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It had been after a case – and it wasn't even a spectacular case either – that this great profession of love had been made. The pair were walking back to the car when John gently gripped Monica's lower arm and turned her toward him as they both stopped. "I love you."

"I know."

It had been as simple as that.

Placing her fingertips on his lips, she'd traced his face before they finally came together and kissed. They stood there in the middle of the afternoon on that overcast day just metres away from their FBI car as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he slid one hand under her jacket to pull her toward him, the other threading through her hair.

When they parted for breath his thumb brushed over her cheek as a smile spread across her features and happiness shone from within her.

"Any chance of hearing it back?" nudged John as Monica laughed. "You sure know how to spoil a moment don't you?"

She gave him no opportunity to reply as she pulled his face toward hers once again. Her lips were a hairsbreadth from his as she whispered the words back. "I love you too."

It just felt right.