Are You Profiling Me?

-28-

The week went by quickly and then it rapidly turned into a month. Derek hadn't brought up what you had told him but you knew he was watching you constantly. He wanted it to be on your terms. You also knew that he had to be looking into the situation himself. Maybe you didn't have to tell everyone. Just you, Derek, and Garcia...maybe Hotch. Speaking of.

"Hi." You smiled and put your arms around his neck giving him a lazy kiss.

"Hi, baby. I've missed you." He rested his hand on your hips. You melted when he called you that. So unlike Hotch. "You know, we have at least forty five minutes before everyone else gets here." He was smiling against your lips.

"Oh. Is that so?" You slid your hands down to his chest. Before you could see where this was going there was a knock at the door. You groaned and put your head on his chest.

"I'll get it. Why don't you go set up?" He said. You walked to the kitchen and grabbed glasses for the team. Hotch noticed Morgan's bags on the floor in your bedroom. He didn't know Morgan was staying there. You had only been spending the night at his place, never yours. Hotch opened the door and it was Emily.

"Well hello, bossman." You could hear Emily's voice.

The laughter and chatter around the table have been flowing easily for hours, but suddenly, the mood shifts when Derek leans back in his chair with that familiar smirk on his face, the one that always precedes trouble.

He's been unusually quiet for the past few minutes, and now he's got this look like he's about to drop a bomb. Everyone's attention shifts to him, curious.

"Alright, Danielle," Derek says, folding his arms with an exaggerated sigh. "We need to talk about it."

You blink, startled, glancing at him. "Talk about what?"

A wicked grin spreads across Derek's face. "You know what. The thing."

The room grows quiet, as the rest of the team looks back and forth between you two, clearly trying to figure out what's going on. Hotch, ever the steady one, raises an eyebrow and shoots you a quick glance, but says nothing. Emily leans in, intrigued, and even Reid puts down his fork, sensing that something is brewing.

You, on the other hand, are doing your best to look completely innocent, but it's not working. Your eyes are darting around the table, trying to avoid Derek's knowing stare. "Derek, we've been through this," you begin, your voice slightly defensive. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Oh, there's something to talk about," Derek says, his tone thick with mock seriousness. "It's just that you don't want to admit it."

Garcia's eyes widen, her curiosity piqued. "Wait a second... what's going on? Why are you two acting like this is a secret?"

"Because it is a secret," Derek replies smugly, clearly enjoying the confusion he's stirring up.

"Ugh, no it's not," you groan, rolling your eyes as you cross your arms. "It's just something that happened ages ago, and it's stupid. We agreed we weren't going to talk about it, Derek. That was the deal."

Derek's grin widens even more. "Well, you agreed, but I never said I'd keep quiet about it forever."

"Derek, I swear to God," you mutter under your breath, not really angry but more embarrassed. You glance around at the team, who's clearly trying not to burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all.

"So," Rossi pipes up, breaking the silence, "What exactly is this thing?"

You and Derek exchange a look—one that's way too familiar. It's the kind of look two people exchange when they've both been caught doing something they know they shouldn't have, but neither wants to give up their secret first.