A/N: Mature stuff doesn't happen till ch 3 I wanna say?
Sherlock was working the graveyard shift in the science lab, when he first stared becoming uncomfortable. Staring down the microscope at the blood of a Klingon captain and trying to decern if there was any difference genetically between it and that of a sub par Klingon should have been enough to keep his mind busy but he was finding his thoughts wandering. Unconsciously tugging on the collar of his uniform, and shifting on his chair. He was... antsy...
This was highly unusual. Calm and poised were the Vulcan way. Not fidgety. Or easily distracted. As he constantly was at the moment. Back to work... hmm he'd never realized how the standard Starfleet pants looked like they were specifically designed to show off the boots. Curious. This led to the new security officer who was wearing said pants. Sherlock hadn't asked his name, seeing as he had yet to prove useful in anything except looking around awkwardly. Maybe Sherlock should- no. Back to work. Focus. This project needed to be done before 0700 this morning.
This was when Sherlock noticed the building heat in his stomach. Quite small at the moment, but still, Sherlock should report to sick bay. In case this was something picked up on the last away mission.
Heading across the room, his eyes were drawn again to the new officer. Note: find out more about new security.
