A/N - This one is specially dedicated to the lovely Farfisa68. The plot seed was hers, the writing is mine. Hope you like how it turns out! Love you!

PS - I know The Devil and Peter Tork aired after The Picture Frame, but for the sake of the story I'm mixing it up :-P

Mike, Peter, Davy and Micky shuffled back into the Pad after a long day. Mike, Micky and Davy had spent the night before in a jail cell and that very morning in court facing robbery charges. Peter had saved the day by showing the judge Davy's baby picture. Somehow Peter had come through, even if at the last minute. They were all very proud of him for it.

Needless to say the boys were happy to be home. Not quite having the focus to pay attention to where he was going, Mike suddenly tripped and fell over something that had been lying on the floor.

"What in the world?" Mike asked to no one in particular. He looked across the floor to see what he had tripped over.

"Hey, Mike," Peter said, walking over to where his friend was splayed out on the floor. "You ok, man?"

"Yeah," Mike replied, picking up the book Peter had left on the floor when the cops raided the house the night before. "I just tripped over this library book."

"Oh no!" Peter cried. "That's the book that's a week overdue!"

"It's alright, Pete," Mike said with a smile as he handed the book to Peter. "You think you can take this back to the library this afternoon?"

"Sure, Mike," Peter said, taking the book. "I was just gonna fool around with my bass for a little while. I'll bring this back after."

"Sounds good to me, Shotgun," Mike said, heading for the stairs. "I'm gonna go take a nap. This has been way too long of a day."

"Ok, Mike," Peter said. "Sleep well."

Peter sat in the alcove plucking away at his bass for a long time. A notebook rested next to him that he would sporadically jot notes down in. He had a good start to a new song going and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't forget. He had been working on this song for some time now. It always cheered Mike up when any of them came up with a new idea, even if it took Peter a long time to get it just right. Peter was very picky about his songs, maybe even more so than Mike. Peter finished scribbling down the bass line and went to play it back when his E string snapped.

Damn, he said to himself. That was the last E string I had. He looked up at the clock. Oh man it's already 2:30. I better get down to the library before they close.

Peter put his bass down and grabbed the book before beginning his short walk to the library. On the way he passed the music store and remembered that he needed a new E string for his bass. Perfect!

He looked in his pocket and saw that he had $4.50 left from their last gig. He decided he would get the string now since he was already here. Unfortunately, the store only had packs of strings so he couldn't buy just the E string. Oh well, Peter thought. I'll just be prepared for the next time I need a new string now. He paid the $3.41 for the pack of strings and continued on his way to the library.

Peter entered the library and took a deep breath. He loved the smell of books. Even though people thought he was a dummy, Peter had a very good mind and he loved to read. The library was always one of his favorite places to be, other than on stage with his bass. He looked around and noticed that there was a new librarian at the service counter.

The woman was tall and thin, but not so thin that her body had no shape to it. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled tightly into a neat bun at the back of her head. She wore a flattering pair of wire rimmed glasses, a pretty dress with a simple stripe design, and a light sweater over the top. Peter thought she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, even more pretty than his debutante. He slowly made his way to the counter, trying to look around at things so as not to stare at the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Hi there," the librarian said once Peter had mustered up the courage to walk up to her. "I'm Leanne. How can I help you today?"

"Well… ummm," Peter stumbled, trying to remember why he was at the library in the first place. He looked around and noticed the book in his hand. Somehow he had forgotten all about it! "Oh! This book. It's ten days overdue!"

"Here, let me take a look," Leanne said with a smile. "What's your name?"

"It's Peter," he said with a smile. He handed her the book and she located the check out card.

"Hmm, you're right," she said looking over the ticket. "It is ten days overdue. The late fee is going to be $2.50." Peter checked his pocket and pulled out the $1.09 that he had left over and the package of bass strings. His heart fell. He didn't have enough to pay the fine now.

"Oh no," Peter groaned.

"What's the matter?" Leanne asked.

"I stopped to buy strings for my bass on the way here and now I don't have enough to pay the fine," Peter said sadly. "I should have thought about that before stopping at the music store.

"Oh, you're a musician?" Leanne asked. She loved music and this boy was too adorable to pass up. She started getting an idea.

"Oh yes," Peter said perking up a bit. "I play bass and I'm in a band called the Monkees with my friends Mike, Micky, and Davy!"

"Oh that sounds wonderful," Leanne replied.

"It is," Peter replied, but his face grew solemn again. "But we don't have steady work. This is all I have left until we get another gig." He showed her the $1.09 that he had. "I don't know how I'm going to pay for the book." Peter gasped and looked rather startled suddenly.

"Oh no! I'm not going to go to jail am I? I just got the rest of the guys out of jail! That would be terrible!"

Leanne tilted her head at him. Yes this boy certainly was one of a kind. She saw a naivety in him that she didn't know existed in grown men. A childlike quality that was too damn cute to just let him be so miserable over a book fine. But she also saw that Peter was devoted to his trade and at any rate had an endearing smile. And that dimple was enough to sweep any woman off her feet. Or at least make her think some very intimate things. Him being so upset over the money played right into her little plan.

"No, Peter," Leanne said with a smile. "I'll tell you what, let's make a deal. If you agree I'll waive the fine."

"Oh no!" Peter cried. "Last time I made a deal with someone the Devil tried to take my soul!"

"Oh dear," Leanne said with a chuckle. "Not that kind of deal at all! If you agree to take me out on a date then I will forgive the fine. What do you say?"

"A date?" Peter asked, clearly shocked. He hadn't tried to date anyone since Valerie Cartwright. "Well… umm… ok!" Peter was shocked again that he had agreed.

"Perfect," Leanne replied. "How about next Wednesday? That gives you a whole week to decide where you want to go."

"Ok," Peter said, turning a bit red. "I better get back to the Pad! I'll see you later. Bye!"

"Bye, Peter," Leanne said, waving. "I'll see you soon."

Peter turned on his heel and rushed out before she could see just how embarrassed he was. He slowed down once he was outside and allowed himself to take a break. What am I gonna do? Peter didn't have much luck with women and even with the advice the guys gave him from last time he still wasn't sure of what he was doing. And she's so pretty too. I wonder why she wants to go on a date with me. He had to come up with a plan and fast or Leanne would be very unhappy.

Peter's mind raced the whole walk back to the Pad. He didn't even realize he was walking until he was standing at the back steps. He still hadn't come up with any idea of how to do this, but he didn't want to burden the other guys for advice. It hadn't turned out so well last time. He sighed and climbed the stairs.

When he walked inside he was surprised to see Mike sitting at the kitchen table with a newspaper. He had hoped that the guitarist would still be napping. He tried to compose himself and made a beeline for his and Davy's bedroom.

"Hey, Shotgun," Mike said. "Did you get that overdue book fine paid up?"

"Umm… well... yeah… of course," Peter replied. He kicked himself for sounding so uncertain.

"You ok, Pete?" Mike asked, looking up from the paper.

"Yeah," Peter said quickly. "I'm just a little tired from the walk. I'm going to go lay down for a bit."

"Ok," Mike said sceptically. "If you're sure you're alright."

"I am," Peter said walking quickly to the room and shutting the door behind him.

I wonder what's gotten into him, Mike thought as he returned to looking for new gigs. He made a mental note to mention this to Micky and Davy when they got home and vowed to keep a close eye on the bassist. He was very worried, it wasn't like Peter to be so flippant and it definitely wasn't like him to be so tired after a short walk, he loved to take long walks.

Once safely behind closed doors, Peter was happy to find that Davy was not there. He'd already fumbled the conversation with Mike and he really didn't feel like having a repeat. He laid down on his bed and thought about what had happened at the library. As he lay there he began to have a harsh conversation with himself.

You're going to make a fool out of yourself, Peter. Just like last time, Peter's inner voice told him

Hey! I didn't steal anyone's portrait this time! Peter argued with himself. He wasn't quite sure this was helping at all.

No, you just agreed to a date with arguably the most beautiful woman you've met since Valerie, the voice argued back. What are you going to do with her?

Well… I haven't gotten to that yet, Peter thought with sadness.

You only have a week, the voice sneered. You better come up with something.

I know…

You should just ask for help.

No! Peter thought with determination. I'm going to do this on my own this time.

Fed up with his internal monologue, Peter rolled over and closed his eyes, hoping that maybe something would come to him in a dream. Sleep didn't come easily to him and he laid there for what seemed like hours just thinking of Leanne.

Back at the library, Leanne was very pleased with herself. Not only was she helping Peter out with his overdue book charge, but the shy, sweet boy agreed to go out with her. She couldn't help but think ahead of the things she would love to show him and do with him. It was rare to find such a sweet mannered man anymore. Especially one as good looking as Peter. And the best part was he wasn't spoiled by his good looks as so many men are.

Leanne knew she would have to take it slow with Peter. She imagined that this first date would likely be awkward and that he would be very shy. She was determined to help him come out of his shell. All he needed was a little confidence, she was sure of it. She wondered if Peter had been on dates before. It didn't really matter though, she would gladly show him a thing or two.