A/N: Thank you to Somebody's MissBehaving Angel for the last minute beta. This fic was written for a challenge on livejournal for the prompt: Everyone knows they're a couple, right? So why are they the last to know?

It was sweltering. Colby wasn't sure who's idea it was to schedule the FBI family picnic on the hottest day of the year, but he was torn between cursing and praising them. Cursing, because he was almost drenched in his own sweat and praising, because there were several attractive women stripped down to the bare essentials and Colby was quite enjoying the view.

He wanted to do more than enjoy the view however, and it seemed as though a large concentration of the single women had gathered around the pool. He stripped his shirt and made his way over. He figured he might swim a few laps before joining them. He wasn't above showing off his own body for a little attention. However, as he made his way past, he heard a comment that made him pause.

"You know… I never quite understood the appeal of Jell-O wrestling, until this very moment."

"Mmhmm."

"If that's what Violent Crimes is like, sign me up."

Colby stopped short and followed their line of sight, groaning when he saw what had apparently captured the imaginations of all the single women present.

"Oh. Oh, now this is getting ridiculous," he mumbled to himself.

Apparently, Colby wasn't the only one who thought the pool looked like the best alternative for the afternoon. Don and Ian had beaten him to the proverbial punch. Unlike him though, he was fairly certain they had no designs on the women staring at them.

No, they seemed rather focused on each other.

Ian had an arm slung around Don's neck and his fingers were threaded through Don's hair. Don was jerking against him, hands scrambling across Ian's chest and back, trying to find a place to grip. Their movements were making waves spread across the entire pool, distorting the lower halves of their bodies. Colby couldn't quite tell what was going on beneath the surface of the water.

Not that he really wanted to know.

Suddenly, Don ducked down and Colby watched as he managed to twist out of Ian's hold and shove the other man's head underwater, crowing in victory.

A dunk contest, Colby belatedly realized. At least, that's what it would have been if Don and Ian were ten-year-old boys. Since they were not, it had a decidedly different - read erotic - connotation. Colby just wished he could somehow convince his oblivious boss of that fact.

"Megan!" Colby heard a voice from the crowd of women shout. He scanned the crowd and spotted his bewildered coworker, who was currently being pounced on by several of the spectators.

"Reeves, isn't that your partner?" a blonde agent questioned.

A woman Colby recognized from the computer crimes division piped up next. "Any openings on your team?"

"How'd you luck out?" This from a leggy redhead Colby'd been eying.

"Ever see the two of them in action?"

The last comment was from an unfamiliar brunette and said in a lascivious, objectifying tone that had Megan rolling her eyes and looking more than a little put out. Colby rolled his own eyes and pushed past a few of the women to make his way to her. He knew Megan had little patience for these kind of harpies.

Her eyes shone with relief upon spotting him. "Colby. Thank goodness."

Colby grinned and reached for her arm, pulling her away from the crowd. He knew full well that if he left Megan alone with these women long enough, the only thing they'd get out of her was a practical demonstration of her Krav Maga skills. "C'mon. I challenge you to a burger eating contest."

"You're on," Megan replied with a smirk, shrugging off the inquisitive women.

They headed over to the grill and found David flipping burgers.

"Hey, I thought you were scoping out the prospects poolside." David commented, nodding at Colby's approach.

Megan snorted. "Granger would need a miracle to get noticed by that crowd."

"Ouch. That's harsh." David said while sliding burgers onto plates for them.

"Nah. She's just being honest." Colby replied. He elaborated at David's look. "Don and Ian are making a spectacle of themselves."

David raised a brow and reached for his beer. "Oh?"

"They're half naked, wet, and touching each other." Megan said flatly, causing David to aspirate the swig of beer he took.

"Don't say things like that!" he admonished, as soon as he was able to breathe again.

Megan flashed an innocent look. "What? It's true."

David grimaced. "Still. Don't say things like that. It's hard enough taking Don seriously on the days he wears jeans in the office, without having comments like that floating around in my head."

"Yeah… You know, we've really got to do something about the two of them." Colby said, through a big bite of his burger. "This is getting embarrassing."

"Care to make it interesting?" David asked with a mischievous grin.

Colby grinned back. "What do you have in mind?"

"A bet." David said. "Whoever gets them to admit they want to jump each other wins."

Megan smirked. "Oh, I'll take that bet."

Colby hesitated for a split second. "What are the terms? Or are we just going for bragging rights?"

"How about a pool? Twenty-dollar buy in, winner takes all." Megan said.

David's eyebrows rose. "Clearly you've put some thought into this."

"What can I say? Those two closet cases are like a profiler's wet dream." Megan said.

Colby cringed and stuttered. "Okay, if David can't hear about Don half naked and wet, then I definitely can't hear about you and wet dreams."

Megan laughed. "Fair enough. So, are you in?"

Colby glanced over at David, who was already digging through his wallet and pulling out a crisp twenty. Colby sighed and reached for his own, wondering to himself what the hell he was getting into.