The characters of Star Trek Voyager do not belong to me, but I like to have a little fun with them sometimes.

She ran her hands down the smooth silky material of her light blue flowered knee length skirt. She choose a white blouse and strappy heeled sandals to complete the outfit. She bit her lip as she looked around her quarters feeling that she was forgetting something. Finally she headed for the door. With a quick glance up and down the long, lonely corridor, she quickly and quietly decided it was safe to proceed. She headed hurriedly for the turbo lift cautiously perusing her planned path as she went, and double checking that no one was following her. She didn't want anyone to see her, lest they discover her destination. She rode the turbo lift, traversing several decks. She was pacing in the small space when the doors slid open; she peeked her head out and checked the corridor in both directions before she stepped out cautiously and hurried to her destination.

He was dressed in black slacks and a casual off white collared shirt. He was treading cautiously, expertly scanning the corridors, avoiding potential witnesses. He stopped at a cargo bay to pick up a bottle of wine he had stashed there just that morning. He couldn't risk anyone seeing him carrying it out of his quarters and wondering about it. He slipped quietly in and out of the room and through the corridors with a sophisticated stealth about him. He approached her location from the opposite direction. No one should discover their target location.

Harry was nervous. He wasn't comfortable with Tom's latest scheme, but as always Tom found a way to talk him into his latest "adventure". Tom Paris, ha, more like Tom Sawyer, he thought. I get to do the work and I'll probably be the one to get caught. Harry felt like he was always the one caught holding the can of whitewash, but he'd already agreed and he was doing his best. The Captain and Commander hadn't made it easy; however, they set the computer to refuse to locate their bio-signatures. The computer's only response was, "That information is unavailable." It took Harry a while to realize that they had set that "information" as classified during these little episodes in which they disappeared. Of course, normally, just asking the computer for their location would be enough to locate their comm badges; B'Elanna was working on that problem. For now Harry was trying to scan for their bio-signatures, but he was going to have to use a hand held tricorder that hadn't been recently updated with the new classified designation. That meant he would have to be somewhat close to begin with. The last little disappearance Tom had tracked the Commander all the way to deck eight before he lost him; having to duck into a Jeffries tube to avoid being spotted. Harry would start there.

B'Elanna wasn't thrilled about spying on Chakotay and Captain Janeway. She had gone along with many of Tom's schemes due to his charm and irresistible smile, but usually she drew the line when it came to the Command Team. B'Elanna, however, was intrigued by their disappearances together. Everyone knew they had private dinners in their private quarters, but even then they were always available if something required their attention, and occasionally, entirely by accident of course, someone would come to the door and interrupt their dinners. Nothing had ever been seen to suggest that the dinners weren't entirely platonic. Lack of evidence didn't mean that the crew didn't suspect a romance between them. Therefore, B'Elanna agreed to help. A sophisticated program written and implemented into the computer was giving false information on the Command Teams whereabouts, or at least the whereabouts of their comm badges. This feature seemed to be activated and deactivated easily, that is if you had the proper codes. It seems that every time the location of either the Captain or the Commander was requested the computer gave a random location on a deck other than where the request came from. This meant that by the time the person arrived in, let's say the mess hall, the computer would say that the Captain or Commander were at another location like maybe, the bridge. When Tom first set out to find out what the two were up to he must have spanned the entire ship five or six times before realizing he had been led on a wild goose chase. That had only made him more determined. B'Elanna knew this little feature had to have been designed and installed by Captain Janeway herself. Janeway had been a science officer and given what B'Elanna had seen, she could have made an excellent engineer. The best B'Elanna had been able to do at this point was narrow down which deck they were on, and Captain Janeway was on deck 5.

Tom had been doing his best to follow the Captain, but she was a very vigilant target. He had to keep a major distance and stay around corners in order to avoid being spotted. When he rounded a corner and realized she was gone he groaned. The pool was up to a month's worth of replicator rations and his clients were demanding a winner. The only way to know who won was to know without a doubt what the Command Team was up to. Most bets were on a secret romance, a few were betting that they were running an illegal alcohol trade, and there was even one stating they were secretly taking up ballroom dancing. When B'Elanna reported that the Captain was on deck 5, and Harry reported that he was following the Commander and he seemed to have stopped at deck 5, all three made their way to the holodeck. They slunk through the corridors and peeked around the corner toward the holodeck entrance in time to see the Commander entering holodeck two. They ran up to the doors, hesitated a moment then followed him in.

Commander Chakotay found himself on the front lawn of a small yellow cottage. Pretty red flowers dotted the flower bed. The widows and shutters were wide open and the white lacey curtains flapped in the breeze. He smiled to himself, then at his bottle of wine, and hurried in taking the two steps up the porch in one small leap. As he walked into the cottage the three spies slithered into the holodeck. "Computer seal doors." He ordered than gave his top level command codes. Harry, B'Elanna, and Tom exchanged panicked looks, they were trapped inside the holodeck with the Command Team; this could not end well.

In order to avoid detection, and for a better chance to overhear what was going on inside the three conspirators positioned themselves against the wall under an open window. Crushing the delicate red flowers in the flower beds as they sat atop them they positioned themselves to hear a conversation that had begun without them.

"Let me show you what I want you to do… that's it. Just like that." It was the Commander's voice.

After a brief silence came the Captain's voice. "Tell me what you think of this." The voices were somewhat slow and seductive.

"Uuummmmm… oh, Kathryn, that is good."

Then after a few moments, "Oh, Chakotay, that is fantastic."

"Those cupcakes look beautiful and I bet they taste amazing, can I try them."

"Oh Commander, you know how to flatter a girl."

Harry made a half coughing half choking sound, he couldn't believe he was eavesdropping on the Captain and the Commander… doing THAT! And calling them cupcakes! Who knew they were so sappy! Tom and B'Elanna glared at him and made angry shushing sounds.

The cottage was suddenly quiet; the Captains command voice sounded loud and strong." Computer delete forward facing cottage wall. The wall faded away and the three spies crouched in the flower bed stared into a small homey kitchen. The Command Team stood facing them with their aprons on, cooking utensils on hand, and various dishes scattered about the counters, some were made some were still being prepared. Captain Janeway was still holding an h'orderve she was nibbling on. And of course there was a beautiful arraingement of cupcakes directly in front of the Commander. "What are you three doing?"

"Uh..."

"Well…"

"You see…"They had nothing.

Then Harry said," Tom wanted to know where you two were going." Tom gave his friend a decidedly unfriendly look.

"Well since you asked so politely." The Captain's voice was angry and heavy with sarcasm. "The Commander here is trying to teach me to cook!" There was a chuckle, everyone knew Kathryn Janeway couldn't cook to save her life. She frowned and continued addressing the laughter. "I was pretty hopeless in the kitchen before these lessons. Unfortunately that knowledge just cost you two weeks of holodeck privileges and a week of replicator rations, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone we'll just make it four weeks of each! Understood?"

"Aye, Captain!" They answered in unison.

Commander Chakotay unsealed the doors and allowed the three spies to exit, heads hung down, and ashamed at having been caught. Once they were gone Chakotay resealed the doors.

"Sealing them in was a nice touch Commander."

"Why thank you, Captain."

"Do you think they bought it?"

"I think so. Now where were we?"

"You were admiring my cupcakes."

"Ah, yes" He said as he kissed her slowly inching his fluttering kisses down her neck. He suddenly scooped her up in his arms and headed toward the bedroom. "Those cupcakes do look wonderful, and if I am recalling last week's cooking lesson correctly they taste amazing as well."

She giggled for a moment, then gave him a long passionate kiss as he set her down atop the old fashioned quilted bedspread.

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