Title: On A Mission

Author: Bee (SneetchesToo)

Rating: PG-13 at first, M in the last two chapters

Pairing: Ethan/Leanne

Summary: Leanne was on a mission. A mission for what, she's not entirely sure.

Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Sadly. But wouldn't it be amazing to have Rob Lowe at your own personal disposal?

Author's Note: Everything in Italics is Leanne thinking to herself… Also, this is the first story I've written in over a decade, so bear with me if it's horrible.

Part One

Leanne didn't know why the hell she was standing outside Ethan's door at eleven o'clock at night, yet here she was. Come to think of it, she didn't even remember leaving the hospital, or driving over here. She wondered what could have possibly been so important that this was her first stop after getting off of a 36 hour shift, 28 of which she had spent in Code Black. Could it possibly have been the fact that she hadn't seen the man in 2 weeks? Or could it have something to do with the fact that before he left the sexual tension between the two of them was enough to make Jesse fear being in the same room with them? Or perhaps it was the sleep deprivation? Yeah, she was going with that. She was exhausted and obviously not thinking straight. Perfectly reasonably explanation. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the hospital's resident Colonel was slowly worming his way into her heart. Or the fact that she was incredibly mesmerized by just about everything that he did. Yeah, she was tired. That's it.

I should get out of here. She thought to herself. She turned to leave and had barely taken two steps before the apartment door opened. Or not.

"Leanne?" His voice sounded different, sleepy, and by God she'd even go as far to say it sounded sexy. Stop it Leanne. This is ridiculous. She internally scolded herself as she stopped in her tracks.

"Busted." She replied as she turned around to face him. If you thought his voice sounded sexy… She got a glimpse of him and couldn't help herself from the mental images that popped into her head at the sight of Ethan Willis in nothing but jeans and dog-tags. Running her fingers through her hair she gave him a small smile. Reminding herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, and not on his bare chest and arms. "Hi."

"Hi." He replied, leaning against the door frame. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not really sure to be honest with you." But right now it involves you, me, and no clothes. She scolded herself again and coughed. "I just wanted to see you I guess. It's been two weeks you know?"

"Actually, it's been fifteen days, thirteen hours, forty-five minutes, and…" he glanced down at his watch before continuing. "Twenty-nine seconds." He looked back up at her and when his eyes met hers, he smiled.

"You've been counting?" And you haven't? On the inside she was jumping for joy, but she certainly wouldn't let him know that.

"And you're telling me you haven't?" Busted again.

She smiled up at him, folding her hands together in front of her to keep them occupied. Shifting her weight from foot to foot she remained silent. Remember there was a time you weren't afraid of this man and had no trouble telling him how it is. Obviously that time had long since passed.

"Would you like to come in?" Her heart skipped a beat and she nervously shook her head 'yes'.

"Nice place." Of all the stupid comments, Leanne, really, you compliment his apartment? I guess that's better than pointing out his finely chiseled abs.

"Thanks." He smiled, shutting the door behind her. "It's small, but how much time do I really spend here anyway?"

She smiled in response, unsure of what else to say. Okay Rorish, you came here with a mission, follow through. Except she wasn't quite sure what her mission was exactly, so instead she just nodded. "Good point."

"Is everything okay Leanne? Did something happen at the hospital?" He was standing behind her, very close behind her, and it was making concentrating very hard.

"No. No, nothing happened." She turned around to face him only to realize that their closeness had brought her face mere inches from his. Great, now you've gone and done it Leanne. Could this be anymore awkward?

The answer to that question quickly became a 'yes' when she realized that not only was she incredibly close to Ethan, and his finely chiseled abs, but that she currently had no way of escaping since his hands had somehow found their way to her hips. She tried to back away and he only pulled her closer in response.

"I've missed you." He whispered, his voice husky in all the wrong (or maybe all the right) ways.

"I've, um, I've missed you too." She whispered back, her fingers acting on their own accord and linking themselves through his belt loops.

He brought his head down to her ear, his breath tickling the hair on her neck. Oh no, this is bad, so very bad. She thought to herself. Abort mission! Abort mission! Except it was too late. "Why are you really here?" He asked, pressing a kiss to her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"I told you, I'm not really sure." Oh quit lying, you're totally sure. You came over here to ravage him. "It kind of, just, happened." She attempted to pull her head back, which only gave him better access to her neck. Oh shit.

"Riiiight." He whispered, pressing kisses down her neck. "So you didn't come over here to take advantage of me?"

"It was more like have you take advantage of me?" Wait! Shit! That wasn't supposed to be out loud. She threw her hands over her face, trying to pull herself as far away from him as possible. "Shit."

Ethan chuckled and just held her more firmly, "How about we do this fairly then?" He raised an eyebrow, causing her to shiver again. "Deal?"

All of a sudden Leanne forgot how to speak, so she settled for nodding her head slowly. Satisfied, Ethan pulled her closer, trailing kisses down the other side of her neck, biting down gently when he reached her shoulder. She lifted her head to protest but before the words could leave her mouth his lips were on hers. Uh oh. Her hands instantly found themselves in his hair, thankful that despite the shorter hair on the sides, he had left it long in the back.

Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers and took a breath. "Bedroom?" She smiled, her hands falling to rest on his broad shoulders. Again, she didn't trust her voice, so she resorted to shaking her head gently. "Good." And with that he gently took her hand and led her down the hallway.