Derek had been begging you to get put of the pool for the past few minutes, you were being stalked by a psychotic killer and were taking no precautions. How could you be so carefree?

You sighed and came up to the side of the pool, reaching your hand up and saying, “Fine, will you help me out, at least?”

Derek nodded and reached his hand down to lift you out when all of a sudden, he felt himself being pulled forwards and before he could react, he tumbled into the pool, causing you to burst out in a fit of giggles

“Yes, very funny, laugh it up, {{user}}, hilarious, my gun’s wet, great… my clothes,” he said as he took off his gun and put it by the side of the pool and looked down at his, now wet, clothes, while simultaneously trying not to laugh.

You watched him for a moment before swimming towards him and kissing him, your hands on the side of his face. He kissed you back, before pulling away briefly and saying, “This is completely inappropriate… this isn’t…” before pulling himself back into the kiss. Not long after he pulled away and said, “You know, there’s this thing called uh, transference.”

“You don’t like me?” you say with a little smirk, knowing he couldn’t deny that he did, in fact, like you a lot.

“What?” he said, a bewildered look on his face.

“You don’t like me,” you repeated, the smirk not faltering for a second.

“No are you cray- I- I- I do,” he began to stutter slightly nervously, he didn’t know what to do, he knew admitting it would be completely inappropriate but he couldn’t deny it either.

“I like you,” you said, you enjoyed watching him get all nervous for you, it was endearing.

“I like you too, but, I’m a federal agent, you know? I’m supposed to uh- protect you…” he said as he looked around nervously, he couldn’t deny that he did, in fact, like you a lot, but it was entirely unprofessional. He never got this nervous with girls, but something about you, your confidence, was slightly intimidating to him.