It's not because they're together now, that they can't have chemistry. Here's my first try at a fanfic, let me know what you think please. More chapters coming soon.


He looks at her. She smiles. Her eyes smile. All the time. All the time when they look at him, her eyes are smiling. How can he not notice something like that. He swallows and looks down. He has to look at something else than her. Something different. Something that doesn't look as beautiful as she does now, in this dress, with those eyes looking at him. Full of love.

He nervously touches his glass, as if that would help. He tries to think about ugly things, disgusting things, murders! Yeah, murders should do. Bloody, ugly, messy murders. Oh, how he loves solving them with her. Ok, back to square one. Back to her. Speaking of back. Her back looks amazing in that dress. So free and naked. He wants to touch it but he can't. A little smile surrounds his lips realizing that the last sentence captures their whole relationship.

She smiles. Realizing what it does to him, realizing she's making him crazy. He's making her crazy. Looking so damn handsome in his tuxedo. She smiles again, thinking of how he would correct her to 'ruggedly handsome' if he knew. She doesn't really know if this is torture or fun. It sure feels like hell to be so close yet so far away. He's standing before her and looking nervous. She just wants to pull him closer, kiss the doubt out of his eyes. But she can't touch him. She just can't touch him.

She touches her hair instead. Stroking her curls behind her ears. She needs to focus on something. Pick something. Anything will do. Ok: focusing on his fingers touching his glass. No, this is not the time to look at his fingers touching things. She doesn't know how much longer she can take this. How much longer she wants to.

"Suspect is in the building, I repeat, suspect is in the building."

Relief. Pure relief. Gates screaming in both of their ears feels like relief. Never thought that would happen. It releases the tension slumbering between them. For now. Their gaze meets for a second. Really short. They both know they were thinking the same thing. This undercover thing brings back memories. They just can't believe they kept up their walls for so long.

"Got it, sir. On our way."

They stand up. Discrete. Head to the elevator. If they weren't wired and there weren't security camera's in the elevator then.. Focus. They have to focus. The suspect is in the building. The sooner they catch the guy, the sooner they can. Oh, thinking of it definitely makes it worse. Makes the desire burn even more. Focus. They have to focus.