"Would you relax already?" Derek glanced over at Spencer, his mouth sore from the irrepressible smile he'd been sporting since the younger man had kissed him the day before. "The only person who knows is Hotch, and he wouldn't out us to the team. You heard him yesterday. He won't even officially acknowledge that there is an us. Everything will be fine."

Spencer fidgeted with his bag strap and nervously watched the elevator numbers slowly climbing higher. "They're going to know. I can feel it."

Derek pressed a soothing hand against the small of Spencer's back and reminded himself that there were cameras in the elevator and potentially platonic touching was one thing, but kissing his lover would probably end with the two of them being chewed out in Strauss' office. Spencer leaned back into his touch and Derek's smile stretched even wider. "Is that really such a bad thing?"

Spencer's hand fell from his strap to his side and he swayed so that the backs of his fingers grazed Derek's thigh. "It's not that I'm afraid about what they'll think. I just sort of like the idea that we're the only ones who know. That this is something special and private for just the two of us."

"The two of us and Hotch," Derek said.

"And Hotch," Spencer agreed with a short laugh. There was a metallic 'ding' and the doors slid smoothly open. Derek dropped his hand, quickly caressing Spencer's hip as he did so. Spencer jumped and blushed, but his glare looked more teasing and amused than angry. They fell easily into step together as they pushed through the glass door to the bullpen and headed into the familiar bustle.

It took over three hours before Spencer relaxed enough to let Derek come close enough to his desk to talk to him. Unfortunately, it took less than three minutes for Garcia to spot them, light up with understanding, and whirl on Emily and JJ with an excited "You both owe me fifty dollars! I told you!"

Derek and Spencer gaped in horror as the women exchanged amused glances and money. By the time Garcia was knocking on Rossi's door to get her winnings from him, the two men were beating a hasty retreat to Derek's office.

Dusk was just beginning to darken the sky and Hotch was going over a few final files when Garcia slipped quietly into his office. She smiled cheekily and fanned herself with the small stack of bills that she'd collected earlier. "Can you believe they were surprised that we all knew," she asked, crossing the room to lean against the edge of his desk.

Hotch rolled his eyes. "They weren't exactly subtle. They're just lucky the entire building didn't figure it out with the way they were mooning over each other."

"Well, not everyone's capable of pulling off a surreptitious romance," Garcia said with a laugh. She leaned down and kissed him, automatically wiping her lipstick off his lips with her thumb as she pulled away. "Are we still on for dinner?" She flapped the money at him again. "It's my treat."

Hotch flashed a rare grin and started to turn off his computer. "Of course. I'll meet you in the parking lot in ten minutes."

In the long run, there are no secrets. ~ Arthur C. Clarke

I love that phase at the beginning of a new relationship where you can't keep your hands off each other. Not necessarily in a sexual way or anything. Just that need for constant contact.

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