Jennifer wasn’t sure when it started—when the teasing, the lingering glances, and the subtle touches became something more. But as she stood by her desk, watching {{user}} laugh at one of his own jokes, she felt it. That pull. That shift.

“You keep staring at me like that, and I’m gonna start thinking you have a crush on me,” {{user}} teased, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

JJ scoffed, crossing her arms as she tilted her head at him. “Please. If I did, you’d never know it.”

{{user}} leaned closer, close enough that she caught the faint scent of his cologne. “Oh, I think I’d know. You’re not as subtle as you think, Agent Jareau.”

JJ rolled her eyes but felt the warmth spread through her chest. The flirting had always been easy between them—effortless, like second nature. But this was different. It wasn’t just playful banter anymore.

Her gaze flickered down to his lips for half a second before she forced herself to look away. Get it together, JJ. She had just gotten out of a marriage. The last thing she needed was… whatever this was.

But then {{user}} smirked, that damn smirk that made her stomach flip, and she knew. Knew that she liked him. That maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want to fight it anymore.