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Author's note: *This is a companion fic to another I wrote on this issue, called Coincidence? I think not. It's kind of along the same lines, and takes a few references from the reviews I received from it. I had a LOT of fun writing this, and although I don't know if it's even possible, imagine for the sake of the story that it's possible to cancel a hold on the turbolift.

Anyways, enjoy!

Captain Picard did not like to be kept waiting, under any circumstances.

And waiting for something such as the turbolift was simply ridiculous. Seriously, the damn thing was taking forever! He'd been waiting for several minutes now, and seriously had to get to sickbay. It wasn't as though he had collapsed on the bridge or anything else serious like that, he simply needed to talk to Beverly about...something. He forgot what it was right now, just that he had to talk to her. He wasn't even late for their scheduled appointment. As a matter of fact, he was still half an hour early. Still, since he had nothing else better to do (free time got to be boring on the Enterprise-D), and since he really wanted to see her, he had decided to go early. Idly, Picard wondered why she was suddenly so important to see.

Now where was that turbolift? What was going on with it, anyhow?

"Computer," he growled, "What is the current location of the turbolift?"

"The turbolift is approximately one deck above your current location," responded the computer in it's pleasant voice.

"Current condition?"

"Fully operational."

Hmm, now that was odd. It should've been here by now, then.

"Reason for delay?" he asked, frustration building. What was going on?

"It is on hold."

A problem he could quickly and easily fix. It didn't bode well for whoever was in the turbolift, though.

"Override," he snapped. A few seconds later, the turbolift opened, and Picard found himself looking at the reason the turbolift had been delayed.

Counselor Deanna Troi and Commander William Riker were currently locked at the lips in an obviously passionate kiss. In the meantime, Riker had his arms around Deanna in a sensual embrace. Deanna, meanwhile, had one arm on his shoulder and the other…well, considerably farther down covered it. In other words, Picard realized the relationship Riker had mentioned he'd had and broken off with Deanna had been resumed. Neither of them had noticed him, too focused on one another.

Until he walked into the turbolift and ordered it to go directly to sickbay. Quickly, the pair pulled apart, both blushing furiously.

"Ah, Counselor Troi, Number One. Hello," Picard greeted them each. Neither said anything, each certain that they had never been so embarrassed in their whole lives. Not only had their secret been discovered, but they'd been caught in the middle of it, by their captain no less.

The rest of the ride was awkward to say the least. The other two were too embarrassed to say anything verbally, they were too jarred to attempt telepathic communnication, and Picard didn't really feel like saying anything. As soon as he got to the level sickbay was on, he shot out of the turbolift.
Beverly awaited, after all.