on overall car temperature (engine, brake, and tire) and they transmit any critical info to the drivers race engineer.

They also have radio communications they listen to, though I suppose this is less see and more hear. This helps them get human information, as most of the time the best source for how things are going is the driver themselves. Through the radio they can also hear what other teams are discussing, which changes strategy calls as well. Another big part of the strategy calls, technically not telemetry, is the weather radar. Especially in places that experience intense weather shifts, like Spa or Brazil.

(A publicly released piece of telemetry, not exactly what the pit wall sees but similar)

(Older style F1 telemetry, still similar to today's)

So, in summery telemetry and data analysis allows teams to make informed decisions, tailor strategy, and understand both the car and driver better. Every detail is highly important to both race management and the overall development of the car.

I hope this post was informative.

Cheer,

-B

[hiteshrivani]

The Importance of Regular Vehicle Inspections: What to Look For

Keeping your vehicle in top shape isn't just about performance—it's also critical for safety. Regular inspections can help prevent breakdowns, avoid costly repairs, and ensure your car is roadworthy. Whether done by a professional or as part of your routine, inspections are a driver's first line of defense.

1. Start with the Basics: Tires, Lights, and Fluids Check your Check your tire pressure, tread depth, and look for any signs of cracking or uneven wear. Ensure all lights—headlights, brake lights, and turn signals—are working. Don't forget to monitor fluid levels like oil, coolant, brake fluid, and windshield washer fluid regularly.

2. Inspect Your Brakes and Steering System If you notice squealing, grinding If you notice squealing, grinding, or longer stopping distances, your brakes may need attention. A spongy brake pedal or difficulty steering could indicate more serious issues. These components are vital for control and must be inspected regularly, especially before long drives.

3. Check Under the Hood for Wear and Tear Look at belts and hoses for signs of cracking, bulging, or fraying. These parts often deteriorate over time and can fail suddenly if not maintained. Also, check your battery terminals for corrosion and ensure it's securely mounted.

4. Pay Attention to Dashboard Warning Lights Modern cars have a range of sensors that alert you to potential issues. Never ignore warning lights, especially for the engine, brakes, or airbags. Consult your vehicle manual or a mechanic to diagnose and fix the problem quickly.

5. Don't Overlook Windshield Wipers and Glass Clear visibility is crucial. Replace worn wipers and ensure your windshield is free of cracks or chips that can obstruct your view or worsen over time. A damaged windshield can also compromise the structural integrity of the vehicle in an accident.

6. Perform Seasonal Checks Before winter and summer, inspect systems affected by extreme temperatures. In winter, check your battery and antifreeze. In summer, ensure your air conditioning and cooling systems are functioning properly. Seasonal inspections can prevent breakdowns when you need your car most.

7. Schedule Professional Inspections Annually While DIY checks are helpful, a certified mechanic can spot issues you might miss. An annual professional inspection is a smart investment in your safety and vehicle longevity. Some provinces or states even require regular inspections by law.

Staying on top of vehicle maintenance protects not only your investment but also your life and the lives of others on the road. For more information on safe driving practices and vehicle care, visit licenseprep.ca .

Tags: #VehicleInspection #CarMaintenance #RoadSafety #PreventiveMaintenance #DrivingTips #licenseprep

[automanspareparts]

DIY Auto Repairs: Parts Every Car Owner Should Know About

Because sometimes the only thing standing between you and a $500 repair bill is a $30 part and some confidence.

Listen, we've all been there. That moment when your car makes a noise it definitely shouldn't be making, and your stomach drops thinking about how much the repair shop is about to charge you. But here's a little secret from someone who used to be terrified of looking under the hood: many car repairs are actually doable yourself, if you just know the basics.

The Gateway Parts (AKA Your DIY Starter Pack)

Before you dive into the deep end of auto repair, these parts are your beginner-friendly introduction:

Air Filters - Literally just pop open a plastic box, take out the dirty accordion-looking thing, put in the clean one. Shops charge $25+ for this 2-minute job.

Wiper Blades - Those streaky windshield marks aren't just annoying—they're dangerous in heavy rain. Most auto parts stores will even install new ones for free if you buy them there.

Headlight Bulbs - Why pay someone $50 to unscrew a bulb? Most cars take less than 15 minutes to swap these out.

Batteries - With a simple wrench and the ability to tell positive from negative, you can save serious cash here. Pro tip: take a picture of the connections before disconnecting anything.

The Money-Saving Middle Ground

Ready to level up? These parts might seem intimidating at first, but they're actually pretty manageable:

Brake Pads - I'm not saying brake work is super easy, but it's mostly just removing wheels, unscrewing a few things, and putting new pads where the worn ones were. The satisfaction of doing this yourself is chef's kiss.

Spark Plugs - With a special socket and a little patience, you can bring your engine back to life when it's running rough. Just replace one at a time so you don't mix up the wires.

Oil and Filter - Yes, getting under the car is involved, but a basic oil change is basically "unscrew plug, drain goop, replace filter, add new goop." The first time takes an hour, but you'll get it down to 20 minutes eventually.

Sensors - Modern cars have sensors for EVERYTHING. Oxygen sensors, mass airflow sensors, coolant temp sensors... they can cost hundreds to replace at shops, but often they're just a connector and a bolt.

The "Proceed With Caution" Parts

These repairs can save you serious money but require more research and patience:

Alternator - This electricity-generating wizard isn't actually that complicated to replace, but it can be buried in an annoying location depending on your car model.

Starter - When your car won't start and makes a clicking noise, this is often the culprit. Replacing it is often just a matter of disconnecting the battery, removing a few bolts, and swapping in a new one.

Thermostat - This little temperature-regulating valve is responsible for a surprising number of overheating issues. Replacing it can be messy (coolant everywhere!) but not difficult.

Fuel Pump - Located in your gas tank, this isn't the most convenient part to reach, but if you're facing a $700 repair bill, suddenly dropping your gas tank doesn't seem so bad.

Resources That Won't Make Your Eyes Glaze Over

YouTube Channels Worth Your Time:

ChrisFix (seriously, this guy explains things better than most college professors)

Scotty Kilmer (opinionated but incredibly knowledgeable)

EricTheCarGuy (detailed walkthroughs for common repairs)

Apps That Actually Help:

Repair Pal (get fair estimates before you start)

Torque Pro (connects to your car's computer to tell you what's wrong)

Car Parts (compare prices across different stores)

The Parts You Should Leave to the Pros

Sometimes, DIY isn't worth it. Here's when to wave the white flag:

Anything involving the airbag system (unless you enjoy danger)

Timing belt/chain replacement (one tiny mistake = engine death)

Transmission rebuilds (just... no)

Engine mounts (awkward angles + supporting engine weight = potential disaster)

Parting Thoughts (See What I Did There?)

The auto repair industry has an incentive to keep you intimidated and dependent. But with a repair manual, some basic tools, and the confidence to try, you'd be amazed what you can fix on your own.

The first time I changed my own brake pads, I saved $220 and gained something more valuable: the knowledge that I could figure things out myself. Now my go-to response to car trouble isn't panic—it's curiosity.

What auto repair are you most intimidated by? Drop a comment below and maybe we can demystify it together.

#CarRepair #DIY #AutoParts #SaveMoney #CarMaintenace #CarTips #Automotive

[masterwords]

probably lucky i'm alive

Summary: Derek drives Hotch home from New York (coda to 4x01 - Mayhem) and their car breaks down. It's a comedy of errors but they make the best of it.

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 10.5k

Warnings: concussion, bomb mentions, death mention, grief, vomit...Hotch is a whole mess. It's all canon based so if you know the episode you probably have an idea what to expect. Except you know, Hotch is actually hurt in a more realistic way after having a car explode in his face so he is suffering.

Notes: Another Mayhem story. Yep! You're welcome. I think this is my favorite one to date, if that tells you anything. Thank you all for putting up with me! (I wrote this for the "only one bed" prompt for Day 5 of @criminalmindsweek but it took me forever and totally got away from me. They do have to share one bed it just takes 10k words to get there.)

Read on AO3: probably lucky i'm alive

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Steam or smoke, that’s the game his mom used to play when her car would go on the fritz. If it’s steam, she’ll make it. Her car will be toast but she’ll probably get to her destination. If it’s smoke, she has to pull over right away before it’s in flames. They went through a lot of beaters when Derek was little, it was more economical for his parents to drop $250 on a new car that would limp them through a few months to a year than to fix problems that would arise on any of them. Fixing anything would have been more than most of the cars were worth.

After his father died, they just started taking the bus for a long time. They didn’t have to play the game with the city bus.

Derek hasn’t ever had to play that game with any of his cars. He’s made damn sure of it. But now he’s playing it with a government issue SUV that should be in tip top shape. He’s playing it on a long road trip back home after a really bad case, a road trip that really just needed to go smoothly. He glances at the dash, checks for indicator lights, checks the engine temperature and the oil pressure. Nothing is indicating that it’s an immediate thing, not yet. The car’s precious sensors haven’t registered what the problem is.

Hotch is asleep in the passenger seat. He’s been asleep since they crossed the New Jersey state line. They’d been talking, just awkward small talk that felt forced until he sort of went quiet. Got a faraway look on his face and then let his eyes drift closed. Derek was glad for it. They’d never had trouble talking before, hell they were practically inseparable from the moment they met but the last few weeks things have been challenging and it came to an explosive climax in New York. Derek thought driving him home might fix it. Or at least put them on the right path.

The trajectory they were currently maintaining was not supportable long term. Something had to give.

After a little too long convincing himself that it’s definitely steam and it’s disappearing, it’s fine, he’s absolutely certain that what is coming out from beneath the hood in fine little tendrils is in fact smoke. And those fine little tendrils are taking on more substance as the miles tick by. There’s no shoulder to pull over on, not here, so he angles the SUV toward the next exit and tries to get them to a safe place to pull over before the engine erupts in flames.

After the night they had, this is about the worst thing he can think of to happen.

“Smoke,” Hotch mumbles, shifting in his seat. He hasn’t even opened his eyes yet but the smell has permeated the vehicle now. “Is that smoke?”

“Yeah, hold tight I’m finding a spot to pull over. Dammit.”

The last thing Hotch needs to see after last night is another SUV in flames and Derek is right, the minute the other man registers what is happening his entire body goes rigid. He’s doing his best not to show it and maybe if it were anyone but Derek they might not see it right away it but he knows better. He knows Hotch better.

“It’s all good, man,” he says in as calm a voice as he can muster when he knows he’s pulling them off of the highway in the middle of nowhere. It’s not really the middle of nowhere, they’re just in that stretch of no man’s land between townships, a place where cell reception is weak at best because you don’t stop here you zip right on through. Unless your SUV starts billowing smoke and making creaking, popping and hissing noises. Hotch squeezes his eyes shut and Derek worries that he’s on the verge of a panic attack but he quickly pulls himself back out of it and looks straight ahead. Trains his eyes on the horizon. There are a few sparse patches of trees among an endless sea of cropped green grass, buildings off in the distance but nothing nearby.

“That doesn’t look good.” Hotch deadpans it, but Derek can hear a little tremor in his voice. He manages to angle the vehicle off the road enough not to be a burden but he can’t justify driving it any further, they’re dangerously close to seeing flames. He can feel the heat against his knees. It would be just his luck to have it erupt while they were both still in it. Lucifer’s poetic justice.

“Yeah, okay it’s not good but we’re fine. She’s overheating. Probably a coolant thing. I’ll take a look as soon as it’s safe, just relax okay?”

Easier said than done. Hotch is watching the smoke curl out from the seams and the smell of it is making him sick to his stomach, taking him back to the night before. To standing on the street watching his vehicle burn. Derek puts his hand on Hotch’s shoulder, a reassuring weight, and squeezes.

“Really. It’s just the engine being a shit head. Nothing to worry about. Worst case scenario we call a tow truck and hitch a ride somewhere to wait.”

Hotch doesn’t move beneath the weight of Derek’s hand, and for a beat too long Derek leaves it there. “Come on, let’s hop out huh? I’m gonna pop the hood and let it air out, see if I can get a feel for it.”

“Do you know anything about this engine?” Hotch has his doubts, but ultimately he does trust that Derek won’t make it worse anyway. A smoking engine seems about as bad as it can get, at least with the vehicle still in one piece.

“I know my way around under the hood.” He smirks a little and catches Hotch doing the same, a brief but welcome change in mood.

He can tell where the problem is, and has a pretty good idea of what needs to happen, but he also knows he can’t fix it. They need a few parts and a lot more experience than he has tinkering around with broken old cars. Maybe if it was a Ford Pinto with carburetor troubles, he could manage it. A faulty alternator? Or a broken muffler that needs a patch job. He became his mother’s personal home mechanic at a young age, helping her limp her broken cars along until payday after his father’s death. Becoming the man of the house at 10 came with a steep learning curve, but as he pops this hood and the smoke obscures the world around him he can only cough and shake his head. Whatever is causing this much upheaval is beyond his limited mechanical abilities. These vehicles are all computerized, he’s

Hotch coughs and covers his nose and mouth with his forearm, turning away from the acrid smell before he really does get sick. Out of the corner of his eye he watches Derek poke around, hiss as the oil cap burns his fingertips and step back. He massages his aching shoulder and sighs.

“Gotta call for a tow. This old girl is toast.”

Hotch’s phone is broken.

Not just broken. Obliterated. It had been in his pocket during the blast and shattered on impact, he’s got a slice on his upper thigh from the broken screen. Derek pulls his out and frowns.

“Of course. No service. I’m gonna take a little walk, shouldn’t be too far. Just sit tight.” Derek starts walking right away, doesn’t even wait for Hotch’s response but he can hear uneven footsteps behind him. Limping, he’s limping and he won’t stop. “Hotch. Come on. Just wait here.”

Hotch scowls and it looks a little scarier with all the bruises and cuts on his face. Derek stops long enough just to lock eyes with him. “The last time you disappeared you drove an ambulance rigged to explode into Central Park.”

“Ahh, very funny. Good one. Thought I was gonna have to wait a year for you to pull that one outta your pocket. Feel better now?”

Hotch smirks and limps behind Derek for a few more steps, not exactly keeping up but moving away from the still smoking vehicle. He’d like to put a little distance between the SUV and his body.

“Hotch. Stay with the car, dammit.”

“No.”

“Hotch. You can barely walk. I’m just gonna go until I’ve got enough service to call for a tow truck, I’ll be right back. Just rest okay?” He no longer sounds sharp or authoritative, just pleading. He’s worried, there’s no hiding it now. Acute acoustic trauma and shrapnel in his leg. There’s no way that’s all of it, Derek can see it plain as day. “You need to take it easy.”

It’s true, he can barely walk. But he suspects Derek can see something that looks dangerously like PTSD in him when he looks back at the smoke plume emerging from beneath the hood of the SUV. And that changes Derek’s mind, he realizes why Hotch wants to move away from it. He can’t fault him for that. Derek doesn’t want to smell smoke right now either. They’ve both had their fill of vehicles and fire.

“Okay, man. You can come with. It’s not like we have anywhere we gotta be. Just tell me if you need to take a rest or something okay? I don’t know how far we’ll have to go to get a signal and you look like shit.”

Hotch won’t say a word. He’ll just limp along with his lips set in a grim line, forcing one foot in front of another no matter how badly it hurts. The further they go the slower he walks, and Derek is checking his phone almost obsessively, willing that stupid little triangle to fill with bars so they can stop. So Hotch will rest.

They talk about nothing. Just bullshitting. Hotch can’t hear very well, his ears are ringing and his head is pounding but he keeps up the best he can. It’s nice, he thinks, being alone with Derek when there isn’t anything really on the line. They’re easing back into that comfortable space again.

“Remember when our car broke down in buttfuck Idaho?” Derek asks, slowing his pace a little. He’s conscious about which side of Hotch he walks on, makes sure he’s near the good ear. The less bad ear, maybe. The one that isn’t crusted with flecks of dried blood. The one that Hotch doesn’t reach up and cover every time a car whizzes by on the interstate nearby. “On that huge stretch of nothing highway?”

“It was 98 degrees,” Hotch says quietly. “But it felt like 150 out on that blacktop. I remember thinking the soles of my shoes were going to melt before we got help.”

“It’s always you and me. Been on a hundred road trips with Reid, never a problem. A few with Em, with Jayj, even Rossi. But you and me? It’s like disaster follows us. My blisters were out of control.”

“Mine too. My socks were full of blood. Dress shoes and socks are not ideal for July in hell.”

“I’m not sure any shoes would have been ideal. That was a nightmare.”

It’s not hot now, the walk is almost pleasant. They’re walking on a stretch of road that butts up to an expanse of green, maybe grass, maybe something else. It’s autumn but the leaves haven’t started changing much yet. There’s a crisp breeze that keeps them comfortable while they walk, it’s nice and keeps them comfortable. Derek keeps checking his phone obsessively, every step he expects he’s moved into a sweet spot. It finally happens about ten minutes in and he stops abruptly.

“Got some bars, I’m gonna get us a tow truck. Pop a squat, man.”

Hotch listens this time. He lowers himself down into the cool grass in the shade of a small tree and leans his back against the trunk. It does feel good to take the weight off of his sore leg. The shrapnel tore through his shin and his knee is swollen, he isn’t even sure why. Maybe if he’d let the doctor really check him over he might not be so surprised when a new pain rears its ugly head...but it doesn’t matter. If he had let the hospital continue checking him out, they would all have died. For once his impatience with doctors, at hospitals, at all of it paid off. His stubborn refusal to play by their rules saved lives.

He doesn’t fancy himself a martyr, he didn’t do it for him, but the unexpected kickback wasn’t so bad.

“Okay. Half hour. We got time to hoof it back to no man’s land even at your snail’s pace.” Derek extends a hand and helps Hotch back to his feet, noticing the way he favors his knee. His entire left leg, really. It seems to be getting worse. “You good to walk back or you need another minute?”

“I’m okay.”

“You sure? I can piggy back you.”

“I’m fine Derek.”

Derek isn’t surprised to hear Hotch say that, he expected nothing else. If Hotch ever owned up to really feeling like shit, he would know they were all doomed. He could read the vocal inflections, though. There were certain tonal changes that he could detect easily, the words were superfluous at best.

“Good,” Derek says, but he starts them out at a slower clip and Hotch notices but says nothing. He appreciates the more leisurely pace. They’re really starting to find their way back now and it’s an easy, comfortable thing. He’s missed this comfort. Adrian Bale’s bomb blasted it to pieces and they never really bothered to put it back together, just mended what they could quickly and let the rest settle where it lay. Hotch didn’t realize until now how badly he really needed this, Derek’s friendship, this closeness. Someone who knows him intimately and more importantly doesn’t take his shit.

“Hey. I’m sorry about Joyner,” Derek says to break the silence. It’s on both of their minds and Derek doesn’t want Hotch thinking that he’s glad she’s dead, or that he isn’t busted up about it. She died on his watch and he’s feeling the weight of it. He’s responsible, culpable. At least in his own mind. They might have had some friction but she was a good Agent and he hated the way everything went down. That she probably died thinking he was a hot head, an asshole. “How well did you really know her?” He heard Emily and JJ talking of course, he’d heard it all but he wants to hear it from Hotch’s mouth. He wants to get Hotch talking, make him open up before he suffocates.

“She came over and worked in Atlanta during the 1996 Summer Olympics when she was with Scotland Yard,” Hotch says, slowing his pace a little. He’s worn out. Pain is exhausting. “She was young and eager, we share a lot of the same traits.” His head is swimming and his chest feels tight. He realizes he just referred to her both in past and present tense and there’s a squeezing sensation as his heart thumps that he doesn’t like. “I was a new recruit with the Bureau and volunteered for some security detail, it seemed like an interesting assignment and would pad my resume. I joined later than most people do, I guess I wanted to make up for lost time. We met at that time and became friendly. When I joined the BAU she called me for a consult on a serial killer she had in London, they didn’t have the resources on behavioral science that we did. I wrote her a letter of recommendation when she decided she wanted to join the FBI not long after.”

“Did you keep in touch?”

“Not well. Haley admitted that she was threatened by my friendship with Kate, so out of respect for her I didn’t pursue it. I wouldn’t have…”

“I know. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“I think I do. I heard the way Prentiss and JJ were talking about Kate and I. And after the way things happened in New York, how the two of you...I owe you an explanation.”

“Nah. It’s good. Really. I never thought you slept with her, not if you were married to Haley. Now...whether you wanted to or not...well that’s none of my business, but I didn’t think you actually did.”

“Maybe an apology, then.”

“Yeah, I’d take an apology…” Derek smiles. He’s not sure he deserves to get one any more than he needs to give one, he thinks everything kind of came out in the wash. But if it’ll make Hotch feel better to offer it, he won’t turn it down. He’d been so angry. He could still feel the last embers of that fire in his belly, the way Hotch looked at him and told him to take a walk, told him it wasn’t his place...yeah an apology didn’t sound half bad.

“An apology then. I’m sorry, Derek. I should have been more open with you. Kate pulled me aside when we arrived and told me that they had their eye on you, that her job was on the line.”

Derek nods and picks up the pace when he sees that there’s a car pulled over beside theirs and someone looking in the windows. The road is deserted, there’s no reason for anyone to be out here unless they were broken down. He didn’t expect anyone to stop and couldn’t remember if he bothered to lock the vehicle. Wouldn’t that just be his luck? Break down on the side of the road and abandon a government vehicle full of case files and other sensitive materials with easy access. Like a big neon sign saying come rob me.

“Hang back a sec,” Derek says, and Hotch grunts his displeasure at being coddled.

“Derek, I’m perfectly capable of...”

“Dammit Hotch. Just listen to me for once okay?” He might be a little too sensitive, but after the case they just put a pin in he’s not sure he trusts anyone that isn’t on his immediate team. The world is fucked and he’s just trying to get them home safely. It feels like things are spinning wildly out of control, a car bomb, the ambulance, their SUV breaking down and now this guy wants to poke around in their business? He’s about to go off and he doesn’t even know what the guy is doing yet.

Derek’s hand is on his weapon as he approaches. He’s an open guy, loves to smile and make friends, but now is not the time. He might be feeling a little over protective of Hotch, and maybe that’s not even warranted but he’s going to listen to his gut right now and remain on alert.

“Saw the car pulled over, thought someone might need help…” The guy smiles, but his body language isn’t friendly. The way he stands tall feels like an attempt at intimidation.

“We’re good buddy. Already got a tow truck on the way. Thanks for checking.”

The man takes a step forward and stares Derek down. Even from his vantage point Hotch knows this is trouble – messing with Derek right now is bound to get messy. “How do I know this is your vehicle?”

Hotch’s head swims and his knees start to buckle. He stands there, comes completely still and he curses his body for its terrible timing. It takes this moment to turn on him? The smell of smoke still emanating from the car doesn’t help, it’s taking him back to a moment in time he’d rather forget. He plants his feet and considers reaching for his weapon too but for the time being, he listens to Derek. The sound of his voice. He’s still in control of the situation. The SUV is full of confidential documents, full of weapons, full of things this man shouldn’t see and he has no idea if he’s been picking through it. Derek is wracking his brain and for the life of him can’t remember if he locked the SUV before they left.

“It’s mine and that’s all you need to know. Back off.”

Derek and the other man are bristling now, too close for comfort. Derek produces the key fob and clicks it, flashing the lights on and then off with a sarcastic smile. Of course, it occurs to him a moment too late that now he’s clicked it he’ll never know if it was locked or unlocked when the interloper arrived. “See?”

“That don’t prove a thing. You coulda found those keys on the side of the road.”

Hotch is about two seconds from being sick all over the ground, and on sheer will alone he manages to produce his FBI credentials before he goes limping toward the two of them. His knees are about to buckle but he’s going to fix this situation without violence first. He’s in no condition to jump into a fist fight, let alone draw his weapon, but there will be no choice if the man goes after Derek.

“This vehicle is ours, sir. There’s a tow truck on the way to help us. I appreciate your concern but it’s under control.”

The man leers at Hotch, and then at his badge, and back at him skeptically. He’s a whole mess of a man with scrapes and bruises on his face, favoring one leg heavily, he looks like the kind of guy who broke out of a hospital. He wouldn’t be hard to take, and Hotch can see him calculating the risk while he studies the credentials. “We’ve got everthing under control.” Hotch repeats himself, a little more firm, rising up to his full height against the angry protest of broken ribs. Recognition flashes in the man’s features, he believes Hotch now. He looks like FBI, there’s not a question in the man’s mind as he takes in the suit and tie, the severity of his set features.

He hesitates though, one last flash of indecision. The items in the vehicle are tempting, whatever they are. And he wants to fight Derek, he wants to do that badly, maybe for no other reason than he doesn’t like his smug face. Still, he gets into his vehicle and drives off without another word, at least not another that either of them can hear. Derek rifles through their things, makes sure nothing is missing while Hotch collapses in the passenger seat with his head in his hands willing the lightheaded feeling and the intense screaming pain in his skull to pass. They never said he had a concussion but he’s no stranger to that, he knows exactly what it feels like.

“You locked it,” Hotch says quietly through his fingers, not looking up.

“You sure?”

Hotch doesn’t want to say why he’s sure, but his body knows he heard that sound. Every part of his body is certain. He felt it in his teeth. “I’m sure.”

Derek pops his head up from the file box in the back and studies Hotch curiously, like he’s putting it together somehow. PTSD. The letters float around and bash into one another in his head, they flash like a neon sign. Hotch is suffering and he doesn’t know how to help him, not out here. Maybe not at all. “You good?”

“I’m okay.”

“Does it ever occur to you not to lie?” Derek asks, sitting down on the edge of the bumper when he’s satisfied everything is intact. The SUV tilts his direction briefly and stabilizes. Hotch lets out a strangled laugh that makes his chest hurt. It would never occur to anyone but Derek to ask him a question like that. They might think it, but no one would ever say it. Not even Dave, he would just raise an eyebrow in that silent judgmental way he has but he wouldn’t make a peep. Derek blurts it out and damn the consequences.

“In my experience, it’s better this way.” He pauses and smirks. “Don’t profile that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He’s already doing it. There’s no way around it. But he smiles and shrugs like it’s nothing important, like everything is casual and cool.

It’s closer to an hour by the time the tow truck finally shows up and Hotch is reclined in the passenger seat with his arm thrown over his eyes, sick to his stomach. The smell of smoke has permeated everything and he can’t get far enough away, it’s in his clothes now. His best bet has become simply not moving, instead focusing on breathing in and out through his mouth. Moving makes his head swim, makes his brain feel like its come dislodged. They’d been talking at first, but after a while Derek quieted down, like he thought Hotch might get some sleep if he just left him alone. When the driver arrives, Derek catches him before he even gets halfway to the SUV. They go through the paperwork together at the end of the tow truck, far enough away that their voices don’t carry all the way to the SUV. He knows Hotch isn’t asleep but operating under the guise that he’s helping in some way makes him feel better about the situation they have found themselves in.

“Hey,” Derek says, tapping Hotch gently on the shoulder. “He’s about to hook us up then we’re outta here.”

“Thanks.” Hotch doesn’t move until the SUV rocks beneath him and the sound of metal grating against metal fills the air. With one hand pressed against a sudden pulsing in his forehead, Hotch falls out of the side of the car and stumbles away as quickly as his legs will carry him. He’s aware that it probably looks funny, like Igor lurching through Dr. Frankenstein’s castle, but he can’t get away from the sound fast enough. Every scrape and bang makes his skull feel like it’s coming apart at the seams.

“Hotch?”

He raises his hand, tries to keep Derek back. He doesn’t want to be touched right now, he doesn’t want anyone near him. He walks away faster and leans against a tree, breath heaving angrily in his chest. It’s getting hard to pull in enough and he’s aware of just how close he is to passing out. His vision has narrowed to a pinpoint.

“He okay?” the driver asks, thumbing in the direction of Hotch when Derek walks back. He’s concerned, rattled, but he’s got to mask that and pretend like it’s fine. Just get them out of there. That’s his only objective, get them the hell off the side of the road. His only consolation through all of this is that he’s glad it’s him and not Agent Davis out here with Hotch. She’ll be glad when he tells her about it, too. Tells her how she dodged a bullet.

“Oh, uh yeah. Rough night. You know how it is.”

The driver chuckles and shakes his head like he gets it. Like it was a night of hard partying. Derek is content to let him think it’s as simple as a hangover. He wishes it was just a hangover. That this could be fixed with some Tylenol and hashbrowns.

“You guys need a ride somewhere or you got someone coming for ya?”

“If you got one,” Derek says with a smile. “We’ll take it.” He sprints over to where Hotch is hugging the tree for dear life and grabs him, practically pulling him toward the truck. “Guy thinks you’re rocking a wicked hangover. Just go with it.”

Hotch nods, or tries to anyway but the movement is too much so it’s stunted and he stops, miserably resting his forehead against Derek’s shoulder for a moment. He leans heavily on Derek while they walk, willing his body not to give out on him, not here on the side of the road, not in front of a perfect stranger. Doesn’t have much choice though, if it’s going to it’s going to and that’s just how it goes. He’s about out of energy to control the way things go.

In the truck, Derek slides into the middle seat and lets Hotch take the window. He rests his head against the cool glass and closes his eyes, hands clasped in his lap. Giving some kind of an image that he’s got it together, that he’s not a dead man walking. As the day wears on, he becomes more and more aware that there is more wrong with him than he’s been willing to admit or explore. All he wants is a bed and a few hours of sleep, convinced that will fix the worst of it.

The engine is too loud and Hotch instantly feels sick when the pain strikes. He can’t get away from it, he’s trapped in the truck and the sound is a hot knife picking around in his brain. The driver smiles and turns the radio on, unaware of Hotch’s plight. He’s not going to say anything. “There’s a little motel next to the truck stop a few miles up ahead. They can fix your car up at the mechanic shop a little further down, you boys can stay the night at the motel if you need to and there’s a greasy spoon right there too. One stop shop.”

“Good deal, man. Thanks for coming out. You’re a lifesaver.”

It’s hard to rest in someone else’s vehicle. They’ve seen too much. Derek does his best to form a sort of human shield between the driver and Hotch, just in case anything gets weird. Hotch is vulnerable and it’s just radiating off of him, he can’t hide it anymore. It’s going to be pretty obvious it’s more than just a hangover soon and no Derek doesn’t exactly think the tow truck driver is a serial killer but he’s still on edge. It’s in his nature to be suspicious.

So, he talks. He strikes up every conversation with the driver he can think of until they arrive at the mechanic shop. It’s an hour before they get there, and he’s not sure if Hotch slept a wink but he didn’t say one single word the whole time. He was just lost inside of his head, willing the pain to settle, willing his body not to give out entirely before he has somewhere to crash.

The mechanic shop is small, derelict vehicles practically piled up all around it. Half junkyard, half mechanic from the looks of it and the land it sits on stretches as far back as the eye can see. It doesn’t instill confidence in Derek that the mechanic shop is surrounded by acres of junked cars and trucks but he doesn’t have much choice. “You saw the motel we passed? It’s nothin’ special but they got beds.”

“I did,” Derek says, not giving it much thought. They can just call someone back at Quantico for a ride but he’s not going to say that. The guy has been more than helpful, he’s been kind, he had great taste in music. Derek found himself enjoying the ride when he could stop himself from worrying about Hotch for a minute or two.

“Hope it don’t take them too long to fix you boys up. Feel better, buddy. Get you some gatorade and some greasy food. They got biscuits and gravy over there that’ll cure anything.”

Hotch doesn’t think either of those things will fix his problems but he thanks the man anyway. What he really needs is a bed and a week long nap. He’s starting to feel completely detached from his life. Like he’s just out here bumping into things, un-tethered, and everything hurts.

While the mechanic checks out the vehicle, runs a complete diagnostic, Derek calls Penelope. He knows he should probably call Strauss first, or Rossi maybe but he calls Penelope because he’s about as anxious as he can possibly be and he needs to hear her voice. She’s been sending him a barrage of texts all morning, most of which he isn’t even seeing until right now because he’s been in and out of service.

“I can try to send a car but it’ll be about 6 hours before they can be there,” she says. “They’re all being used right now. That is if Strauss even approves it. She’s going to throw a fit about you guys breaking this car after what happened last night.”

“Yeah, like any of that last night was our fault. Plus we didn’t break this car, we didn’t do anything but drive it.”

“Be that as it may, sunshine, light of my life, she’s going to blow a gasket. Much like your vehicle. Do you want me to try and get someone up there? Or if you don’t mind waiting I can drive up when I finish here...”

“Six hours?” he asks, frustrated. “Nah. I don’t want you driving all the way up here like that and I don’t think Hotch will fit in your car anyway. We’ll just stay the night, drive this car back if they can get her road ready or figure something else out tomorrow. I don’t think Hotch is up for any more excitement. He’s dead on his feet, I just need to get him somewhere quiet and leave him be.”

“That bad?”

“I think the sound of the tow truck hooking up our SUV almost killed him. He’s a wreck.”

It’s a slow walk to the motel, and Derek is avoiding telling Hotch that there isn’t anyone coming to get them. Right now Hotch just thinks they’re going to find somewhere to sit, maybe grab a bite to eat and wait it out. He’s got to find a way to break it to him that they’re stranded. The way Hotch is walking, it’s doubtful he’ll mind much when met with the alternative: a bed. Right here. The motel looks quiet enough, nothing fancy but it’ll have a bed and a shower and by the looks of it, blackout curtains. It all seems like a recipe for sleep if he can get Hotch there without a fight. He doesn’t look he has any left in him.

“Is someone coming to pick us up?” Hotch asks.

“Nah. It was gonna be like 6 hours at best, then we got 4 more hours in the car. Garcia offered to drive up when she’s off work but I figure we just stay the night here and get back on the road in the morning, that guy said it should be an easy fix, at least enough to get us home in one piece.”

Hotch isn’t keen on the motel thing and the “one piece” bit doesn’t instill him with confidence, but Derek does make a good point about waiting until morning. He’s beat and as much as he’d like to tell Derek he’s fine, that excuse wore itself out hours ago.

The motel room has pink floral comforters and turquoise carpets. It’s an eyesore. The blankets are scratchy and thin, and the rooms smell like cigarette smoke but Derek was right, the blackout curtains covered a multitude of sins. They could sleep the afternoon and the night away if they so desired. They were able to splurge with their per diem and each get their own room, adjoined by a thin door just in case. Derek insists that the door remain unlocked, just in case. Strength in numbers. He’s really just laser focused on the fact that Hotch isn’t as okay as he wants everyone to believe.

“You hungry? There’s a greasy spoon attached...I could go for a burger and fries. We can try to blow your hangover away.”

Hotch forces a smirk at that and nods. He is hungry, and the last meal he ate was long enough ago that he couldn’t remember exactly when or what it was. And if he eats then he can take the percocet the doctor so kindly prescribed. That should have been a dead giveaway that his body was a complete mess if the doctor, who barely had a chance to look him over, would prescribe such big guns.

The diner is small, only a few booths scattered inside of a dark room. The roar of the semi-truck engines outside the window echoes in Hotch’s head and he rests his head on his hand, covering his painful ear carefully. Trying to be casual about it so he doesn’t alarm Derek. The man has been making too much fuss today. Touching it hurts but that’s less than when sound enters therefore better.

“What happened in the ambulance?” Hotch asks, sliding a fry absentmindedly through his ketchup. He wasn’t as hungry when he sat down as he thought so he stuck with a turkey sandwich and a side of fries. A safe bet. Derek talks on the third pass through the red glob, waiting for Hotch to finally put the damn thing in his mouth instead of playing with it.

“Garcia blocked the cell signal with her crazy magic just long enough for me to get the ambulance away from people. I jumped out and booked it out of there just before the thing went up. Don’t think I’ve ever run so fast in my life. You know those stories about the moms lifting cars off of their kids to save their lives? It felt like that. An out of body kind of thing I guess. I jumped and rolled and somehow got right to my feet and just ran like fuckin’ Forest Gump. Wish you coulda seen it.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Nah, I’m alright. A little sore but it’s all good. This is what I work out for, right? I got far enough away before it went up.” He pauses and sips his water, willing Hotch to just eat the damn fry. The poor thing is about ready to break off and sink into the ketchup like it was quicksand. “You would have died, Hotch.”

“What?”

“I know you were gonna do it and there is no way you would have gotten away from it in time. You can barely walk. As soon as we realized what was going on, I knew you were gonna try to drive it outta there and everyone would have let you. Hell, you drove it in, you already knew the thing, and you’re Hotch. Right? They all think you can’t get hurt, you’re invincible, nothing happens to Hotch. No one would have argued with you.”

“You would have.”

“You’re damn right I would have, but you know what happens then? We die arguing. Everyone dies. The arguments we get into get pretty epic. No time for that, man. I had to stop it before it got to that. If you want, we can go at it now.”

“I don’t.” He finally bites into the fry and Derek grins like he’s just won a prize.

“Not even a little? Come on...I know you’ve got something to say...”

“You already win.”

Yeah, Derek thinks. Hotch is in bad shape. Not even willing to argue.

Derek wants to say something else, something helpful or positive, he’s not sure exactly what but he’ll wing it...his phone buzzes just before he has a chance to open his mouth. Hotch takes the opportunity to drag himself out of the booth and limp toward the hostess stand to pay the tab. Derek sighs and glances down at his phone, not overly interested in answering it but it’s Spencer and he can’t let that just go to voicemail. He’d feel awful. Spencer has been sending him texts all day too, worried and kind of desperate ones.

“Are you okay?” he asks, clearly agitated when Derek picks up. He doesn’t even start with hello. His voice is a high-pitch whine in Derek’s ear. “Garcia told me your car broke down. I can come get you. Just tell me where you are.”

“It’s fine kid. We got this little roadside motel we’re gonna shack up in and our car should be good by morning. I think Hotch is glad not to be in a car. He probably needed another day of rest before travel.”

“Well a car did just blow up in his face. How is he anyway?”

Derek sighs and watches Hotch move slowly toward the restroom. He’s limping hard on his left leg, using the backs of the booths for support when there isn’t anyone sitting there.

“Not good. He won’t say anything of course, but he’s in bad shape.”

“Watch for signs of PTSD.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a little early, but I’m looking.”

“What about you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah kid, I’m fine. Got some bumps and bruises, found some grass and twigs in my boxers when I went to bed last night...looked like I got into a fight with Sasquatch or something but I’m good.”

“You guys are too much alike.”

“No, I’m serious. I’m okay. I got away from the thing before it exploded, ran like hell. I tumbled a little in the grass and breathed in some smoke but I’m good. Promise.”

Reid keeps him on the phone a little longer, and Derek is pretty sure he’s being profiled through their conversation but he lets it happen anyway. If it makes Reid feel better to do it, he won’t argue. He’s not hiding anything.

They walk back to the motel in amiable silence, hardly any space between them on the stretch of broken sidewalk between the diner and their rooms. At almost timed intervals, Hotch seems to dip, like his knee is giving out on him and Derek twitches, ready to reach out and catch him if he goes down. It’s not a fun game to play.

It’s hardly late afternoon, way too early for bed in Derek’s book but Hotch looks beat so he doesn’t argue about retiring in the daylight even if it makes him feel like a geezer. “What’s your plan?” he asks, fitting his key in the lock. Hotch takes a minute, fumbling with his own key and shrugs.

“A shower and sleep.”

“Yeah, shower does sound good. I can still smell the smoke on my clothes.”

Hotch nods and hopes that Derek won’t look too far into that himself, it’ll just make him come through that door that adjoins their rooms every half hour to check on him. He’s doing everything he can to avoid Derek’s scrutiny. It’s all well-meaning, he’s not doing it for work, he’s doing it because he cares but Hotch isn’t ready to address anything except the immediate pain in his head and the smell of smoke on his clothes. And even then, he’s willing only to do that in private.

“You get a hankerin’ for pie or something later, give me a shout okay? Doesn’t look like there’s much nightlife here but we could watch a movie or something.”

“Sure.”

Derek is in the shower before anything else. The minute his door is shut he’s throwing his bag on the bed and turning on the hot water. He’s not worried about anything other than just washing off the day. The smell of smoke and motor oil are pungent enough to make him gag if he thinks about it too long. Getting under the spray of water and forgetting, relaxing, is all he wants. Hotch is as safe as he can be tucked into his hotel room, and Derek can hear him on the other side of the thin wall moving around.

The hot water rushes over his sore shoulder and he rotates it, loosening angry muscles. No clicking. He’s not hurt, not badly, just sore. Exactly like he said.

At his feet, soap suds collect near the drain in little cloud mountains. The drain is slow and the tub is collecting a little more water than he’d prefer. As he stares down at the suds, he pushes his toes through them and over the drain cover to see if there is something obscuring it. His toe touches something with a lot more substance than bubbles and as he pulls his foot back, it moves. He tells himself that it’s just his mind playing tricks on him. There’s nothing there.

But then it moves again and he takes a step back so he can bend over and get a better look. That was a mistake. He realizes it once he’s hunched over, catches a glimpse of something like a worm swish in the water and beady eyes blinking up at him, calm and collected. It’s a mouse, and it’s in the damn shower with him. He takes another step back but this one is hastier and he doesn’t pay attention to anything, his eyes are locked on the mouse.

He hears the snap before he feels the metal slicing his heel, scraping and pulling at the taut skin. A mouse trap, he’s just stepped on a mouse trap and now he’s crashing to the ground more out of surprise than pain. As he lands with a deafening thud, he does the only thing he can think to do. The only thing he’s ever thought to do in situations like this since joining the BAU.

It comes out so naturally it never occurs to him not to.

“HOTCH! HOTCH!”

He wishes he hadn’t done it immediately. Hotch is hurt, he doesn’t need this shit, but it’s done and he can already hear the door that adjoins their rooms flying open. It’s too late. All he can think to do is throw his hands over his dick, hide what he can before Hotch is in the bathroom and throwing the curtain back.

His gun is aimed right at Derek, right at his junk. “Woah, woah, hey,” Derek says automatically, turning away from the gun like that’ll do any good.

“What is it?!” Hotch asks, lowering his weapon, glancing frantically around the room to catch a sight of what could have scared Derek so badly. For a second he wonders whether he actually heard anything or if his mind was playing tricks on him. The thought chills him to the bone. If he’s just broken in on Derek in the middle of a shower for no reason…

“Sorry man, I’m sorry...there’s a damn mouse...I panicked…”

Hotch sees the twitch in the bubbles, sees the tail and reaches for it. His hand snaps forward, fingers pinching through soap suds and he comes up with the mouse dangling in his grip. The thing seems so calm and collected it doesn’t even flip around in his hand, it just hangs there. His lips twitch at the corners and he smiles, turning toward the door to walk it outside. Catch and release. Though he has his doubts about how long it’ll stay outside. A few minutes, maybe.

Derek’s chest heaves and he grunts, trying to sit himself upright with some dignity. There’s a mouse trap digging into his back dangerously close to his ass and he’s not exactly thrilled with this situation. Hotch comes back in once he’s gotten out and wrapped a towel around his waist.

“You’re bleeding.” There is blood on the floor behind Derek’s foot and he glances down at it, craning his neck to see the damage.

“The trap snapped my heel.”

Hotch waits for more, an explanation, a wild story, but he gets nothing. Derek is still on edge, staring at the tub like it might sprout legs and start walking around.

“There are traps in my room too,” Hotch offers finally. “I didn’t see any mice, but I called the front desk. They have an exterminator coming tomorrow.”

“They couldn’t say anything when we checked in huh?”

Hotch shrugs and leans against the counter for support. He’s been getting dizzy spells all day but they’re coming more frequently now. “She said she’ll comp our rooms.”

“This is fucked.”

Derek can’t believe how unbothered Hotch is over this entire ordeal. Before he has a chance to ask why he’s so calm about it, he hears a scraping sound behind him and looks back to find a mouse slipping down the sloped wall of the tub. “I can’t sleep here.”

“You can stay in my room. Strength in numbers.”

Then it hits him. The way Hotch stands with his hand planted against the counter, the way he sways a little on his feet, he’s taken his percocet. He’s half cocked on pain meds. The thought makes Derek laugh, and feel both jealous and guilty all at once. He was ready to zonk out in bed when Derek shrieked his name and even in the state he’s currently in...he came running. Damn that big softy, Derek thinks. He’s kind of cute in his slacks and t-shirt though.

“You sure?”

“Get your bag. Hurry up.”

Hotch’s room looks lived in. Torn apart. The blankets are pulled entirely off the bed and left in a heap at the foot, chair on top of the desk, the furniture pulled away from the walls where he could get it. It looks like Axl Rose and a bottle of top shelf whiskey got paid to do the housekeeping. Derek has to laugh at the absurdity. “You checked for mice huh?”

“There’s a trap beside the trash can, saw it right away.” His words slur just the smallest amount, and Derek detects a hint of the south in the accent that slides with it. “No mice. So far.” What Hotch doesn’t say, what he only implies, is that he’d planned to be passed out before any of them made an appearance. Out of sight out of mind.

“I’d say I’ll take the floor but that is not happening. We’re getting cozy.”

“Be my guest.”

Hotch falls asleep almost immediately. Derek finds the remote and clicks around aimlessly through channels, stopping for a while on jewelry infomercials and spaghetti westerns that hold his interest only mildly. Every so often he glances over at Hotch who looks almost peaceful with his head cradled in his arms against the thin pillow. He’s curled up beneath the papery sheets and the scratchy comforter like it’s the most comfortable nest in the world and Derek finds himself more than a little frustrated and jealous. He’s buzzing, he won’t be sleeping a wink, which really doesn’t work because he’s got to drive in the morning as long as their car is ready to go. No way Hotch is in any condition to get behind the wheel.

He’s certain he won’t sleep but eventually it does happen, he nods off while he’s still sitting up and watching a Jackie Chan movie marathon. His chin tucks into his chest and he leans slightly to the side as his eyes slip shut.

They sleep for hours while the world continues buzzing right outside. The late afternoon sun gives way to a deep orange blaze of sunset that melts like a popsicle on hot cement as it drips in beneath their blackout curtains. Derek is lost in some kind of fiery dream he’ll barely remember when he hears a thud and a whimper beside him. His first thought is mouse, huge fucking mutant mouse and his eyes shoot open.

“Hotch?” he asks, patting the empty place on the bed beside him when he realizes he’s alone. “Hotch where are you?”

He can hear it before his eyes adjust, Hotch dragging himself along the turquoise carpet miserably toward the bathroom while he gags, trying to fight off the sick. Derek leans over the edge of the bed and squints, watching the shadow of his friend move and then the bathroom door closes and he’s on the outside listening to it.

Hotch sounds miserable. There’s no hiding it, no pretending it’s anything but what it is. Derek knows that Hotch has a concussion and with that comes a slew of symptoms that neither of them has done a very good job of managing or even acknowledging.

When he comes back, he’s on his feet but just barely. Derek pretends he didn’t see him crawling, pretends he hasn’t spent the last fifteen minutes listening to him getting sick. His instinct is to once again ask if he’s okay, but that’s a pretty stupid question at this point and all he’ll get for his trouble is a lie.

“Rumble in the Bronx…” Hotch rasps through his raw throat, all but collapsing on his side of the bed. “Haley’s sister Jessica loves this movie.”

“It’s a classic.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t recommend you for the job,” Hotch says on the verge of tears, completely out of the blue. One minute it’s Jackie Chan, the next it’s a sob fest. Derek can’t keep up no matter how hard he tries. Hotch’s head hurts worse than it has all day, like someone is pulling his skull apart with a crowbar. There is no relief except what little he can do to distract himself, and sleep isn’t going to do the trick. Not now. So he’s going to try talking. “I should have. It was childish.”

“What was childish?”

“I didn’t want you to leave. It was never about Kate. I just don’t want to lose you…”

“Lose me?” Derek asks, his heart leaping into his throat. He’s a little concerned that this sudden outpouring of emotion means something is terribly wrong so he mutes the television and turns to focus on Hotch half-expecting to watch him having a stroke or something equally terrifying. But he just looks normal. Drained, half-lidded eyes sensitive to the small amount of sunlight seeping into the room but nothing alarming. “Hotch, all I ever do is fight with you. You’re gonna miss me being a pain in your ass?”

Hotch nods and lets his half-lidded eyes slip closed. He can tell Derek wants to argue, wants him to bristle a little. He wants to see that he’s okay but his head is splitting and he doesn’t have the energy to keep up with that. It’s an abrupt change of course, avoiding the inevitable argument and he just barely manages it. “Do you remember the room we got in Idaho? When someone finally found us out on that highway and gave us a ride to town?”

“Do I ever. That place was worse than this one. The water ran brown and there were cockroaches everywhere. They were in the fuckin’ fridge.”

“I’ll take mice over cockroaches,” Hotch whispers, pressing his face into the pillow. The pressure on his forehead feels almost soothing. “Your feet had to hurt as bad as mine, but you walked down to that gas station and bought bottles of water and a bag of ice and that styrofoam cooler so we could soak our feet in water that wasn’t brown.”

“Nothing ever felt as good as that ice. I’ve never had sex that felt better and I’ve had some good damn sex.”

Hotch smiles a little wistfully while his stomach knots. “We used the whole box of bandaids in my go-bag.”

“My feet never hurt so bad in my life.”

“Me neither. Derek,” Hotch says, rolling on his side. It takes all of his strength to make his body move that way and the pressure change in his head is instant and furious. He takes a couple calculated breaths before he’s able to continue. He just has to say this...it’s important and getting the words out might just kill him, he’s starting to get that panicky feeling that comes with the knowledge that the injury he’s been ignoring for days might be more serious than he wanted to admit. Either that or his mind is shot to shit. He has no idea. It could just be panic, it could be the sound of the trucks outside putting him on edge. He can barely tell up from down anymore. “I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You keep saying that you’re gonna lose me…isn’t it up to me if I even go? Who says I want that job anyway?”

Hotch looks up at him and offers him a sad little smile. The tears in his eyes might be from the swell of emotion or the intensity of the pain in his head, he’s not sure at this point. “I would be lost without you. Everyone thinks I can’t be hurt, you said it yourself. They all have this idea that I’m invincible, and I am only able to be that way because you’re beside me. Look what happens when…”

“None of this happened because of anything you did. You know that.”

“Maybe if my judgment hadn’t been so clouded, if I hadn’t been so focused on Kate keeping her job I would have seen what was happening sooner.”

“None of us saw it. This isn’t on you. We’re a team and we failed collectively.”

It’s not within Hotch to believe something like that, not when everything stacks up in his favor. But Derek is trying to cheer him up and he’s not in any shape to mope around, he’s got bigger problems than etching what-ifs into his conscious. He’s got a splitting headache and all he wants to do is sleep it off, his eyes are practically closing of their own accord now. It’s probably the worst concussion he’s ever had and that’s saying a lot, he’s had some real winners.

“Are we cool?” Derek asks, tossing the remote onto his nightstand. Hotch doesn’t have an opportunity to answer before two mice come darting out from beneath their bed at the sound and Derek nearly jumps out of his skin. He slides quickly to the center of the bed, crashing into Hotch’s prone form and Hotch can’t help but let out a small laugh. He thinks it’s kind of cute the way this big strong man who can face down the biggest monsters humanity has to offer is terrified of these tiny little creatures. Slowly he drags himself upright and rests his aching back against the headboard.

“There’s one on my side too,” he adds, figuring Derek will want to know that. He saw it when he fell out of bed and dragged himself to the toilet. There’s at least one mouse between them and the bathroom and that seems like a pretty big deal now that Derek is practically clinging to him. “They have us surrounded.”

“I’m never sleeping. It’s all I can hear. I can’t close my eyes.”

“You should have stayed a little closer to the ambulance when it exploded, your hearing could be ruined like mine. I don’t hear anything, and even if I did the headache makes it impossible to think about anything else.”

Derek makes a sarcastic ha-ha-ha and leans against Hotch. They’re cool, he knows it now. Whatever weirdness had settled between them was gone now. “You remember how we passed the night in Idaho?”

Hotch gives Derek that little smile that only shows some of his teeth, it’s a little devious and not many people get to see it. Derek likes to think that this smile belongs to him. “I might need a refresher. Head injury and all.”

“Oh. Yeah. Head injury...you gonna milk that all night?”

He really wants Derek to kiss him right now. It’s all he can think about, the only thought rattling around inside his skull. It bypasses the circuits of pain and takes center stage. After everything he’s done and said, after everything with Kate, he can’t be the one to reach out and make that first move. It’ll be too much.

Derek knows it too. He knows it and he wants it, but he’s having a little fun teasing. He leans forward, pressing their foreheads together and whispers something Hotch can feel against his lips but he can’t hear. And Derek knows damn well he can’t hear it above the high-pitch ringing in his ears. Asshole. Hotch swallows hard and decides he’s going to take the bait, whether he heard what Derek said or not.

He’s right there. No space between them, nothing else to do with this moment. He’s got a bruised jaw and a split lip, a headache that’s bordering on emergency level pain even for him...what he really needs is another painkiller and some sleep but what he wants is Derek and at this point he thinks he’s made that pretty damn clear.

Derek gets to it before Hotch decides to. The contact is soft and sweet, a little hesitant until he feels Hotch move with him, hears the small strangled sound in the back of his throat that tells him all he needs to know. He’s gentle, hand cupping Hotch’s jaw, his lower lip sliding between teeth, all breath and heartbeat and Hotch can feel the warmth spreading down the length of his spine. He’s trying to play it cool but Derek can sense it, the way Hotch presses harder into the touch. Like it’s inconceivable that Derek could let him go, could break the connection. He presses into it like it’s giving him sustenance.

“Ringing a bell?” Derek asks between kisses, one hand sliding down Hotch’s arm, gripping his wrist, pulling him in. Hotch hums and nods, smiling into the litany of small kisses that he hopes are leading to something bigger, deeper, something that’ll erase every memory and every sensation that isn’t Derek.

“Getting there…”

Derek is content to spend all night reminding him of that time in Idaho, a time when everything was simpler. Hotch and Haley hadn’t been married yet, they’d decided to take some time apart before taking the plunge. Carefree time to explore what else was out there, just in case...and Hotch found Derek out there and that was good, so good, but too complicated. He isn’t sure it isn’t still too complicated. It’s probably worse now, he’s got an ex-wife and a child and more responsibility...but he’s also got a newfound appreciation for how quickly it can all be taken from you, too. He lost Kate and nearly died himself the night before, and if that isn’t enough to tell him how fast things change he’s not sure he’ll ever learn that lesson. Derek is here right now and his kisses are just as intoxicating now as they ever were, and he’s pretty sure that the New York job will remain unfilled for the time being...so, complicated or not, it’s a chance worth taking.

They’re content to continue this slow, quiet reintroduction to their past while ignoring the mice that skitter around in their carpet. In the morning they’ll call Penelope and ask her to send them a car and a driver, neither of them will be in any condition to drive...instead, they’ll sit in the back seat and sleep all the way back home.

And after that? Who knows. They’re not going to make plans, they’ll just wait and see. Things change pretty damn fast.

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i figured it out. This vehicle is very old. It is always prone to repairs small or large, my mind attentive when operating this vessel.

My eyes consistently check the engine temperature, to oil pressure, to water temperature via a custom monitor. My ears are listening for any unusual noises, or when it is time for the engine to switch gears. My nose occupied for any suspicious burning smells. Filtered with the scent of old 1990 carpet and gasoline. My body feels the bumps and curves of the road, but with responsive go-kart mannerisms. Potholes especially are felt to the bone with a car this low to the ground. It sometimes the motor "coughs" and "chokes" at long red lights on the warmer days, symptoms of aged electronic sensors.

There is signs of use, but that is what the machine is built to do. And it does a great job at doing so.

when the car goes fast, i move fast.

when the car moves slow, i move slow.

I care a lot about this machine, and the effort I put into it reflects on its appearance and beauty. Because of this driving experience, I need all four of my limbs and mind present in the moment to operate the car smoothly. With the lack of computer assists, and modern technology, it is a fine dance to operate efficiently. Full attention is required in the moment at all times.

Driving this vessel lets me forget about the large deadline I have due next week. It lets me forget about the tasks I left at home. It does fill me with a slight anxious feeling of if it will start the next time i turn the key. This vessel lets me feel fresh air, listen to music, and put a smile on my face to hear the subtle rumble every time i shift through the gears.

transmission and their derivatives can be traced to the Latin transmittere, in turn formed by prefixing the preposition trans ("across or beyond") to the verb mittere ("to let go or to send")

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How to Do a Load Bank Test on a Generator?|EMAX Load Bank

Generators are critical assets for businesses and homes, providing essential backup power during outages. To ensure that a generator will perform as needed during an emergency, it is crucial to conduct regular maintenance and testing. One of the most effective ways to test a generator's performance is through a load bank test. This comprehensive guide will walk you through the steps of performing a load bank test on a generator, ensuring optimal performance and reliability.

What is a Load Bank Test?

A load bank test involves using a device known as a load bank to simulate electrical loads that the generator might encounter during operation. The test ensures the generator can handle its full rated capacity and helps identify any issues that could affect performance. Load bank tests are essential for maintaining the health of standby generators, ensuring they can provide reliable power when needed.

Why Perform a Load Bank Test?

Performing a load bank test has several benefits:

Verification of Performance: Ensures the generator can handle its maximum load without issues.

Identifying Potential Problems: Helps detect issues like wet stacking in diesel generators, which occurs when the engine doesn't reach optimal temperature.

Improved Reliability: Regular testing ensures the generator is reliable and ready for emergencies.

Compliance with Regulations: Some industries require regular load testing to comply with safety and operational regulations.

Types of Load Bank Tests

There are three primary types of load bank tests:

Resistive Load Bank Test: Simulates real-world loads such as lighting and heating. It is the most common type of test.

Reactive Load Bank Test: Simulates loads that include inductive (motors, transformers) and capacitive (capacitors) components.

Combined Load Bank Test: Uses both resistive and reactive loads to simulate the most realistic operating conditions.

Preparation for Load Bank Testing

Before performing a load bank test, follow these preparatory steps:

1. Review Manufacturer Guidelines

Consult the generator’s manual for specific instructions and safety precautions related to load bank testing. Adhering to manufacturer guidelines is crucial to avoid voiding warranties or causing damage.

2. Inspect the Generator

Conduct a thorough visual inspection of the generator. Look for any signs of wear, leaks, or damage. Ensure that the fuel, oil, and coolant levels are adequate and that all connections are secure.

3. Ensure Adequate Ventilation

Load testing generates a significant amount of heat. Ensure that the testing area is well-ventilated to dissipate heat and prevent overheating.

4. Gather Necessary Equipment

Ensure you have the following equipment ready:

Load bank unit

Load cables

Personal protective equipment (PPE)

Monitoring devices (e.g., multimeters, temperature sensors)

Step-by-Step Guide to Performing a Load Bank Test

Step 1: Connect the Load Bank to the Generator

Safety First: Wear appropriate PPE, including gloves and safety glasses.

Shut Down the Generator: Ensure the generator is turned off before making any connections.

Connect Cables: Attach the load bank cables to the generator’s output terminals. Ensure that the connections are secure to prevent arcing or loose connections.

Verify Connections: Double-check all connections to ensure they are tight and correctly aligned.

Step 2: Start the Generator

Start-Up: Follow the standard procedure to start the generator.

Warm-Up Period: Allow the generator to run for a few minutes to reach its normal operating temperature. This helps in accurate load testing.

Step 3: Gradually Apply Load

Incremental Load: Begin by applying a small load incrementally using the load bank. This gradual increase helps prevent sudden surges that could damage the generator.

Monitor Parameters: As you increase the load, continuously monitor the generator’s parameters, such as voltage, current, frequency, and temperature.

Stabilize Each Load Level: Allow the generator to stabilize at each load level for a few minutes. This helps in identifying any potential issues early.

Step 4: Apply Full Load

Full Load Application: Once the generator has stabilized at incremental loads, apply the full rated load. This step is crucial as it tests the generator’s ability to handle its maximum capacity.

Continuous Monitoring: Keep monitoring all critical parameters. Look for any signs of overheating, abnormal vibrations, or unusual noises.

Step 5: Maintain Full Load

Duration: Maintain the full load for a specified duration, typically around 30 minutes to an hour. This duration helps in identifying any long-term issues.

Document Readings: Record all readings and observations during the test. This documentation is valuable for future reference and maintenance planning.

Step 6: Gradually Reduce Load

Incremental Reduction: Gradually reduce the load in small increments until the generator is running without any load.

Cooldown Period: Allow the generator to run without load for a few minutes to cool down gradually.

Step 7: Shut Down and Disconnect

Shutdown Procedure: Follow the standard shutdown procedure for the generator.

Disconnect Cables: Safely disconnect the load bank cables from the generator. Ensure that all connections are secure and the generator is back to its standby mode.

Post-Test Analysis and Maintenance

Review Test Data

Analyze the data collected during the test. Look for any anomalies or deviations from normal operating parameters. Identifying trends or issues early can prevent major problems later.

Inspect Generator

Conduct a post-test inspection of the generator. Look for any signs of stress or damage caused by the load test. Check for leaks, unusual wear, or any other abnormalities.

Perform Necessary Maintenance

Based on the test results and inspection, perform any necessary maintenance. This may include changing filters, topping off fluids, tightening connections, or addressing any identified issues.

Update Maintenance Records

Keep detailed records of the load bank test, including all readings, observations, and maintenance actions taken. This information is crucial for tracking the generator’s performance over time and planning future maintenance.

Safety Considerations

Safety is paramount when performing a load bank test. Here are some key safety considerations:

Follow Manufacturer Guidelines: Always adhere to the generator and load bank manufacturer’s safety instructions.

Use PPE: Wear appropriate personal protective equipment, such as gloves, safety glasses, and hearing protection.

Secure Connections: Ensure all electrical connections are secure and correctly made to prevent electrical hazards.

Monitor Continuously: Never leave the generator unattended during the test. Continuous monitoring is essential to identify and address issues promptly.

Adequate Ventilation: Ensure the testing area is well-ventilated to dissipate heat generated during the test.

Conclusion

A load bank test is an essential part of generator maintenance, ensuring that your generator is capable of handling its full rated capacity and ready to provide reliable backup power during emergencies. By following the steps outlined in this guide, you can perform a load bank test safely and effectively. Regular testing, combined with routine maintenance, will help extend the life of your generator and ensure its reliability when you need it most.

Maintaining detailed records of each load bank test, addressing any identified issues promptly, and adhering to safety protocols will contribute to the long-term performance and reliability of your generator. By investing time and effort into regular load bank testing, you can have peace of mind knowing that your generator is ready to perform at its best when it matters most.

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Why Engine Clean is Essential for Your Car: Trusted Car Service in Abu Dhabi

Owning a car in Abu Dhabi means dealing with high temperatures, dust, and frequent usage—factors that can significantly affect the performance of your vehicle. While regular servicing is essential, one often-overlooked but critical service is engine cleaning. At our car workshop in Abu Dhabi, we offer professional engine clean services to keep your car running efficiently and safely.

Whether you are looking for a reliable car service center in Abu Dhabi, a quick car wash, or detailed repair work, understanding the value of engine cleaning will change how you care for your vehicle.

What is Engine Cleaning?

Engine cleaning involves the removal of dirt, grime, and grease from the engine bay and internal components. Over time, dust and oil can accumulate around the engine, which may lead to poor performance, overheating, and even permanent damage. At Prestige Car Services, we provide both internal and external engine clean services as part of our comprehensive vehicle care package.

Importance of Engine Cleaning in Abu Dhabi

1. Improved Engine Performance

Dust and debris can interfere with engine components, sensors, and wiring. A clean engine ensures smooth airflow, better cooling, and efficient combustion. This ultimately leads to improved performance and fuel efficiency.

2. Early Problem Detection

A clean engine bay allows technicians to easily spot oil leaks, worn belts, or damaged parts. Catching issues early can prevent major repairs and breakdowns, especially important in Abu Dhabi’s hot and dry climate.

3. Extended Engine Life

Removing grime and buildup reduces engine strain and overheating risks. Regular engine clean services help extend the life of your car’s engine, protecting your investment.

4. Better Resale Value

A well-maintained engine reflects good ownership and care. If you plan to sell your car in the future, a clean engine bay can boost buyer confidence and improve resale value.

How We Perform Engine Cleaning

At our car service center in Abu Dhabi, our expert technicians follow a safe and thorough process to clean your engine:

Cover sensitive components like electrical connections and sensors.

Use eco-friendly degreasers to break down dirt and oil.

Gently rinse with controlled water pressure to avoid damage.

Dry the engine bay with compressed air and microfiber towels.

Inspect for potential leaks or issues.

Our car workshop in Abu Dhabi ensures that every engine clean is done with precision and care.

More Than Just Engine Cleaning

While engine cleaning is a key service, we offer a full range of car care solutions:

Car Repair in Abu Dhabi: From brakes to suspension, we handle all types of repairs using genuine parts.

Car Wash in Abu Dhabi: Our premium exterior and interior cleaning services leave your car spotless.

Routine Maintenance: Oil changes, battery checks, tire rotations, and more—everything to keep your car road-ready.

Why Choose Us?

Prestige Car Services is one of the most trusted names in car service and repair in Abu Dhabi. Here’s why our clients rely on us:

Trained and certified technicians

Transparent pricing

High-quality parts and equipment

Quick turnaround times

Personalized customer care

Engine cleaning is not just about aesthetics—it's about performance, longevity, and safety. Whether you drive a luxury sedan, SUV, or commercial vehicle, our expert team ensures your engine runs like new. So the next time you search for a car workshop Abu Dhabi or need a quality car wash in Abu Dhabi, visit Prestige Car Services and experience the difference.

📍 Location: Abu Dhabi  Mussafah Saniya M-4 

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Hydrographic Survey:A Step-by-Step Guide|Epitome Experts

In today’s rapidly evolving world, where maritime safety, coastal development, and environmental sustainability are top priorities, hydrographic surveys have emerged as the epitome of underwater precision and marine intelligence. From mapping the seafloor to supporting offshore construction, hydrographic surveying is essential for understanding aquatic environments in ways that shape industries, economies, and ecological futures.

What is a Hydrographic Survey?

A hydrographic survey involves the measurement and description of features which affect maritime navigation, marine construction, dredging, offshore oil exploration, and related activities. It primarily focuses on collecting data about depths, tides, currents, seabed contours, and underwater obstacles using advanced technologies. These surveys are critical for preparing accurate nautical charts, planning underwater infrastructure, and ensuring the safety of vessels and marine operations.

Step-by-Step Process By Epitome in Hydrographic Surveys

A hydrographic survey is the process of measuring and mapping the underwater features of oceans, rivers, lakes, and harbors. It helps ships travel safely, supports marine construction, and helps protect the environment. Let’s break down how this process works in simple steps:

1.Planning the Survey

Before going into the water, the survey team makes a clear plan. They decide:

Where the survey will happen

What equipment they’ll need

What kind of information they want (like depth, underwater objects, or tides)

2.Setting Up GPS and Tide Information

To know exactly where they are in the water, the team uses GPS (just like on your phone, but more accurate).

They also set up tide meters to track how high or low the water is, which helps make the depth data more accurate.

3.Collecting the Data

Now it’s time to go out on the boat! The team uses special tools like:

Echo sounders – These send sound waves down to the seafloor and measure how long they take to bounce back. That tells them how deep the water is.

Sonar scanners – These make images of the underwater area, like finding rocks, shipwrecks, or cables.

Other sensors – They use tools to check water temperature, current, and how sound travels in water.

4 Watching the Tides and Currents

Since water moves all the time, the team also records tides and water currents. This helps them adjust the depth numbers correctly. Otherwise, the data might be wrong depending on when they measured it.

5 Cleaning and Processing the Data

Once they’re done collecting data, it’s time to clean it up. This means:

Removing mistakes or weird signals

Making sure everything is lined up properly

Turning the raw data into useful maps or 3D images of the seafloor

6 Making the Charts and Maps

After cleaning the data, the team creates:

Maps that show how deep the water is

Charts for ship navigation

Reports with all the results for builders, engineers, or government agencies

7 Sharing and Saving the Data

Finally, all the maps, reports, and data files are shared with the people who need them—like port authorities, shipping companies, or construction teams. The information is also saved in case it’s needed in the future.

Conclusion

Hydrographic surveys may happen beneath the surface, but their impact is felt everywhere — from safer shipping routes to smarter coastal development. By using advanced tools and careful planning, these surveys give us a clear and accurate picture of the underwater world. Whether it’s for navigation, construction, or environmental protection, hydrographic surveys are the key to understanding and managing our water bodies. In every sense, they are the epitome of precision in marine science and technology.

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Danfoss: Engineering Precision for Marine and Industrial Efficiency Explore Top Products at Aeliya Marine Tech

In demanding fields such as marine engineering, offshore drilling, HVAC, and industrial automation, there is no place for equipment malfunction. Systems need to perform flawlessly, optimally, and under harsh conditions. Step forward Danfoss, a world leader in energy-efficient, precision-engineered components utilized across industries from shipping to manufacturing.

At Aeliya Marine Tech, we’re committed to showcasing a wide range of authentic Danfoss products, specifically designed for maintenance engineers, procurement departments, and system integrators who require quality, availability, and technical support. From pressure switches to thermostatic valves, transmitters, or frequency converters, our catalog provides reliable Danfoss solutions at your doorstep.

About Danfoss: Global Excellence with Local Impact

Established in Denmark in 1933, Danfoss Group is now one of the most renowned industrial technology names. Famous for its energy and climate solutions, Danfoss has been transforming the way mechanical and electrical systems function.

Their products cater to:

Shipboard air-conditioning and HVAC equipment

Hydro power and motor control

Refrigeration and temperature control

Automation and sensor monitoring

Regulation of pressure and flow in pipes

With a strong focus on sustainability, innovation, and robust engineering, Danfoss components are built to withstand high loads, variable environmental conditions, and demanding operating pressures perfect for marine and heavy industry applications.

Discover the Danfoss Product Range at Aeliya Marine

Aeliya Marine carries a large inventory of new and used Danfoss components. Below is a sampling of top product categories:

Danfoss Pressure Switches

Danfoss pressure switches are intended to control and monitor pressure in liquid and gaseous systems. These are widely applied in:

Compressor units

Boiler plants

Marine hydraulic systems

Characteristics:

Adjustable pressure range

Snap-action contacts

Gold-plated or silver-nickel contact options

IP65 enclosure for marine resistance

Some of the most popular models are the KP, RT, and MBC series each providing reliable protection and control for sophisticated systems.

2. Thermostatic Expansion Valves

Used in air-conditioning and refrigeration systems, Danfoss TXVs (Thermostatic Expansion Valves) control the injection of refrigerant. These valves are:

Compatible with several refrigerants (R134a, R404A, etc.)

Made of stainless steel or corrosion-resistant brass

Accurate in controlling superheat

They’re an essential part for vessels, cold storage units, HVAC systems, and industrial chillers.

3. Temperature and Pressure Transmitters

Danfoss offers robust transmitters that convert temperature or pressure changes into electrical signals. These are used for real-time monitoring and remote control.

Common applications:

Oil pressure regulation in marine engines

Boiler monitoring

Pump and compressor management

Models like MBS 3000 and AKS 32R provide fast response times, long lifecycle, and reliable output even in vibrating or corrosive environments.

4. Solenoid Valves

Whether it is flow control in a hydraulic circuit or fuel line control in an engine, Danfoss solenoid valves are designed for high-performance flow control.

Why select Danfoss solenoid valves?

Direct and servo-operated types

Broad voltage range support (AC/DC)

Compatible with ammonia and fluorinated refrigerants

Resistant to internal deposits and scaling

Standard variants include EVR series valves, employed in marine refrigeration as well as factory automation systems.

5. Electronic Controllers

For smarter automation and energy optimization, Danfoss offers a range of controllers for temperature, defrost, fan speed, and pressure setting. These products frequently feature:

Digital inputs and relay outputs

Simple-to-use displays

Remote programming and networking

EKC and ERC series controllers are great for food processing, cold chain logistics, and onboard climate control.

6. Variable Frequency Drives (VFDs)

Danfoss drives such as the VLT® series are high-end motor controllers that enhance energy efficiency and accuracy in pump, fan, and compressor systems.

Key advantages:

Up to 50% energy savings

Harmonic reduction

Integrated PID controllers

Marine-class certified versions (for offshore platforms)

These VFDs are essential for water treatment, engine room, and HVAC applications.

Industries and Applications

Danfoss products are internationally acclaimed for their extensive range of applications. Following are some of the most important industries that gain advantages from these products:

1. Marine & Offshore:

Ballast water control

HVAC and refrigeration of cabins & engine rooms

Desalination plant control

Hydraulic steering

2. Industrial Automation:

Assembly line equipment

Hydraulic presses

Industrial cooling

Motor speed control

3. Refrigeration & Cooling:

Cold storage plants

Walk-in freezers

Pharmaceutical storage

Cargo refrigeration for shipping containers

4. HVAC Systems:

Building climate control

Marine and oil rig cooling

Ventilation for factories and warehouses

Why Purchase Danfoss from Aeliya Marine Tech?

Buying can be a hassle particularly when time is of the essence, documentation is scarce, or parts are outdated. That’s where Aeliya Marine comes in.

Only Genuine Danfoss Parts

We only offer genuine Danfoss products thoroughly inspected, tested (if used), and supported by documentation where possible.

Photos and Detailed Listings

Every product listing features:

Model numbers

Technical specifications

High-quality photos

Condition tags (New, Used, Refurbished)

This provides clarity before you purchase.

1. Global Shipping from Mumbai

Our Mumbai-based centralized warehouse manages same-day or next-day shipments and accommodates international courier partners for secure, fast delivery.

2. Assistance from Actual Engineers

Stuck on model identification or looking for a compatible substitute? Our internal staff assists all questions with extensive product knowledge.

3. Value & Affordability

We provide competitive pricing on new, used, and surplus items perfect for cost-conscious repairs and replacements.

4. Sample Listings You May Find Today

Following are just a few examples of available or recently added Danfoss components at Aeliya Marine:

Danfoss KP35 Pressure Switch 060–110691

Danfoss RT 116 Pressure Switch 017–521566

Danfoss MBS 3000 Pressure Transmitter

Danfoss TX2 Thermostatic Valve

Danfoss VLT2800 Frequency Drive

Danfoss EV220B Solenoid Valve

Our inventory turns over frequently, so if you don’t find what you’re looking for ask us. We might have it on hand offline.

Aeliya Marine: Your Partner for Legacy and Modern Systems

Most vessels and factories blend legacy systems with newer upgrades. Sourcing replacement parts can be problematic particularly when OEMs end production of models. That’s where Aeliya Marine is an expert:

Finding equivalent models

Recommending drop-in substitutes

Providing hard-to-find parts

Together with Danfoss’ product compatibility promise and our multi-brand sourcing knowledge, your operations remain up and running with the minimum loss of time.

Get Your Systems Running with the Best of Danfoss

In any mission-critical application marine, manufacturing, or HVAC your components are as good as the brand that backs them. With Danfoss, you’re investing in precision engineering, energy efficiency, and operational safety. And with Aeliya Marine Tech, you’re supported by a supplier who gets your sense of urgency, answers your questions, and delivers worldwide.

More Products explore

Click Here To View the Complete Danfoss Products Collection.

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Cutting-Edge Downhole Pressure Transducer in Qatar by Telektron

Enhance oilfield operations with a downhole pressure transducer in Qatar by Telektron—built for extreme environments and real-time performance. These sensors are optimized for Qatar’s complex reservoirs, offering accurate pressure and temperature readings under HPHT conditions. 

The compact design and corrosion-resistant construction makes the downhole pressure transducer in Qatar ideal for underbalanced drilling, artificial lift systems, and advanced reservoir management. With digital output integration and PT1000 RTD capabilities, these transducers support predictive maintenance and operational efficiency. Engineering by Telektron ensures that oil and gas operators in Qatar get dependable, high-accuracy monitoring for every drilling phase. Choose proven technology that supports safety, performance, and cost-effectiveness in your oilfield operations.

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Mission Pump Seal: The Unsung Hero in Industrial Reliability

When you think about heavy-duty pumping systems used in the oil & gas, mining, or chemical processing industries, it's easy to focus on the horsepower, flow rate, and materials of construction. But there’s one component quietly ensuring everything runs smoothly—literally and figuratively. That unsung hero is the Mission Pump Seal.

Behind every reliable pump is a sealing solution that prevents leaks, reduces wear, and withstands punishing environments. In a world obsessed with visible performance metrics, seals don’t get the attention they deserve. But without them, the entire operation risks failure, safety issues, and environmental hazards.

Let’s pull back the curtain on the Mission Pump Seal, and explore why it’s more than just a gasket or mechanical barrier—it’s a critical link between industrial ambition and sustainable operation.

Why Seals Matter More Than You Think

Pumps are the workhorses of industry. Whether you're dealing with drilling mud, abrasive slurry, or caustic chemicals, a pump’s job is to keep things moving. But what happens if the fluid leaks out? Or worse—if external contaminants make their way inside?

That’s where a high-quality seal steps in. The Mission Pump Seal is designed not just to keep the media in and the contaminants out—it ensures long-term efficiency, safety, and cost control. Think of it as the immune system of your pump. Invisible, but vital.

And when downtime costs can run into tens of thousands of dollars per hour, the reliability of your seal isn't just a technical issue—it’s a business imperative.

A Deep Dive Into the Mission Pump Seal

Mission pumps, widely used in the oilfield and industrial space, are known for their robustness and heavy-duty design. But the pump seal plays a defining role in their performance.

1. Design Precision

Unlike generic seals, the Mission Pump Seal is purpose-built to handle high-pressure applications in abrasive or chemically aggressive environments. Whether it’s centrifugal force, axial loads, or vibration, the seal is engineered to resist them all.

2. Material Science

It’s not just rubber and metal. These seals often incorporate advanced materials like Viton, PTFE, and tungsten carbide to withstand corrosive fluids and high temperatures. This ensures they perform not just in labs, but in the real world—on offshore rigs, in muddy fields, and chemical plants.

3. Compatibility & Standardization

The Mission Pump Seal is compatible with major pump models like the Mission Magnum and Mission 2500. This standardization ensures easy replacement, reducing downtime and simplifying inventory management.

A Humanized Lens: Meet the Maintenance Crew

Now let’s step away from the engineering jargon for a moment.

Imagine Rajesh, a maintenance supervisor in a drilling site in Rajasthan. His crew has 12-hour shifts, rotating every few days. The terrain is dusty, the weather is brutal, and their equipment must run 24/7.

For him, the seal on a centrifugal pump isn’t a detail—it’s a stress point. If a seal fails, not only does the pump stop, but the entire fluid circulation system halts. Drilling slows. Deadlines get missed. Clients get angry.

But when they upgraded to the Mission Pump Seal, the frequency of breakdowns dropped. He saw fewer leaks, longer intervals between maintenance, and—importantly—more confidence from his team. That’s the kind of impact a well-designed seal can have—not just on machines, but on people.

Where Innovation Meets Industry

As industries shift toward sustainability, even components like seals are evolving. The newer generation of Mission Pump Seals integrates:

Eco-friendly materials to minimize environmental impact during wear and tear.

Smart monitoring systems that use IoT sensors to track seal wear in real-time.

Modular assemblies for quicker replacement without full pump disassembly.

These innovations reflect a broader truth—every part matters. Even the smallest ones.

The Financial Case for a Better Seal

Companies often hesitate to invest in premium components. "Why spend more on a seal when a cheaper one can do the job?" It’s a fair question—until you do the math.

A low-cost seal may need replacement every 200 hours.

A Mission Pump Seal, designed for longevity, can often last 3–4x longer.

Fewer replacements mean fewer shutdowns, lower labor costs, and reduced inventory needs.

In essence, a higher initial cost translates into significantly lower total cost of ownership (TCO). Over a year, this can save companies hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Applications Beyond the Obvious

Though known for use in oilfields, the Mission Pump Seal is now finding applications in:

Mining: Handling abrasive slurries and tailings

Power generation: Sealing cooling water pumps

Food & beverage: Where hygiene and leak-prevention are critical

Chemical processing: Withstanding aggressive solvents and acids

This cross-sector adoption reflects a growing awareness of quality sealing as a strategic investment—not just a maintenance line item.

The Road Ahead: Smart Sealing Systems

As AI and automation continue to transform industry, the humble seal is also getting an upgrade.

Imagine seals that self-report their condition, predict failure before it happens, and auto-adjust to dynamic conditions. We’re already seeing pilot projects that combine the Mission Pump Seal design with embedded sensors. These smart seals are redefining preventive maintenance—and moving us toward zero-downtime operations.

Final Thoughts: More Than Just a Seal

In a world fascinated with big-ticket items—turbines, engines, pipelines—it’s easy to overlook the components that make them work flawlessly. The Mission Pump Seal is one such component. Quietly doing its job. Preventing leaks. Saving costs. Enhancing safety.

It’s time we start recognizing the impact of these invisible guardians of industrial productivity.

So, the next time you're evaluating pump performance, don’t just look at horsepower and flow rates. Ask about the seal. Because behind every smooth-running system, there’s a Mission Pump Seal doing its job—with precision, reliability, and grace.

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Revolutionizing Transformer Monitoring with AI

Understanding the Importance of Transformer Health

Transformers are the lifeline of modern power distribution systems. Whether in substations, manufacturing plants, or renewable energy setups, these critical components ensure the reliable transmission of electricity across vast networks. However, transformers are not immune to degradation. Factors like thermal stress, moisture, and internal faults can gradually erode their performance. Ensuring the health of transformers is paramount to maintaining grid stability and operational efficiency. TransformerLF, an advanced solution in the realm of AI-based predictive maintenance, steps into this landscape as a revolutionary tool that transforms how transformer monitoring is conducted.

The Evolution of Transformer Monitoring Technologies

Historically, transformer health monitoring relied heavily on manual inspections and scheduled maintenance routines. Engineers would periodically test oil samples or perform infrared thermography to detect overheating. While these traditional approaches served a purpose, they were often reactive rather than proactive. The inability to continuously monitor internal parameters meant faults could go undetected until significant damage occurred. With the advent of the Internet of Things (IoT), data analytics, and machine learning, transformer monitoring has entered a new era. TransformerLF harnesses these technological advancements to deliver real-time insights and predictive alerts, setting a new standard in asset management.

How TransformerLF Works

TransformerLF is designed to be sensor-agnostic and seamlessly integrates with various transformer setups. At its core, the system captures high-resolution data related to critical parameters such as temperature, vibration, moisture content, gas generation, and dielectric properties. This data is transmitted securely to a cloud-based platform where AI algorithms analyze patterns and detect anomalies. Unlike conventional monitoring tools, TransformerLF doesn’t just collect data—it interprets it. The platform uses advanced diagnostics and machine learning models to forecast potential failures well before they manifest, giving asset managers a strategic advantage in planning maintenance activities.

AI and Machine Learning in Predictive Maintenance

The application of AI and machine learning in predictive maintenance marks a significant leap forward for the power industry. TransformerLF utilizes supervised and unsupervised learning models to continuously refine its fault detection capabilities. The system learns from historical fault data, real-time sensor inputs, and contextual information to identify early indicators of issues such as partial discharges, winding hot spots, and oil degradation. This continuous learning loop enhances the platform’s accuracy over time, reducing false positives and ensuring only actionable alerts are generated. The intelligent analytics also allow for benchmarking transformer performance across different regions and operational environments.

Enhancing Grid Reliability with TransformerLF

A major challenge facing utilities today is grid reliability. With increasing demand and the integration of variable renewable energy sources, grid assets are under more stress than ever. TransformerLF plays a critical role in enhancing grid reliability by enabling condition-based maintenance. Instead of adhering to rigid maintenance schedules, utilities can prioritize assets that show signs of distress. This targeted approach not only reduces unplanned downtime but also extends the lifespan of transformers. Moreover, TransformerLF supports fleet-level monitoring, allowing operators to manage hundreds of assets from a single dashboard. This holistic visibility ensures that potential threats are mitigated before they escalate into catastrophic failures.

Real-World Use Cases and Case Studies

TransformerLF has been deployed across diverse industries, delivering tangible value through enhanced operational resilience. In one instance, a large utility company in North America integrated TransformerLF into its substations to combat frequent transformer outages. Within months, the system identified abnormal moisture levels in several units, prompting timely intervention and preventing what could have been multi-million-dollar outages. In another case, a wind farm operator utilized TransformerLF to monitor step-up transformers exposed to harsh environmental conditions. The platform detected rising dissolved gas concentrations, signaling insulation breakdown. Preventative action was taken swiftly, thereby safeguarding energy generation during peak demand.

These real-world applications underscore the practical benefits of AI-driven monitoring. TransformerLF not only delivers ROI in the form of reduced maintenance costs and fewer failures but also empowers organizations to comply with stringent regulatory requirements. By providing comprehensive audit trails and performance logs, it simplifies reporting for industry standards such as IEEE C57 and IEC 60076.

Integration with Smart Grids and Digital Twins

The future of power distribution lies in the synergy between smart grids and digital twins. TransformerLF is built to align with this future-forward vision. The platform supports integration with smart grid ecosystems, feeding real-time transformer health data into centralized control systems. This integration enables more intelligent grid management, where energy loads can be redistributed dynamically based on asset condition. Additionally, TransformerLF contributes to the development of digital twins—virtual replicas of physical transformers. These digital models simulate performance under various scenarios, allowing engineers to test mitigation strategies without endangering actual equipment.

Through this capability, TransformerLF enhances both planning and operational decision-making. Whether it’s load balancing, emergency response, or long-term asset investment, the insights derived from TransformerLF’s digital twin integration make the process more informed and effective.

The Environmental and Economic Impact

Sustainable operations are at the core of every forward-thinking organization. TransformerLF contributes to environmental stewardship by promoting efficient use of resources and minimizing waste. By extending the life of transformers, the platform reduces the need for frequent replacements, thereby lowering material consumption and carbon footprint. Furthermore, the system aids in optimizing energy usage by identifying losses due to inefficiencies or faults. Economically, the benefits are equally compelling. Organizations leveraging TransformerLF report significant cost savings—both in terms of deferred capital expenditures and reduced emergency repairs.

From an insurance standpoint, having a robust predictive maintenance system like TransformerLF can even lead to reduced premiums. Insurers recognize the reduced risk associated with continuously monitored equipment, which translates into favorable terms for the asset owners. Additionally, the platform supports ESG (Environmental, Social, and Governance) compliance by documenting efforts made toward operational transparency and risk mitigation.

Addressing Challenges and Ensuring Scalability

While the benefits of TransformerLF are clear, implementing such an advanced system comes with its own set of challenges. Data integration, cybersecurity, and organizational change management are key areas that need careful planning. TransformerLF addresses these concerns by offering robust APIs for system compatibility, end-to-end encryption for data security, and intuitive user interfaces for easier adoption. The platform also provides modular deployment options, allowing organizations to start small and scale gradually based on their unique requirements.

Training and support are integral to successful implementation. Nanoprecise, the developer behind TransformerLF, offers comprehensive onboarding and continuous technical assistance to ensure clients derive maximum value from the system. As more industries embrace digital transformation, TransformerLF is designed to evolve in tandem, ensuring it remains relevant and future-proof in a rapidly changing technological landscape.

Conclusion: Powering the Future with Nanoprecise

TransformerLF represents a paradigm shift in transformer monitoring. By leveraging the power of AI, machine learning, and real-time analytics, it empowers organizations to move from reactive maintenance to predictive intelligence. The platform not only enhances transformer health and grid reliability but also delivers measurable financial and environmental benefits. As utilities and industrial operators strive for operational excellence, solutions like TransformerLF are indispensable allies. With its sensor-agnostic design, scalability, and integration capabilities, TransformerLF is positioned as a cornerstone technology for the modern energy landscape. Backed by the expertise of Nanoprecise, TransformerLF redefines how transformers are managed—proactively, intelligently, and sustainably.