A/N: This may be a little OOC, but I really ship Riliel (Riley x Gabriel) already. I hope you guys appreciate this little story, and sorry if it's not the best. This show has quite a lack of fanfics, which is I guess due to it only being a couple episodes in – which also might contribute to me not characterizing these guys perfectly. (*And I'm avoiding writing Gabriel's wife into the plot. We're going to assume he's well over her for this story.*) But, I'm happy with the result. Review if you want! I beg you not to be too harsh. :D It's a one-shot for now, but I might continue it if you like it enough. Tell me your thoughts. Thank you – I appreciate every read.

Rated T for a little bit of romance.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned this show. Or at least its characters. *throws immature fit*

Chapter One - Distractions

Gabriel was starting to regret their close quarters.

Riley had just knocked on his door at 6:30 in the morning and was presently standing in front of him, looking expectant.

"Well Gabriel?" she asked. "C'mon, I know I didn't wake you up, so don't you dare pretend you're tired." She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, hands on hips.

She had asked him to join her on a "morning adventure." Gabriel knew she loved to get up early for her exercise, but ever since an incident at work, she'd been trying to make it up to him. A recent mission had gone badly and had resulted in Gabriel nearly getting kidnapped when Riley wasn't looking. She knew it was her fault, since it was her job to take care of him and make sure nothing bad happed to him. As her protector, she didn't think the mission should've gone down as it did. Gabriel guessed she was still feeling a bit sorry. Riley had been trying hard to make sure he was okay, even if it meant she had to spend even more time with him.

Not that he didn't enjoy it, but he was hoping for some peace after three days of her apologetic attitude. Where was the Riley that loved to mess with him? He wasn't used to her being so nice. He needed his partner back.

"Riley, you know I'm not mad at you, right? I mean I was a little shaken after the mission, but I've handled situations like that millions of times before." He suspected Lillian had come down extra hard on her, and he didn't want to make it worse by encouraging this demur behavior. She needed to know they were good.

Riley had been looking away so he tapped her arm. It was as if she were coming out of a momentary trance when she put a small smile on her face and finally met his eyes. "Okay. I understand," Riley nodded. She searched his eyes just to make sure and found he must have been speaking the truth. She seemed to relax and he saw her shoulders loosen up a bit. They didn't usually talk about their feelings with one another, but both of them felt like maybe they were starting to get somewhere.

She realized then that neither of them had looked away for several moments now, so she added, "But that's not why I was asking you to join me." It was a half-truth, she thought to herself, toying with the edge of her jacket.

But Gabriel caught her tell. "Right," he teased, "Because you're always so eager to spend your mornings with me any other day."

Riley opened her mouth to shoot back a defensive retort, but closed it again once she saw him grinning smugly. She fought back a returning grin. "I swear I'm not pitying you." Her hands flew back to her hips, ready to ease into their regular teasing banter.

"Sure, of course." That damn smirk wouldn't disappear. It stayed right on his face, between those charming dimples, making him look bright as ever in this early morning. She almost did feel bad about the early hour, noticing he'd not yet had time to shave the stubble from his jaw. With a five o'clock shadow on his chiseled features, he at least managed to pull off a more rugged look rather than a homeless one.

"Oh shut it." She answered just a little late. Not that she was having trouble concentrating. Definitely not.

He just laughed and ushered her into his apartment. "Alright, I'll go. Just let me get changed." The way she had been blatantly staring at Gabriel had caught him off guard, but it was ever so intriguing, and dare he say hot. Then it occurred to him that maybe something was wrong with his face – maybe she was staring at the drool he'd felt on his face earlier, or the way his hair was messy, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed (which was almost true; he'd been watching TV in his bedroom before she'd arrived) – but one look in the mirror told him that it couldn't have been anything horrible.

That sounded conceited, he thought to himself. But he was still a little self-conscious just like any other human being. It wasn't as if he cared about how he looked one way or another, so long as he looked, at the very least, decent in front of his partner. He didn't dwell on himself for much longer, and got distracted thinking about her. How was it even fair that she was looking like that at this early an hour? Did she just wake up looking that gorgeous? It was then that his mind derailed on that train of thought, however, because he started thinking about what she looked like rolling out of bed, or even still sleeping, and what it would be like to…Okay, nope. I must be way too tired to be thinking about that, Gabriel concluded.

He returned to the kitchen where she was sitting at the island table. He started to wonder where they were going to run, and asked her as much. She turned her head and said, "Huh? Who said anything about jogging?"

He was standing perpendicular to her, leaning against the kitchen sink and realized she had been wearing a skirt under her jacket, not running shorts. Duh. "I just thought you did your usually morning jog around this time, I don't know." That earned him a questioning look.

"What, do you watch the street camera footage around the block?" She turned her body towards him on her stool, ready to move to give him a punch. He almost flinched. Almost.

"Hey, I like to make sure the building and its surrounding are secure. If I happen to catch you on the cameras, that's not my fault." And maybe I like to make sure you return safely, he kept to himself. And, okay, maybe he could appreciate her athletic form. But that was all.

He didn't move out of the way fast enough to avoid the slap he received. Riley was standing right in front of him now, glare a little less threatening. In fact, she almost looked like she was hiding a smile, but he might've been imagining that. She lowered her voice to say, "That better be all it is." Riley was standing so close he could smell her strawberry-scented shampoo. He really shouldn't have been enjoying this.

To distract himself, he asked where they actually were going. "We were assigned a minor mission this morning. Nelson said we should check out a warehouse in town whose owner is under suspicion for being an illegal arms dealer." She quirked her lips. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Her close proximity was doing strange things to him. By the time she'd finished talking, he noticed her tongue flick out to wet her lips, sliding smoothly across and giving him an ideas about how they'd feel under his. His fingers twitched at the thought. He really was trying to focus, but had a hard time doing that with the way she seemed to be looking right through him. He moved a few steps away to pour them some coffee and decided to ignore her question. "So what does this little 'adventure' entail us doing?"

As it turns out, she was similarly having a tough time focusing as well because she'd noticed his pupils were slowly dilating a minute ago. She tried to rewind what he'd said and quipped, "Maybe you should actually check your phone and find out from Nelson yourself."

"Alright, alright. I was charging it last night and hoping that Cyber Command wouldn't need our brave and valiant services until normal business hours," he returned, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. She smiled at that and let him retrieve his phone.

"Ready when you are, agent." Gabriel said. He grabbed his nice jacket before he left. Nelson had mentioned that the agents would need to be dressed nicely and act like couple out for a stroll while surveilling the building in question. It sounded innocent enough. However, Gabriel couldn't help but think this sort of thing was going to wreak havoc with him, seeing as he was already having a hard time staying focused this morning.

- Outside the Warehouse-

Riley had parked down the street from the building. It was actually in a nicer district and she could see how their cover stories were a bit more believable in this setting. There was a nice park across the street, manicured, mini-gardens lined the sidewalks, and early risers jogging or walking in the morning sunlight. It washed over the two agents in the car, reaching in to warm them. It looked as though it was going to be a beautiful morning, seeing as the temperature was already seventy-five degrees. Exiting the car, Riley decided to shed her jacket.

She turned around as soon as it was in the car to find Gabriel staring again. Not only staring, but almost in a state of disbelief. "Are you okay?" she asked. His heated gaze on her was starting to make her blush and for some reason her breath was hitching.

"You know you might wasn't to make sure you don't swallow any flies." Gabriel closed his mouth then and looked up, almost sheepishly. The corners of her mouth kicked up in a smug grin.

"You um," he cleared his throat, "You look good. That's all. That red dress is really…" Riley couldn't hold back a small chuckle at the way he was acting – so the opposite of his usual confident self. "I've never seen you in a dress, that's all." She took it as a good sign, because she knew what he meant by that. The dress was form-fitting and a little low-cut on top, and the skirt of it was mid-thigh and flowy - He's never seen my legs, she thought.

Gathering himself, Gabriel held out his arm for her to take. As they got closer to the warehouse, he seemed to be dropping her hand, but was sliding it down her arm to take her hand. She'd be lying if she said her goosebumps were from the wind. The soft feel of his fingers tracing down her wrist was an interesting sort of thrill. Her heart momentarily sped up and she had to remember that they were on a mission. They looked at each other at the same time and held their respective gazes. Her eyes accidently flickered down to her lips and he saw his tongue appear reflexively to moisten his lips. She'd never seen his eyes darken like they just had. She had to take a deep breath. Focus.

They were steadily approaching the building. All they had to do was get in, see if they could find any incriminating evidence, and get out. Simple.

"Gabriel," she hissed, "To your right." He tensed and faced the man, ready to play it up as a lovesick puppy.

The man, short but menacing, stopped just before them. In a split second, Gabriel ran his facial recognition system to know everything possible about the man standing in front of them. Paco DeGuiero. Age thirty-eight. Several priors including attempted vehicular manslaughter and involvement in the selling of illegal substances. He didn't seem to be enduring his prison sentence accordingly, and Gabriel pulled up a file with the chip containing an APB for this man. This man, who was currently shouting at them to move away in some Hispanic language that the chip recognized, was worth being put back in jail, Gabriel decided.

"Sorry, we only speak English," Gabriel lied, breaking out a charming smile. "We were just out to breakfast," he insisted. He let go of Riley's hand and grabbed her waist, pulling her tight up against his side. She wasn't ready for this quick action however, and her momentum carried her swinging right into his chest. She was practically two inches from his face and they were sharing the same air. She swallowed and stared at the small distance between them. When Gabriel spoke again, she thought he sounded a bit hoarse, saying to Paco, "It's our anniversary. We're just trying to have a nice walk, so can't you just let us by, please?" As he spoke, he tightened his grip on her waist and could feel the contours of their bodies pressing closer. He was caught off guard when he realized how perfectly they lined up with one another.

Paco seemed to sense how unnecessary his actions were, and stopped yelling at the couple trying to walk around the building and turned his back on them. Riley, who was inches from Gabriel's stubbled chin only a second ago, was now whirring through the air to grab Paco's arm, twist it at an unnatural angle behind his back, and use her other arm to crack down hard on his neck, rendering him unconscious instantly.

"Well that was unexpectedly ...hot." She turned back to him with an incredulous and flustered face. He quickly added, "The way you knocked him out, I mean. That was priceless." Yeah, good cover, she thought sarcastically.

"C'mon, I see an opening we can sneak into." She motioned for him to follow her to the side of the building where the basement doors rested. Riley picked the lock and opened the doors, looking down into the darkness. "You first."

He almost protested, but it wasn't like he was scared. Hell, he'd never been much afraid of the dark. It was just what could be waiting for them in the dark that he had a problem with. He took a deep breath and jumped down through the hole the doors had covered, hoping to land safely. Luckily, the floor was only a small drop away. "Come down, I'll catch you!" he yelled up to his partner.

"Here I come," she warned. She dropped and fell directly into his embrace, arms circled around his shoulders. Her dress was riding up where his hands had caught her. He still had a tight grip on her to keep her steady, warm hands on her upper thighs. Instead of letting go immediately, He let his hands glide upward for a quick moment, but she realized he was pulling her dress back down. He let his fingers trail down her soft skin as they went, making her shiver. Soon she felt his breath on her jaw. "You alright?"

Breathlessly, she answered, "Never better." As he pulled back, his stubble grazed her cheek. If his goal was to make her feel a little crazy under his touch, well then he was doing a great job.

Snapping back to reality when they heard voices, they wandered toward a very faint light.

What they found then was astonishing. The dark shapes that they were making their way around appeared to be crates. Using a flashlight, they could see one was broken. They looked inside to find a small stockpile of weapons. They were somewhat relieved to find that they had been successful in finding evidence, and boy was it good evidence, to prove the presence of an arms dealer. With the amount of boxes all around the room, it was easy to tell that it couldn't all be legal.

Riley searched for her partner's hand in the dark. "I just need to know where you are," she said when he coughed. "Let's get closer to hear what they're saying." The flashlight was turned off and their eyes were adjusting to the darkness.

By the time the voices finished their conversation, the agents knew they had practically a mountain of evidence. All they needed to do was leave the building unseen and report to HQ for back-up. As it turned out, the building was full of potential buyers at the moment (which was just wonderful news for the agency), so the partners were going to need to find their way out the same way they'd come in. By the sound of the dealers' talk on the next level up, they had noticed Paco had gone missing. Gabriel tapped into their cellphones and landlines and decided they needed to leave. Immediately. It was a good thing they'd thought to hide his body in one of the bushy gardens that lined the sidewalk.

Tugging each other's hands, they both ran to the light that the old basement door was providing and looked at each other. Gabriel smirked and said, "Let me give you a lift." At the eye roll he was sure he received along with the smack, he added, "I'll be a gentleman! Besides, we're not gonna last much longer if we keep stalling."

She huffed and warned, "You better be a gentlemen. I'll cut off your favorite appendage if you're anything less than gentlemanly." Somehow, it lacked her normal conviction. But, the voices downstairs were growing louder and the commotion allowed him to grab her by the waist and hoist her up towards the opening.

She palmed the outside of the door and grabbed a secure hold. Gabriel's hand slid off her waist to give her feet an extra push. Once she was out, she bent back over to give him a hand. Both a little out of breath, they closed the doors and raced to the other side of the street.

Attempting normalcy so as not to look suspicious, Riley grabbed his hand again and they slowed to a walk. No one had made it out of the building yet or found Paco handcuffed to a parking meter in the bushes. "Boy that was close," Gabriel laughed. His adrenaline was pumping through his veins.

"Too close." Riley was flushed from the same rush and she laughed along with him. He pulled her against his waist again, more softly this time. He had to admit he was feeling a different kind of thrill along with the excitement of their escape.

Slowing to a stop, Gabriel suddenly ducked his head in and was moving his lips closer to her face, enjoying the way she caught his look in his eye and gasped. He loved teasing her, though.

"They're watching." He stopped short and moved his lips to the side of her cheek dangerously close to the side of her mouth. Glancing up to her eyes, he motioned towards the building they'd just run from so she'd see a few frantic men looking around suspiciously. She stole a peek at the guardsmen out of the corner of eye, not daring to move further than a quick turn of the head. They were far enough away to be safe from the red-faced men whose veins were popping out of their foreheads. Riley turned her head back to him, noses brushing and an inch of air between them.

"We got 'em good and riled up. We better gather the troops before dealers get too scared and skip town," Gabriel whispered. Neither of them made to move. That is, excepting of course, when Gabriel leaned forward and touched his lips to a spot on the corner of her mouth.

The light touch sent a shock throughout her, and she let out an involuntary gasp. It didn't escape his notice though, so he let his soft lips linger just a little longer on her warm skin.

"Are they still looking?" he asked quietly against her cheek, and then he moved back an inch. Riley knew he was teasing her but couldn't bring herself to stop it. He was indeed charming and used it to his advantage. The smug bastard. At this moment, however, he wasn't looking smug; rather, he looked intense.

Intense and heated.

She went along with the act though, and glanced back to see the guardsmen starting to notice them. "Yeah," she answered. "I think we've been made. Let's hurry." But when she turned back to him, he had moved impossibly closer, near centimeters from her face.

She was taken off-guard by the way his mouth suddenly attached itself to hers. She momentarily lost her balance but was caught when his arms wrapped around her waist, settling on her lower back. She fell slowly into the kiss, arms wrapped around him as she steadied her mouth under his. He briefly reached up to tilt her jaw at an angle and moaned at the unexpectedly sweet taste of her lips. Both agents were startled to find how tender the feeling of each other's lips were. With every passing second and the longer the they held each other, it was feeling less and less like they were doing this to divert the arms dealers' attention. Gabriel sucked her lower lip between his for a moment, and in releasing it to meet her fully again, felt her smile against his mouth.

She teased him by slipping her tongue into his mouth, bringing a hand up to intertwine in his hair. That must have done something to him, because he only tightened his grip. While their tongues kept wrestling for dominance, he dragged his hand agonizingly up her spine, making her shudder with pleasure. Two could play at this game.

She felt herself being walked backwards and her back hit some surface. She could've cared less what it was as she was too absorbed in their fervent competition. All she knew was that her partner was kissing her senseless, not only to distract the guard, but to try and rattle her composure. He continued a tortuous trail of open-mouthed kisses down her jawline, probably testing to see how far Riley would go to compete with him. She was supposed to be paying attention to the men getting ever closer, not focusing on the way his mouth was making its way down her neck with a surprising tenderness. "Gabriel," she whispered hoarsely. That brought up his attention back to her darkened eyes.

Gabriel found himself at a total loss of words at the sound of her voice laced heavy with arousal. He couldn't stop himself from pressing one more kiss against her swollen lips. If she hadn't been blushing before, she surely was now. When she opened her eyes again, she found him breathing just as hard as she was. She looked over towards the retreating men, who must have decided the couple wasn't worth their time. "I…I think they're going away," she stuttered. She wiped her fingers over her still-tingling lips. A small part of her was desperately wishing he'd continue his thorough exploration of her mouth.

Neither really wanted to leave the embrace, but they knew time was of the essence on this case. Besides, an undercover kiss shouldn't have mattered that much. Nope. No real feelings involved there. Not at all.

They were just a little caught up in their own competition.

At least, that's what the agents both told themselves in order to feel like professionals again as they made their way to the car. Not that the self-given advice was working – far from it. For Riley, the further she tried to distract her own mind from the kiss, the more she thought about it. Gabriel (who was having the same problem) got in the black SUV and pushed away his train of thought into a file at the back of his mind. He couldn't wait to relive that moment again later. And again. Just as he was about to berate himself for not staying on point again, his phone rang and he answered to hear Nelson on the other line.

The agents considered it a successful morning. They had infiltrated an arms dealer's base, discovered enough evidence to prosecute everyone in the building, and got an intense make-out session out of it. Gabriel alerted Nelson of their success (aside from the face-sucking) and they made their way back to work.

They were looking out the windows of the car, barely glancing at one another in a sort of uncomfortable silence. It looked like neither of them were about to discuss what happened. In an effort to ease the tension, Gabriel attempted small talk.

Just to be sure, he asked her once more, "You alright?"

And again she grinned, "Never better."

A/N: Okay so I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'm a new writer and I'm not sure how great I am, so please leave a review if you'd like. I got a little inspiration from Castle and the Mortal Instruments. I don't own the rights to these stories or their characters!

Also, tell me if you think I should continue the story, and I'll consider it. It was fun to write. Thanks lovelies! Hope you found it to your liking.