Scully walked in to Mulder's office and sat her briefcase down with a huff. Her hair was messy and she looked frazzled. She didn't even acknowledge that he was even there.

Mulder looked from his desk where he was finishing up some paperwork. His eyebrows arch up in bewilderment and confusion. He stoped typing and opens his mouth. "What's wrong with you?"

"Construction crew all up and down my street." She plopped down in the chair. "Started work at six o'clock this morning."

"Did one of them rub you the wrong way or something? Did he ask you to be his girlie?" He asked as a small smile forming across his lips.

She shot him an 'if looks could kill' look. "I didn't get my morning run this morning."

She then got up and started pacing back and forth in front of his desk. She pulled off her jacket and pulled her hair up off her neck.

"Mulder, do you have the heat on in here?" She was showing off her long neck.

"I...ah...no" His eyes followed her every movement; he started fidgeting in his chair.

"Why didn't you just use the Bureau gym?"

"And have all those stupid guys staring at me?"

"Well what else are they going to look at?"

"What are you saying, Mulder?" She said as she perched on his desk beside him and looked down at him.

"It would be...they wouldn't be looking at you because you look bad"

"I'm a petite shrimp of a redhead. I assure you no one looks at me that way."

Mulder stood up walking over to the printer. He eyes grow wide at his naive partners last comment "I beg to dirfer Scully, that's quite the contrary."

"Whatever, Mulder. What are our plans for today?"

OH what, you don't believe me? "More paperwork"

"Oh...no case?" She watched as he walked back toward his desk. She was checking out his ass. Nice...firm...wanna reach out and squeeze...

"No, just more parchment production"

She blushed as he turned and caught her looking at him. She tried to meet his eyes and smiled.

"Okay...where do we start?"

He caught her slight blush, but didn't let on that he did. He wanted to know where it came from thought. Walking over to her desk he bent over her shoulder turning his head slightly toward her ear before speaking "Well, we can start with that case from last month about the husband who claimed his wife was being abducted."

"You mean the one where the woman was skipping out on her husband and was living with another man two counties away?" She said looking at him and smiling.

He smiled back at her. He placed his hand on the back of her chair, light brushing his fingers across the area between her shoulder blades. "It was never proved that she was actually staying there. Only that they were having an affair."

"The only point I was making, Mulder, is that she wasn't abducted." She was having a hard time concentrating with him so close. He smells so good. What is that Preferred Stock? No...Old Spice.

He moved his hand from the back of her chair to her shoulder, his thumb pressing slightly into the back of her shoulder. "Ah, I was merely pointing out the fact that we never proved nor disproved if she was abducted; only her unfaithful flaunts through southern West Virginia

He removed his hand circling back to his side of the room. With the lack of touching, she felt uneasy. Touch me again, she all but screamed inside her head.

"I'll write the report." She said instead.

"Who are you and what have you done with Scully?" He was thoroughly enjoying the affect he was having on his short legged partner.

She had momentarily lapsed into a daydream. Him and her...hot, sweaty, naked...her on his desks...legs spread. He buried deep inside her. She whimpered slightly and it was then that she remembered herself and where she was. "What did you say?" Her face was beet red.

"Scully are you okay? You look rather hot..." Maybe that wasn't a wise choice of words his thought to himself.

She growled low in her throat. "I have to get out of here. I feel cooped up." She said grabbing her jacket and heading for the door. She made it to the restroom before she relaxed. She slipped into a stall and put the toilet seat down. "Just breathe, Dana...breathe."

Mulder got up and went to the bathroom door. He was going to catch her before she got the on the elevator.

She came out a few minutes later. She was lost in thought. He stepped out from beside the door and she jumped. "Jesus, Mulder!"

He grabbed her arms so that he could look her fully in the face. "Scully what's wrong, you are acting all weird today, and I know it can't be from not having your normal route for running interrupted. What's going on?"

She couldn't tell him that for two weeks straight she'd been having sex dreams about him and her. In her dreams they had sex any and every where.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

There was that one dream where they were on a stakeout and she had just reached over and pushed the seat back and straddled him.

He gave her the 'don't think you're getting off that easy' look, "Why don't we go to the gym together?"

"But Mulder, the gym is so confined...I need space."

"Well, why don't we go run in the park then?" He let go of her arms. "Come on, Scully we can finish those reports later."

"You sure?"

He moved some hair behind her ear. "Sure thing." He turned around and walked back into the office grabbing his things and returning.

"Come on, grumpy."

"I haven't been resting well." She said as they headed to the elevator. It wasn't a total lie.

He eyed her as they waited for the elevator. She did look rather pale and a tad bit on the wild side. "Well a good run will do your body good."

Or a good...

"Perhaps." She said as she pulled her hair into a loose pony tail.

His eyes brows shot up as he followed her in. Maybe this would turn into sometime better than just a little run in the park he thought to himself.

Once they were changed and stretching, Scully let her mind wonder again. She looked him up and down. "You hide your body in those baggy clothes." She said out loud. What the hell was that, Dana Scully? That mouth is going to get you in trouble.

"Yeah well, I don't want all those girls staring at me." He winked at her.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled off her sweatshirt and tied it around her waist. Today she was running in her normal running attire; tank top, sweats, and a sweat shirt.

He looked at her wondering if she ran in that much clothes in the summertime. He watches as she bent over and stretched; maybe its better that we are outside rather then in. He watched as she lifted her leg and brought her foot to touch her bottom. Where you always this flexible Scully?...

Stop looking at me like that, Mulder...I might jump you right here and now, she was watching him intently.

He taking momentary control of his senses. "Ready?" If they stayed there too much longer, this little run might have to be abbreviated.

To her surprise she kept up with him pretty good and he didn't' take it easy on her either. "Mulder, if we take those stairs one more time...you'll regret it." She said through clenched teeth. Her leg muscles were aching. Suddenly she had a cramp. "Ouch!"

"Scully are you alright?" He stopped running and walked over to where she was bending over nursing the back of her thigh. "I think it's your hamstring, let's go sit down to rest it, ok?" He practically picked her up and walked over to the grass placing her down and settling in next to her.

"I guess I should give up trying to impress you, huh?" She said as she nudged him a little.

He smiled over to her before taking her leg and swinging it over his right one. He began to massage her thigh lightly. "No to tell you the truth, I was trying to impress you."

She closed her eyes at his touch. After a few minutes, her leg began to feel better. Is his hand moving up higher? OH GOD! His hand is moving up my knee...no thigh. "Mulder?" she squeaked.

"Yes." He stopped suddenly hearing Scully's voice sounding about two octaves lower than normal.

Don't stop doing what you're doing to me.

"I think we'd better get to that paperwork."

"But what about your leg? You think you can run on it?" He slid his hands back down her leg fixing her pant legs.

"You can go on ahead. I can walk back." She said as he helped her stand up. She didn't want to release his hands.

"No I'll walk with you, I'm kind of tired." He was kind of embarrassed at where his mind let his hands wonder.

She let her hands drop to her side. She barely limped. "Walking is helping." She said after going about three blocks in silence.

He looked over at her, they hadn't said much to each other until then. Great Mulder, you go from having your hands all over her to not talking to her at all.

The closer they got to the building the more agitated she got. She tugged her sweat shirt from her waist and slipped it on; that one dream with her on his desk...him deep inside her. She looked over at him slowly. God, he looks so good...hot and sweaty...Stop it, Dana...JUST stop it.

Great just great, now she put that god forsaken sweatshirt back on. He thought to himself.

"Cold, Scully?"

She shook her head. Just didn't want you to see how excited a sex dream about you can make me.

"How's the leg?" He placed his hand on the small of her back.

"Better now." She looked up at him. "How about I come over early tomorrow and we go for a run in the morning?"

"Sounds good to me, how about 6:00? You could bring your stuff over and get dressed afterward, if you want."

"If you want to see me naked, Mulder...all you had to do was ask." She slapped her hand over her mouth. She then turned and went inside the building.

His eyebrows rose and he couldn't move. Then a smile crossed his lips. I'll just have to inform her that I've seen her naked before, but naked and sweaty that is definitely something totally different.

"Hey Scully wait up.." He ran after her.

"What?" Her tone was clearly that of embarrassed and annoyed.

"What do you want for lunch? I was going to run to the lunch cart out front."

"I'm not hungry." She said as she hit the elevator button for down.

He leaned into her ear. "Well I am..." He said in a low husky tone before turning around and walking away.

She glanced back at him and shivered. "What you do to me." She muttered.