AN: So i know I haven't been writing lately. I've been really busy and my posts will probably be sporadic at best. But in case you haven't noticed, there's not exactly a lot of plot here, so it shouldn't be a huge problem. Haha. I'm hoping to move this to a more Mish realm at some point, but right now I really like the idea of them wanting one another. Bad. So this is what i've come up with.

On another note, I maybe starting a bones fanfic soon. If you're interested, go check it out. No promises as to when this will be happening, but I can let you know if you would like!

And now, back to our regularly scheduled program......

"Leena, my girl!" Pete walked into the kitchen following the smell of fresh made cookies. "How do you know just when I need cookies?"

"Aww, Pete, you know a lady never reveals her tricks!" she had a slightly twinkle in her eyes.

"Well, what can I do to repay you?" he sidled up beside her with a cookie in hand.

"You could chop some firewood for tonight." She gave him a small smile, cutting her eyes at him.

"For cookies, I can definitely do that. I would have done that without the cookies."

"Pete, sometimes you should take a lesson from me and not share your secrets." She laughed at him as he stuck his tongue out on his way out of the kitchen. But he didn't leave without grabbing another cookie.

Pete headed up the stairs to change into clothes that were more appropriate to get dirty in before heading out to chop some wood. He vaguely wondered where Myka had gone. He hadn't seen her in a couple of hours but he just assumed she had her nose in a book somewhere. He changed and finished his cookie before heading out back with a smile.

The amount of wood that Leena wanted split was a bit more than Pete had expected. Where he was thinking there would be about 10 logs to be split, she had meant closer to 50. Close to half an hour later he was still at it, and he had lost his shirt.

Myka came running up from behind him. She had been out on a long slow jog, trying to rid her body of the frustration it was feeling. She was frustrated with their lack of case work, the fact that she was missing so much from DC and the ultimate lack of control she was feeling. And lets not forget that pesky little sexual frustration that kept rearing its head.

She jogged up to the back of the B and B and saw a naked torso swinging an ax. It didn't take long for her to realize it was Pete's back she was looking at. She stood for a moment, admiring the way the muscles on his back rippled as he swung his ax down to the logs below. He had a good, steady rhythm. He never swung too hard, never missed his mark.

She slowed to stand still and admire him for a moment. She wasn't going to deny that he was a major source of the frustration of the sexual variety. He'd been working out more since she'd made fun of him the other day. She'd seen a lot more of his body over the past week from his work out clothes. She'd seen his hardened muscles harden further. And she'd seen herself have dreams of a variety she'd never really imagined she'd have.

She walked up slowly behind him, unsure of why she felt the need to approach him. She swung around his side so that she'd be visible in his peripheral vision but remained far enough away to keep out of the way of the swinging of the ax.

"Hey" she said, and her voice came out a little breathier than she would have liked.

"Hey yourself." He stopped swinging and turned to face her. His eyes racked over her body in the same tight black pants that had originally driven him wild. Her eyes went down to his hardened abs without thinking. They're eyes met one another and a small smile formed in the corners of their eyes. "Where've you been?"

"Went out for jog." She placed her hands on her hips.

"You were gone for a while." he pointed out.

"Sometimes going slower for longer is better." Pete raised one eyebrow at her comment.

"Don't think I'm going to disagree with that." He said with a small chuckle.

"THERE YOU ARE!!!" Claudia came running from the other side of the building. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

The reverie was broken between Pete and Myka as they turned to look at the girl running towards them.

"Whoa, did I interrupt something?" she sensed tension in the air, with wisdom beyond her years. Sometimes the girls instincts were a little creepy.

"No, of course not." Myka shook her head resolutely. Claudia wasn't buying it for a minute though. Those two were up to something.

"Did you need something?" Pete piped up after he found his voice.

"Other than company, no. There's only so much time a girl can spend with Artie before she goes insane."

"Oh come on, its not that bad." Myka said, pulling the big sister tone out.

"Right because me cooped up in a small office with Artie and electronics is so the same as the two of you out here half dressed ogling one another."

"I'm not ogling!" Myka said with a little too much conviction for someone who was truly innocent.

"I was totally dressed." Pete decided to go with the dressed comment, deciding it was safer. "But then I got so hot doing this manly wood chopping thing for Leena…." He shrugged and gave his 'you can't be mad at me' smile.

"Riiight……." Claudia smirked at them. "So what are we doing exactly?"

"I'm chopping firewood for Leena in exchange for cookies. The things I do for some good cookies…." Pete picked up his ax again to continue his chore.

"I was out for a jog." Myka said curtly. "Now I'm heading inside for a shower." She started to walk away from the pair, more than a little embarrassed by the whole scene.

"Oh, that sounds like a great idea. I'll join you when I'm done here." Myka stopped in her tracks and turned around to crook an eyebrow at Pete. She was half way to the bed and breakfast and he was making comments that made her stomach flutter.

"I meant, I'll follow you." He blushed slightly, at which Myka laughed and continued her walk up the hill to the back to the B and B. she felt his eyes draw down her back to her rear end as she gracefully walked.

When the door to the B and B closed behind Myka, Claudia turned to narrow her eyes at Pete. "You are in such trouble now." She had a wicked smile on her lips as he began to swing his ax again.

"It was just a slip of the tongue."

"Yeah, well, that's not what Freud said." She giggled as she too left him to follow the route Myka had just taken. Pete was left to shake his head, and feel slightly ashamed.