Mr. Congeniality

OKAY, FOR THE RECORD, harriet_vane IS A DIRTY ENABLER.

So she writes Harlequin fic which is adorable and awesome, and then I say that bandom needs it's own version of harlequin_sga, and THEN I start babbling about my favorite Harlequin-ish short story about these two FBI agents who hate each other but secretly want to fuck each other senseless.

Ugh, it would be SO AMAZING, because Jon is just so nice and sweet and he's always flirting with the girls on their undercover assignments, and Spencer seriously just wants to punch him in the face if he smiles like that one more time to one of the other agents, because they are on fucking assignment, and...and he really, really hates the fact that Jon can fill out a tux like that. Spencer also really hates that Jon catches him looking at his ass.

"See something you like, Smith?" he asks with that fucking smirk Spencer hates.

"I see you not doing your damn job," Spencer shoots back, wishing he didn't blush so easily.

"Well, that makes two of us, since you're so intent on staring at my ass." And Jon winks at him and walks back down the hall to the ballroom, glancing over his shoulder. "Coming? Or do I need to walk slower?"

Spencer really hates that his Glock is back in the car.

...does anyone really want this inflicted on the world? I'M ALREADY WRITING KID!FIC, THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH RIDIC I CAN PRODUCE AT ONCE.