Morning arrived, and the Enterprise had entered orbit with Zorrous. Captain Kirk had informed Starfleet Command of the events that occurred late last night, on Deck 5. Both Captain Kirk and Spock decided that Dr. McCoy deserved to know what was going on.

Dr. McCoy was in his light blue bathrobe sitting in his rocking chair, rocking Julia, who was sleeping still. Dr. McCoy couldn't help but smile at her. She was an absolute miracle to him. Dr. McCoy had given birth to Julia after Spock recommended a treatment on Vulcan, when he was suffering from depression of not having his own child. He had another daughter, Joanna, but she was back on earth and lived with her mother and stepfather.

Dr. McCoy looked up from smiling at Julia, when he heard a buzz at his quarters' door. Captain Kirk and Spock entered in, and he smiled again.

"Good morning, you two," Dr. McCoy spoke, softly, with a friendly smile.

"Hi, Bones," Captain Kirk answered, tired. He couldn't fall asleep all night long; how could he, when he knew that there might be some crazed killer on his ship?

Dr. McCoy looked at Captain Kirk with concern in his eyes.

"Jim, what's wrong," Dr. McCoy questioned, concerned for his dear friend.

"Bones…I'm afraid I have some very…sad news to tell you." Captain Kirk answered, softly.

"What, Jim," Dr. McCoy asked.

"Last night on Deck 5...Ensign Mitchell was murdered." Captain Kirk broke the news, softly.

"Murdered," Dr. McCoy gasped.

"Correct, Doctor," Spock answered.

"Oh…Jim…I'm so sorry," Dr. McCoy answered, sympathetically.

"It's not your fault, Bones…it was whoever killed him who's guilty." Captain Kirk answered.

"Ensign Mitchell didn't do anything to hurt anyone; why would someone wanna kill him?" Dr. McCoy questioned.

"I don't know, Bones…I just don't know,"

"Would you like me to do anything, Jim?"

"No…you take care of your daughter…she needs her daddy to love her and protect her."

"Of course, Jim,"

"Doctor, did you hear or see anything suspicious that occurred from 3-3:15 AM, last night?" Spock questioned.

"Nothing besides the fact I had to get up and feed Julia, though…I did hear someone walking down the halls outside my door." Dr. McCoy answered.

"Someone walking," Spock questioned.

"No one walks past my door during the night, unless it's one of the doctors or nurses from Sickbay…but something didn't feel right about this person. Had it been someone from Sickbay, I would've heard them talking about medical work. This person didn't say a single thing; he stopped what I think was in front of my door for a long while, then continued walking off."

"You think the murderer was walking around up here, last night?" Captain Kirk questioned.

"I don't know, Jim…possibly; it was late, and I only heard it. I could've simply just have been hearing things." Dr. McCoy answered.

Captain Kirk nodded.

"I'll keep what you said in mind, anyways. Thank you, Bones." Captain Kirk answered.

Julia began to fuss and cry. Dr. McCoy looked down at her, smiled, and rocked and hushed her.

"Oh…is someone hungry…huh?" Dr. McCoy cooed.

Julia continued to cry.

"Jim, hand me that bottle over there, will you?" Dr. McCoy questioned.

Captain Kirk grabbed the bottle off of Dr. McCoy's shelf and handed it to him.

"Thank you," Dr. McCoy answered, and began feeding Julia and smiling at her.

Captain Kirk gave a small smile at Dr. McCoy; he was glad to know something was going well on his ship, in the meanwhile. The door opened, and Scotty walked in. He looked exhausted and had bags under his eyes.

"I'm guessing you didn't get much sleep, either." Captain Kirk answered.

"No, Captain; Sabrina wouldn't stop crying and woke me up with these God awful shrieks she made. I assumed she was dreaming of what happened, last night." Scotty answered.

"I'm sorry, Scotty," Dr. McCoy answered, kindly.

Scotty looked over at Captain Kirk, wondering how Dr. McCoy knew what he was talking about.

"I told Dr. McCoy, Scotty; he deserved to know." Captain Kirk answered.

"Oh, aye, of course, Captain," Scotty replied.

"Do you have a guess on who it might be?" Dr. McCoy questioned.

"Not a clue, Bones; whoever did it obviously wants to threaten us in some way for some reason." Captain Kirk answered.

"Which would be what, Captain?" Scotty questioned.

"I don't know,"

"Captain, I think it would be appropriate, if we had a meeting about the events of last night." Spock commented.

"Yes, you're exactly right, Spock." Captain Kirk answered. He turned back to Dr. McCoy, worried to leave him alone.

"You gonna be alright by yourself, Bones?" Captain Kirk questioned; he was more than unsatisfied with leaving his best friend by himself, when some killer was running around on the ship.

"Would you feel better, if I had Mr. Sulu come in here and stay with me for the day?" Dr. McCoy asked.

"That would be better, yes," Captain Kirk answered. Captain Kirk opened his communicator to contact Sulu.

"Mr. Sulu, this is Captain Kirk," Captain Kirk began.

"Captain, what can I do for you?" Sulu questioned.

"Would you mind spending the day with Dr. McCoy? I feel highly uncomfortable leaving him by himself."

"Sure, but why, Captain,"

"Ensign Mitchell was murdered on Deck 5 late last night."

"Oh no…Captain, I'm so sorry,"

"It's not your fault, Mr. Sulu."

"Well, I'm right outside Dr. McCoy's doors, right now. I was actually heading there anyways to drop off some papers for him. Records for him to know how everything's going in Sickbay." Sulu answered.

"Alright, Mr. Sulu; Kirk out,"

Captain Kirk put away his communicator, and Sulu came in.

"Good morning, Dr. McCoy," Sulu answered, kindly.

Dr. McCoy gave a small smile.

"Morning, Mr. Sulu," Dr. McCoy replied.

Satisfied knowing someone was with Dr. McCoy, Captain Kirk left with Spock and Scotty to go round up Dr. M'Benga to have a meeting of what had happened, last night.