Garak was wary when both Constable Odo and Kira Nerys entered his tailor shop together. He was concerned that they were there to hound him the way they loved to team up and hound Quark. Nearly the entire station knew of his background by now, much to his chagrin. He waited for the good cop bad cop routine to begin, but to his enormous relief, Kira appeared to be genuinely interested in some of the dresses he had on display and Odo was not in his stiff Constable stance.

"May I be of assistance?" he used the smile reserved for business.

"Actually, yes," Odo stepped up to the counter. "Nerys and I are going to use the holosuites in a few minutes and we need particular clothing."

"Couldn't you just ask the computer to replicate period clothing? What exactly is the program? Do you need swimwear for the Risa program or lingerie for something more intimate?" his grin became wicked.

Kira rolled her eyes, "It's not that kind of program, Garak! Odo and I were more interested in role-playing a crime mystery like one of his novels. It would be good practice and fun. The program takes place in Earth's past."

"The Prohibition Era to be exact," Odo clarified. "1930's in the city of Chicago."

"I'm afraid I'm not an expert on human history or style. Let me call up Julian."

"No that won't be-"

"Computer, locate and summon Julian Bashir!"

Odo clicked his tongue in irritation, but it was too late now. Julian wasn't far from Garak's shop and Miles was with him. They must have been using the holosuites themselves in Quark's bar. Odo and Kira explained everything they knew about the program.

"Oh, the Prohibition Era in America!" Julian's eyes bulged. "That was an insane time!"

"Why is that?" Odo asked.

"They tried to ban all alcohol. It was an absolute disaster! Chicago in particular was notorious for gangs that smuggled and sold it anyway. It caused so much crime and murders that even the government eventually gave up and repealed the law!"

"Sounds interesting !" Kira exclaimed.

"Sounds like a bureaucratic nightmare to me!" Odo groaned. "Maybe we should pick a different program?"

"You'll probably be hunting down a fictional version of Al Capone," Miles spoke up. "I doubt the program writer will have you filling out paper work, Odo. They are supposed to be fun!"

"Maybe."

"I imagine you two will be detectives trying to solve a mob murder. Garak, I would go with trench coats and hats! That is unless- Kira- Did you want something more-uh-" Julian stammered.

"I am going as Odo's partner, not his date tonight," she turned to Garak, "Do you have trench coats?"

"As a matter of fact, I do! It's a bit of a shame, though. I thought the 1920's dress I made for you on your anniversary date in Paris was splendid! I have something even better waiting for you, Major!"

"Maybe next time. I love your work, Garak. I hope you know that."

"Are you blushing gray?" Julian laughed at his Cardassian friend.

"No! Of course not!" he snapped in response and quickly fled to fetch product for his loyal customers.

Odo and Kira tried on the trench coats in the dressing rooms. That is, Kira tried on the clothing Garak brought her and Odo shifted to copy her. They had never worn such costumes before. She was surprised at how long the coat was cut. It covered absolutely everything and had so many pockets and places to hide things! She turned to Odo and was stunned by how handsome he looked. The long coat made him appear taller and the hat looked particularly good on him. As usual, he was oblivious to the admiring look she flashed him. He was too busy complaining.

"These sorts of coats would certainly be banned from the station if they weren't already a thing of the past!" he said. "Talk about suspicious wear! You could hide an entire arsenal of weapons in these!"

"Oh, I don't know. I kind of like how it looks on you."

He finally noticed how she was looking at him. He removed her hat and shoved it over her face playfully, making her giggle and feisty.

"Do you like it better than the tuxedo?"

"No. I still think that looked best on you. This might be a close second."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"How do I look?"

"Turn around. Give me the full view!"

She spun around a little too quickly. Her hat threatened to fall off. Odo looked unimpressed.

"It hides too much of you," he pouted.

"It's not supposed to be sexy wear, Odo. At least it's very warm and comfortable," she hugged herself. "Didn't the program call Chicago the windy city? Maybe the people wore these for protection."

"That and because everyone was carrying primitive but efficient guns."

"We should practice firing ancient earth weapons for a few minutes before we start the main program," Kira suggested.

"Good idea."

While they still had a moment of privacy, Kira gave him a peck on the lips, reminding him how handsome he looked. Odo kissed her back but made a point to deepen the kiss. Then they stepped out of the dressing room.

"You won't look out of place," Julian approved, "except for those boots, Major. It's the only thing the coat doesn't quite cover and the color red stands out."

"Oh, yes, thank you, Julian! I have a better pair I can fetch from my quarters really quick."

"I admit, I wish we could join you," Miles said.

"Unacceptable!" Odo puffed up.

The Starfleet humans ducked away sheepishly. Kira paid Garak a generous amount and he threw in a pair of boots.

"Oh, Garak, you don't have to-"

"You don't want to be late for your appointment," Garak said softly. "Quark will charge you extra if you are late. Do you need anything else?"

"If I had more time, I'd take a peek at this dress you are designing for me. Also," she leaned in close to him and scowled a little, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't go around telling people at the bar what else I purchase here!"

He almost cracked a joke that she had never paid for his silence, but Garak was a little too intimidated. Kira had assaulted him before when she first found out about his relationship with Ziyal. She was a Bajoran woman and had a small frame, but he was amazed at how much strength she displayed when she grabbed him and threw him against the wall of his shop. He had also read her file. She had killed many Cardassians with close quarters combat alone.

"I promise that not another word shall pass my lips."

"We'll hold you to that!" Odo had crept silently near his ear and startled him.

"Yes, sir!"

The couple relished making him uncomfortable. Kira snatched the boots from the counter and followed Odo out the door.

"I have a feeling we are going to crush this program!" she said with mischief in her voice.