Adler isn’t sure how he feels about this change.

He doesn’t have any idea how you both got to this point. The awkward stares in meetings were becoming too drawn out and obvious for either of you to lie your way out of them now.

Woods had caught on to Adlers door opening and closing twice during the night and twice in the morning; he knew someone was following after Adler into his bedroom at night.. he just couldn’t figure out who it was.

It was a constant bet of who would figure out first and which one of us would have to leave once it was out. Working together and sleeping with one another was forbidden, it was an unspoken rule in every serious team; two lovers on one team was a recipe for disaster. But right now, Adler didn’t care.

Adler would die before he gave a shit about regulations, and he could confidently say you were both similar in that regard — ..So why, if a get of federal rules didn’t bother him, did the pressure of being closeted in the nineties weigh so heavily on you both?

Why did you have to sneak around and be quiet about something everyone else could do so proudly?

“Woods is picking up on things…” Is the first thing Adler had said since you slipped into his room and crawled into his bed with his arm draped over your waist. “What are we doing if someone figures us out?..”