"Chakotay to Captain Janeway," he said quickly into his comm badge.
"Go ahead Commander."
"There are some malfunctions in holodeck two. Could you come down and take a look?"
"You want me? What's the problem?" The captain asked with curiosity.
"The plots in separate programs are mixing together and the computer will not respond to any commands. "
With a sigh she said, "Okay, I'll be right there."
As Kathryn walked to the holodeck, she wondered what could have caused this malfunction and further more, why was it necessary for her to fix it?
Once she arrived, she saw Chakotay standing outside the doors.
"Chakotay, I was busy going through that mountain high stack of reports. Couldn't you have called B'Elanna?" she asked him.
"Absolutely not!" he said with a shake of his head.
She scrunched her brows in puzzlement. "Well haven't you shut the holodeck down?" she asked him with a slight hint of annoyance in her tone. "And do we know if this malfunction has spread to the other holodecks?"
"Not exactly," he said smirking.
He gently pulled her through the holodeck doors as she said, "I don't see what's so funny about this . . . oh my." She stared in shock at the scene before her.
They had stepped into the master bedroom of a beautiful bungalow on the coast of the Pacific. As she looked out the large window, she noticed the bungalow was about 40 meters back from the shore line.The windows were all open and she could smell the salty scent of the water. The warm breeze blowing through ruffled the white sheer curtains. The walls were a warm yellow and the floor was new pine. In the far corner of the room by the window was a small sitting area with two white lounge chairs and a small wicker coffee table. On the table sat her favorite book of poetry. In the middle of the wall opposite her was a large canopy bed. It had white sheets of Egyptian cotton withmatching pillowcases. The headboard was squared and made of wicker just like the table. On the night stand beside the bed sat a champaign bottle on ice with two wine glasses. To top off the room, rose pedals were draped everywhere imaginable.
"Surprised?"
"Just, just a little," she said still taking it in. She gripped his hand tightly and leaned into his chest. "I can't believe this. It's amazing."
"You didn't honestly think I'd forgotten had you?" He leaned in to kiss her forehead.
Smiling, she replied, "Well, you aren't too keen on remembering our anniversary."
He took both her hands and led her to the bed. As he picked her up and gently laid her down upon the rose pedals, he whispered seductively in her ear, "Trust me honey, this is one anniversary you will always remember."