I Love You
Summary: John and Sam are secretly dating.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Profiler characters; I'm just using them for my story.
Rating: PG-13
Pair: John and Sam
Chapter 1
When Sam stepped off the elevator, she looked around, but she didn't find who she was looking for.
"Where is he?" she whispered.
"Where's who, Sam?" Bailey asked.
"John. Have you seen him?"
"Not since we got back from Charleston."
"If you see him, tell him to come by my office."
"Sure thing." Bailey said.
Sam felt two arms slide around her waist, when she entered her office.
"hey." John whispered in her ear.
"Where did you disappear to?" Sam asked as she turned to face him.
"I had to see Grace about something."
"Anything I should know about?"
"It's nothing." John said as he took her hand and led her to the couch.
"John." She warned.
John sighed. "I have a slight cold, I wanted to know if if she had anything to get rid of it."
"That's it?" she questioned.
"That's it." He said, pulling her onto his lap.
"How about a nice, romantic dinner at that new restaurant?" he suggested.
"I have a better idea." Sam said. "Chloe's going to a sleepover, so how about a nice quiet, romantic dinner at my place."
"I love the way you think." John said.
"Thank you, Agent Grant."
John started kissing Sam's neck when they heard the doorknob rattle.
"Sammy, honey, I'm back." Nick Cooper said, walking through the door.
"We could see that." John whispered.
"Shh." Sam whispered back.
Coop looked at Sam, then at John and then back to Sam, again.
"Why are you two sitting in here, with the door closed?"
"When did you get back?" Sam asked, changing the subject.
"Today." Coop said, looking at John, again. He didn't like the idea of Sam and John, together, alone.
"Will John Grant please report to the Command Center."
John didn't want to leave, but he knew Sam could handle Coop.
"I better go. I'll talk to you later, Sam."
Sam watched John walk out the door. She didn't want him to leave, but she knew he had to.
"You never answered my question, Sammy. Why were you and Grant, in your office, alone?"
"That's none of your business."
"I believe I have the right to know."
Sam couldn't believe what Coop was saying. How dare he even think that.
"How dare you! You left to take that job, in Memphis. You don't have the right, to know anything about me."
"Calm down Sam. I know we can work this out. We'll go to dinner, tonight, and talk about us."
"I have plans." Sam said, walking out the door.