"Then, it's fine. I mean, we'll just have to kill you after we divulge the classified mission and we're good," Sam answered with a straight face.
"You wound us. Really, we're nice. You can just tell us that you don't have to tell us your favorite color," Derek answered.
This was such a crazy exchange, but at least they were here with people who could joke and tease and wouldn't hold back. Sam might have killed some of the others, or at least wanted to. "Since you ask so nicely, I can tell you that my favorite color in a car is black."
He looked at G. "Seriously? You're threatening me already. I have a lot more information on you, man." He could just imagine Morgan's and Prentiss' faces if they saw the teddy bear G carried around.
Derek laughed. "It looks like we'll have plenty of interesting nights. One secret per night. We have the next few decades covered."
Sam smiled, but his eyes were on G, deciphering what his partner was saying. The way they were sitting didn't give them much room, knees touching as they turned to look back at the other two. It was just too easy for Sam to lean forward and press his lips against G's for just a moment. "They know," he said again. "Happy birthday, baby."