2008

It was a ridiculous idea; giving the writers the incentive to conjure up an undercover episode in which they granted just a bit too much leeway towards Matthew — courtesy of a hefty rambling loaded with a plethora of twists and turns, outcomes and an ending that he was certain viewers would lap up. He was applauded and welcomed to craft the script alongside the other designated writers.

Notorious for going overboard, he spewed an excessive and unnecessary amount of content, something a filmmaker might so desire but far too much to place in a 45 minute TV episode. A request for a two part episode was promptly shut down claiming the UnSub "wasn’t vile enough" to take up two episodes.

Phenomenal decoy, blinding and misdirecting the writer from the real reason he begged for his notion to be configured into the screen. Nothing in his mind regarded the UnSub, or anything of great value. It was just about you.

Perhaps he should feel the weight of guilt bearing on his shoulders, coercing his way to you, though it sounds of malicious intent when displayed like that.

He’d been on your tail since your introduction to the show; originally procured to be JJ’s temporary substitute while the actress remained on maternal absence but he grew fond far too easily. Fondness dissipated and he reluctantly acquiesced to the prospect of having feelings. Simple man, simple wants. Who could blame him?

Shockingly steady hand secured around your waist, curling against the fabric of your dress. Yes, what a cheesy and overdone trope on his part; two undercover agents simulating and fabricating a supposedly real relationship, even deeper into a cliche considering the fancy set he wrote it in.

And, as the scene always progresses, there’s the fret of being caught. An unlikely couple crowded in a corner constantly surveying the rally? Easy to pick out amongst a flock, very obvious misplaced which sparks Person A and B to prove legitimacy.

"He’s looking over here. Think he noticed us," Matthew spoke as Spencer, script slowly dissolving from his mind as the prospect of your lips on his drew towards reality. In a feigned Spencer-esque manner, Matthew coaxed you to face him better. "Trust me," he whispered and before he could permit your character to speak, his lips connected with yours.

White pages of the script cut at the back of his mind, scolding him into remembering the word ‘quickly’ written regarding the kiss, but the thought was vacant from the forefront of his mind, allowing him to bask in the tender press of your lips against his.

His hand raised to cup your jaw, marveling over the delicate expanse he’d dreamt of holding. He descended back into reality with a harsh shout of ‘cut’ from the director, reluctantly breaking from the sweet taste of your lips.