Something Only We Know

A/N: This is fluff, pure and simple, but I had fun writing it. A pairing that I came across and really liked. No, I have not given up McWeir--just trying something new. I am an equal opportunity shipper. Nothing obvious, but y'all are smart; you'll figure it out.

It started out innocently enough–eating together in the commissary on occasion. Nothing out of the ordinary really, but there was something there, something special. Elizabeth noticed it first. The sound of his voice made her smile; the sight of those dimples of his made her heart flutter pleasantly.

Normally, she would've acted on her feelings sooner–she wasn't the sort to let the tension just smolder without acting on it. But amid such a small population, she was cautious. Wary, even. If things went bad...well, they crossed paths a lot. Besides, she didn't think that doctor - patient confidentiality stretched that far.

But then he started stopping by her office just to chat, and inviting her to dinner, and whipping out his own private stash of real shortbread because he knew it was one of her favorite treats. And then there was that smile that he reserved just for her...

It started out simply enough–hand-holding in the back of the room on movie night; fleeting kisses on the way to briefings; not-so-fleeting kisses in abandoned corridors.

They told no one, preferring to keep their private lives private. She knew the day would come–probably sooner rather than later–when they would have to tell their friends. But until then, she reveled in the intimacy that their secret provided. It was something that was theirs and no one else's. And in an existence that was as complicated as theirs...well, simplicity was golden.