-1Frank Parker smiled to himself as he strolled down the corridors at NNL. It was little over a year ago that he had finally convinced Olga Vukavitch that the idea of the two of them together wasn't such a bad thing. From that day the couple was rarely seen apart. He couldn't believe his luck; he had a great girl, a great friend and a great job. Well maybe great was to strong a word for being a chrononaut.

He walked into the lab to see the "girl" of his life studying cells under a microscope. Quietly, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Olga jumped and spun around in his arms, "Frank! I swear you nearly gave me a heart attack!" she scolded him.

Her voice lacked venom as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her forehead on his chest. "What are you up to?" she asked him raising her head to kiss his lips sweetly.

"Well I thought that if you weren't doing anything tonight I could take you out," he said knowing full well that any plans that she might have had included him.

She rolled her eyes at him, kissed him again and told him, " Well as a matter of fact I do have this prior engagement with a rather attractive…(kiss)…wonderful…(kiss)…charming guy. You don't think that we could reschedule it for tomorrow could we?"

"Ha, ha," he said sarcastically. " I'll be at your place by 8:30 so don't make me wait for an hour for you to get ready. And dress classy, not that you don't already but this is a really nice place."

"Alright alright! Don't you have work to do Mr. Parker," she teased.

Olga managed to get home at reasonable hour. Oh lord, she thought to herself, Frank's going to be here in less than two hours! How the hell am I supposed to be ready by then?! Quickly she jumped in the shower and washed her hair and the remaining smell from the chemicals she had worked with that day. Hopping out of the shower she dried off faster than normal and put on her robe. She began drying and styling her hair. Pulling out her rarely used flat iron she plugged it in and while she waited for it to warm up went to her closet to find something to wear. After flipping through her closet twice she found a dress that had escaped her attention. It was black, form fitting dress that hugged her curves and was long enough to hit the floor without heels. It had a halter and showed off a good deal of back. It was only after she slipped the dress on that she realized that it also had a slit up the leg that stopped just short of three inches from her right hip! Oh well maybe Frank will like it anyway. Wait what am I thinking?! Of course he'll love it! she thought to herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She then went back into the bathroom to finish her hair and put on her makeup.

At that same time Frank had pulled up to her house and opened the door with the key she had given him some months before. "Olga!" he called.

He quickly mounted the steps as he made his way upstairs. "Olga! Where the hell are you?" he called again.

She stuck her head out of the bathroom door long enough to yell back, " In the bedroom, Frank! Where else would I be?" He then walked into the room he had spent a great deal of time in recently and sat down on the bed waiting for her to finish.

Olga stepped out of the bathroom, grabbed a pair of strappy black heels from the closet, put them on and turned to Frank to see what he thought of what he saw.

Frank was speechless. Olga was stunning and his mouth had hit the floor when she cocked her right leg for him to see the slit. "Well what do you think?" she asked a bit nervously, since Frank hadn't answered her.

"You… uh…. I mean that is… I… uh…DAMN!" he stuttered as he stood up to take her in his arms.

"You like?" she asked.

"I like, I really like," he told her.

"Hey we better get going if we don't want to be late right?" she told him.

"Right," he said staring at her as he followed her out of the bedroom.

Dinner was great, as wonderful as Olga could have imagined. Since that afternoon Olga wondered what Frank could have wanted to take her out to such a high class restaurant. Maybe he's going to propose! she thought excitedly. It has been over a year. And we've known each other for well over four. She could no longer stand the suspense, "Frank why did you take me to such a nice place? I know you don't like them and you only take me to them for special occasions." she said as she sipped her wine.

"Do I need an occasion to take my best girl to a 5- star joint?" he asked with a smile.

As dinner progressed Olga's enthusiasm over the prospect of becoming Mrs. Frank B. Parker dwindled. Frank showed no signs of him thinking about proposing in the slightest. After dessert, Frank paid for dinner and the two made their way to his car.

As Olga's mind wondered about the evening she decided that now was a good a time as ever to talk to him about their relationship.

"Frank," she began timidly.

"Yea," he responded.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to your place, right? I mean we could go back to the base but…"

"Frank that's not what I meant."

"It's not?"

"No. Look Frank, I love what we have I do! But are we ever going to go further than this? I mean we're basically in a committed relationship as it is and you stay at my house more than the base now and…."

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Frank… I… maybe you should give our relationship some thought as to whether or not I'm just a steady girl you have sex with or what cause I'm not sure I want to continue with you if that's all I am." she told him as they pulled up into her driveway. Quickly Olga got out before she began to cry.

"Olga!" Frank called to her as she ran across her yard to the front door.

"I think that it would be best if you left Frank,"

"Olga wait!" and with that she slipped inside.

Once he got back to the base he made his way to his quarters as fast as he could. Doesn't she know she means everything to me!? he thought as he sat down at his desk. Big mistake. All over the top of it were pictures of him and Olga including his favorite. A black and white photo of the two of them that someone had taken while they had been in Vegas one weekend several months before. They had been in front of the fountain at the Bellagio and were looking only at each other with their arms around the other. What the hell happened?