The three Gunmen continued tapping away at their computers while Mulder paced back and forth.

"Damn it! Come on guys, you got anything yet?" his voice, impatient and demanding.

"Chill, Mulder. We're doing the best we can." Langly's voice rang out.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," he says, with resignation.

It's been a long day. His nerves are already on edge. Scully's in a bad mood.

'Scully. Come to think of it. She is a little out of sorts today. Oh, shit.'

"Mulder," Scully whispered from the bathroom door.

"What's wrong Scully? Are you alright?" concern and worry etched across his face.

"Well, yes and no. I need you to go to the drugstore and pick me up a box of..." she whispers, a blush crossing her face.

"Umm ... Scully if it's what I think your asking me to do ... no ... nonono ... I am not going after a box of Tampax. Why can't you go?" he whined.

"Come on, Mulder, please. You know I'll pay you back," she said seductively.

Then grabbing his tie and pulling him down to her lips, she kissed him long and hard. Of course, that was not the only thing that was hard by the time she let him go.

Dropping his head with a sigh, a blush across his face, he turned without another word and walked out the door.

Langly snickered, Byers blushed, and Frohike shook his head and chuckled, "Whipped. My man is whipped."

This was in answer to a challenge. Hope you enjoyed it.