A/N. Don't you love it when I post fics like this that're already updated? Yeah, me, too. Now for the Hate section of the program. Don't worry, it's all good in the end. Trust me.

Ihate the way he always knows just whatI'm thinking, as if he can readmy thoughts.

I hate the way that I'll catch him watching me, pensive, thoughtful, and the way that his eyes always flick away when I try to subsequently meet his gaze.

I hate the look that he gets in his eye when he knows something about the case that no one else does, a far-away expression that heralds the impeding arrival of an avalanche of information.

And I hate, I absolutely hate the way he'll put his hand at the small of my back to lead me through a crowd, or the way he'll let his fingers brush against mine when he passes me something asinine and dull, like coffee or paperwork that's weeks overdue and only half finished. I hate the way he'll lay a hand on my shoulder, as if he needs to steady me. Buddy, get your mitts off of me, or God, help me, I'll take them off of me, and I won't do it gently. I hate the touchy-feely games he plays, and the way that he'll do it so subtly that it's not obvious to anyone but me.

Aw, who'm I kidding?

I love that way that he knows what I'm thinking, that he's so in tune with me that we can almost finish each other's sentences. I love when he stares at me: it makes me feel beautiful, not that I would ever tell him that, and I love that look in his eye, because it's earnest and helpful and without a trace of smugness, because he would never, ever want to make her feel inferior. I love the way that he finds excuses to touch me, because there's nothing that I like better than to meet his eyes and find him smiling at me, and because he would never do anything lewd or inappropriate, because he's a gentleman and all of the contact is chaste and sweet.

So there's almost nothing about Robert Goren that I don't love. There's only one thing that I hate.

I hate that I think that I'm in love with him. And, really, if you want to know a secret…

I don't even really hate that.