A/N: With all the angst going on onscreen, I figured we could use some fluff. As usual, thanks to Mrs. Cuddles for the prompt and for giving me a fully fleshed out idea. Let me know what you think :)

"Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" Paige asked, stepping closer to Mike. She trailed her fingers down his chest, smiling in satisfaction as his eyes darkened with lust. "I can be very persuasive."

"My date, my plans," Mike reminded her. With their insane schedules, there were some weeks they barely saw each other, despite living together. The reality was that they were both Federal Agents working for different agencies and they had separate caseloads. Sometimes they got to work together, but more often than not they didn't, which made date night all the more important.

Once a week, he and Paige made actual plans to go on a date, just the two of them. They alternated whose turn it was to pick what they did and the only rule was that it was just supposed to be the two of them. Paige had initially been resistant to the idea, but once he convinced her that it was just a time for them to spend time alone together, outside of the house, not some excuse for him to take her out for romantic dinners, she agreed.

"But I look okay?" Paige asked, smoothing her hands over her almost too short white sundress dress, drawing his attention to her perfectly tan legs.

Paige wasn't really asking if she looked okay, she knew she looked incredible. He had told her that earlier and watching her try to seduce him right now, was seriously making him question his decision to take her out to dinner and catch a concert outdoors. Now he was wondering if he should order takeout and they could have a midnight picnic on the beach. After he got her out of that dress.

Paige flipped her hair over her shoulder and adjusted the straps on her dress, before running her hand through her slightly disheveled, golden hair. Paige caught his gaze and gave him a mischievous grin, letting him know that she knew he knew she was trying to distract him into slipping up.

But it wasn't happening.

"Better than okay," Mike insisted. He reached for her hand, and kissed it, despite Paige rolling her eyes at his old-fashioned, affectionate gesture. "I hope..." his voice trailed off as he felt his phone vibrating. Mike reluctantly pulled it out and groaned when he saw Clarke's name on the caller ID.

Paige offered a sympathetic smile and he reluctantly answered. "Warren." He closed his eyes, frustrated as Clarke ordered him to come into the office, because there had been a huge break in his case. Professionally, he was thrilled. Personally, he wished the break had come tomorrow. "Yeah, I'm on my way." Mike shook his head as he shoved his phone in his pocket. "We have to reschedule."

"Raincheck?" Paige asked, the disappointment evident on her face, but she better than anyone understood why he needed to reschedule.

"Sorry," Mike apologized, pulling her closer for a kiss. "There was some movement in Thompson's overseas accounts and footage from the banks is being sent to headquarters right now."

"That's what I get for dating a rockstar," Paige teased. Mike laughed and she quickly kissed him. "I can come keep you company if you want."

"Wearing that?" Mike asked. It would be shame for that dress to go to waste, but he wouldn't get anything done if she was wearing that. But with an extra set of eyes, there was a chance they could finish early and maybe grab a late dinner.

Paige's phone rang and she shook her head when she answered. "This better be good."

He traced his fingers along the bare skin of Paige's shoulders while she was on the phone. "Need a lift downtown?" Mike asked when she ended her call.

"No, I'm going to change and then meet up with some of the guys on my TAC team. Peters wants me to approve some locations for tomorrow's surveillance."

"This is what I get for dating a badass DEA Agent."

"Don't you forget it." Paige laughed and gave him a quick kiss, "Wake me up later?"

Paige glanced at her watch, she had just enough time to drop by the FBI Office to take Mike a late lunch before she had to meet up with the new guy on her TAC team. She should probably call Mike and ask if he wanted something from home or if he wanted takeout. She was pretty sure there were still leftovers from when Briggs grilled a few days ago. Mike had been holed up downtown for at least 20 hours, so close to putting together the final pieces but still missing something.

Just as she was about to call him, the front door opened and in walked Mike, looking exhausted.

"You're home."

Mike sleepily shuffled towards her. "I have no clue how much surveillance footage we went through, but there wasn't a trace of Thompson on anything."

Paige sympathetically smiled as she cupped his face in her hand, running her thumb along his five o'clock shadow. His eyes were red, no doubt from staying up all night staring at a computer screen. "You'll find him."

"Come lay down with me," Mike quietly said, reaching for her hand.

Paige hated to say no to him, especially when he looked so hopelessly adorable and sleep deprived but she didn't want to hand off her surveillance detail, especially on her case. But she was seriously tempted, because she would much rather spend the rest of her day wrapped up in Mike's arms than sitting in a surveillance van for hours. "I have to work. Surveillance, remember?"

Mike sighed, slowly closing his eyes for a few seconds. "I was supposed to help out. Let me grab an energy drink - "

"It's okay, I've got it covered. Johnny's date cancelled and he said he'd help out." Although, she had a feeling that Johnny wanting to help out had more to do with him not knowing the new guy on her TAC team. They all helped each other out on each other's ops, but Johnny was a little territorial when it came to TAC teams. Not that he didn't trust everyone on her TAC team, or Dale's, he just wanted to make sure everyone was capable of doing their job, not caring if their respective agency, including the FBI, certified their training.

"New guy?"

Paige nodded, "Exactly."

"I'm sorry about last night," Mike apologized.

"It's not your fault." Mike's career meant a lot to him, just like hers meant a lot to her. Yeah, they worked crazy hours and cases sometimes took over their lives, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Part of the reason why she kept Mike at arm's length for so long was because she wasn't sure she wanted to date an agent, especially one she lived with. But it was refreshing to not have to lie about who she was and what she did. She didn't have to make up some lame excuse if she had to cancel at the last minute or convince herself that all she wanted was casual sex. She and Mike had been dating for about three months. She couldn't remember the last time she had a relationship that had lasted this long. Maybe high school? But it was nice to settle into a real relationship with Mike even if things were on a weird timetable. Technically, he moved in before they even met and they had separate bedrooms and roommates, not really what she pictured when she thought of living with her boyfriend. But it worked for them. They both kept strange hours if they were in the middle of a case and she never had to explain herself or worry about him lecturing her about how dangerous her job was if he found out what she did, he already knew. She loved coming home after a long night, knowing that there was a good chance Mike was waiting up for her, not because he was monitoring her whereabouts, which he did for professional reasons, not personal, but because he just wanted to see her.

"I'll make it up to you," Mike promised.

"I'm going to hold you to that, but I have to go. I'll be home late, but I have a feeling you'll be sleeping." Paige slowly kissed Mike, lingering in his arms for a few minutes as she easily got lost in the warmth of his embrace. Her eyes quickly opened when she was forcibly pulled out of his arms. "Hey!"

"No offense, Mikey, but you look like hell," Johnny said, ushering Paige out the door. "We gotta go, P."

Paige laughed as Mike pursed his lips at her as he walked upstairs, no doubt looking forward to collapsing in bed.