Aka @mentallyillfreak ! !
╰┈➤ He thought he was slick. Even though Sam had a charm to him in the moment, there was no way he was getting past an actual FBI Agent. You. It’s not the most romantic place to meet anyway— the morgue— holding his badge out with the very believable name of Agent McLovin as if your observational skills wouldn’t pick up on something so ridiculous. A pair of handcuffs, two days, and a paid bail later, he had returned to apologize in the same puppyish manner he’d presented himself the last time you saw him. You thought he was dangerous. A fraud. Shocked that Sam could even think you'd forgive interrupting important business. It's just as crazy how things move so quickly when your lips make contact with his.
╰┈➤ Despite his fake identity, he’s proven to be far more useful on investigations. You know part of the reason he’s so cooperative is because he’s got a thing for you. It’s slow, and after having you bail him, it’s a struggle to get all the words out without sounding like an asshole. But you entertain it nonetheless. Countless hours are spent on the floor of your office, files scattered every which way and empty cups of coffee used as paperweights. Sam's smart. Smarter than he presented himself on the day he flashed his badge at you....and you liked it. You have a knack for this sort of thing and you've been looking for someone to carry out investigations from a fresh perspective. Every so often Sam would say something flirty to test the waters. Damn his charm.
╰┈➤ You’re in love with each other. Call it an office romance, whatever it is, but it’s hard to hide anymore. Every time you crane your neck to look up at Sam, he’s there ready to ask what you need. He’d sit with you as you work, listening to musical soundtracks with you, hands gently rubbing your shoulders and reading your papers. It’s his way of saying ‘I’m here. Do whatever you want, say whatever you want, but I’m not leaving’. He doesn't even let you question his commitment. It's just...there.
╰┈➤ Outside of work, you’ve become the ultimate item. Feeling a bit like Mulder and Scully without the aliens (for the most part), investigations slowly becoming a secondary activity the longer you have him around. Dinner with him, even if it's a greasy pizza eaten in rumpled work outfits, is the most romantic thing in the world. He's just got to break through the rough front you have to put up as a woman in a dangerous career, by your side so long as he goes by a little more...formal of a fake name.
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