A/N – Well this story was intended to be a one shot fic, but I realised that with the amount of fluffy stories I could come up with between Matt and Emily it would make sense to have a collection of one shots that loosely follow each other. Let me know if you think this was a good idea, hope you like the story!

Truths Already Known

"Truth or dare?"

"Excuse me?"

"Truth or dare," he sounded out slowly, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.

"I know the game, Matt," she replied in a slightly annoyed tone, "but why are you asking me to play it? Seeing as, ya know, we're not 13."

Matt sighed, "Look, I don't know about you, but this movie is actually starting to piss me off. I just feel like punching the two of them, most of what they're doing is completely wrong! Besides, why do we, being the hostage negotiators that we are, have to watch a movie where two actors, who aren't even attractive, might I add, attempt to do our job?"

Emily also sighed, before switching off the television and turning around on the couch so that she was facing her partner, her legs curled under her. "Fine, truth."

Matt smiled, "Aw, you're no fun," he teased, laughing slightly as she playfully glared at him.

"Honey, everything you could dare me to do, which knowing you would be something involving the two of us and some sort of questionable sexual activity, we've already done," Emily told him, lowering her voice at the end of the sentence as if other people would hear them.

"You don't have to speak quietly, I don't think anyone from the squad is hiding in one of the rooms of my house," Matt told Emily, clearly amused.

"Yeah, well better safe than sorry. I, unlike others I know, don't feel the need to share what we do or do not do with the entire world," Emily said with a teasing 'yeah that's right' smile.

Matt rolled his eyes, smiling when Emily rose her eyebrows in annoyance. "Babe, once again, I'm sorry. And it wasn't the whole world, it was only like, three quarters of it," he joked, laughing when he saw her lips twitch in amusement as she tried to suppress her smile.

Emily moved closer on the couch, kissing her boyfriend and partner on the lips before climbing onto his lap. "Are you gonna ask me a question or not?"

"Okay, let's start with an easy one," Matt told her, wrapping his arms tightly around his girlfriend's waist. "What's my best feature?" he asked with a sneaky smile.

Emily laughed lightly, "Hmm… I would hardly call that an easy question, but I'd have to say… your ass," she replied, matching Matt's previous grin and laughing as he feigned shock.

"Why Emily, I never thought you'd be so superficial!" He told her playfully, holding his hand over his heart with a wounded expression.

"Oh please, you love it," Emily told him, removing his hand from his chest and entwining it with her own. "But I was only joking, although I do love your ass. I think my favourite feature of yours is your smile, you have a gorgeous smile, and very pretty eyes."

"I do not have pretty eyes," Matt told her, smiling as Emily giggled. "Pretty isn't masculine, pretty is for girls!" he told her indignantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You have very handsome eyes," she told him, rolling her eyes as she put her hands up in surrender.

"Damn right," he muttered, smiling to let Emily know that he was just messing with her, receiving yet another eye-roll in return. He grinned, "Your turn."

"Hmmm okay, another easy one. Lia was talking to me ages ago about how Duff told you to 'keep your bitch in line'," she started, using air quotes around Duff's part of the conversation. "It upset her since she's interested in him and all. She also said that Frank was telling people about how you placed your gun on the table and went to attack Duff," she said with a smirk.

"Where's the question part of this conversation?" Matt asked.

"I'm getting there, patience is a virtue honey!" she told her boyfriend with a smile, squeezing his leg gently. "Anyway, I just wanted to know why you did that. I mean, we weren't official, and at that time it was only sex between us."

"Babe, I think you know as well as I do that it was never just sex between us," Matt told her in an obvious tone, kissing Emily on the cheek as she blushed.

"Well, it was supposed to look that way to everyone else," Emily stated quietly, picking at a loose thread on the bottom of her purple tank top.

Matt smiled at her as he pulled her closer to his chest and began to stroke her hair. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He asked her, unable to keep his thoughts about her to himself as he looked into the eyes of the one he loved.

"Don't change the subject," she told him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burying her face into his chest in attempt to hide the ever-increasing shade of pink covering her cheeks.

Matt laughed, "I don't really know to be honest. You're my girl. He shouldn't have talked about you that way."

Emily grinned broadly, "I'm your girl?" she asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear it from him.

"Of course you're my girl, you'll always be my girl," he told her seriously as he kissed the crown of her head, wanting Emily to know how much he really did love her.

"Always?" she asked, in what he thought, or at least wished, was a hopeful tone.

"Unless you have something else in mind that would stop that from happening?" Matt asked, his voice slightly wavering as the thought of Emily breaking up with him made his way into his mind.

Emily shook her head slowly, "I wouldn't dream of anything else. You're stuck with me," she replied with a smile.

"Good," he replied, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips. "Now, I believe it's my turn. Okay, the other night, I told you that I think I started to fall in love with you the day I met you. When did you start to fall in love with me?"

"Aww Matt, you're going all soft on me," Emily said, grinning as she moved her arms from around his waist to wrap them loosely around his neck.

He kissed her quickly, "Answer the question."

"I think it was the day I met you too. I mean, don't get me wrong, you we're infuriating at times, but I always felt attracted to you, and even in our early days there were glimpses of the Matt I know and love," she replied, running a hand through his jet black hair.

"It's your turn again," Matt told Emily with a soft nudge.

"Right. Actually, there's something I've been wondering for awhile, I just didn't really want to ask you, I mean, I didn't want to come across as being controlling or possessive or jealous or insecure or-"

"Honey," he interrupted her, smiling at the sight of his girlfriend babbling away, a nervous habit of hers that only seemed to be present around him. "You're babbling again, what did you wanna ask me?"

Emily took a deep breath, "When Anya asked you out, why did you tell her that you couldn't go out with her because of a bureau thing? Why didn't you just say you had a girlfriend?"

"That's two questions," Matt told her with a stoic expression, before smiling sheepishly at the 'not funny' look Emily threw his way. "Sorry. I don't know why I didn't just tell her I had a girlfriend. I'd never introduced you to anyone as my girlfriend before, and the girl was still pretty messed up over the whole hostage ordeal, I guess I just didn't want to upset her. The 'bureau' excuse was my way of telling her that I couldn't go out with her, without telling her that you were the bureau thing. Am I making any sense?" Matt asked her, looking slightly confused at his own explanation.

Emily smiled, "Yeah, I thought it would be something like that, I guess I just needed to hear it from you."

Matt smiled, "Oh, it's my turn again," he said with a mischievous grin, stroking his chin as he pretended to be deep in thought. He grinned when Emily hit him gently on the arm. "Okay, a couple weeks ago I noticed Mathers kinda smiling at me and you whenever she saw us, what was up with that?"

A soft shade of pink quickly made its way across Emily's cheeks. "Umm… that was after I had told her about the first time you told me you loved me," she said shyly, looking away from Matt.

"Awwww," Matt said with a grin, causing Emily's blush to deepen as she heard the laughter in his voice.

He chuckled quietly, "Stop laughing at me!" she told him, jabbing him gently in ribs with her elbow.

Matt stopped laughing, but the grin remained firmly on his face. "Come here," he said, pulling her towards him without giving her a chance to respond. "That was a great day."

Emily smiled in content as she moved deeper into her boyfriend's arms. "Yeah, it really was."

A/N – I know the ending isn't that great, but eh :P Hope you all liked this chapter, please give me a review, I love em! And what's with this waiting till March for the second season of standoff crap?! Not cool! Lol oh, and if you were wondering about the title I thought I'd call it 'Truths Already Known,' because I think deep down Matt and Emily already knew the answers… at least in my fics :P