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Chapter 2 – Missing

Kirk's eyes opened slowly to the world. It took a few seconds of fluttering his eyelids to get the haze and blurriness to melt away and his vision to go clear again. One thing he realized right away, he didn't recognize his surroundings.

This wasn't the first time this had happened to him. Wake up, had way too much to drink and find himself in someone's bed or on someone's floor. It was always scary, not being able to recall how you arrived in your current location and who had brought you there. Anything could have happened between that time and the very last memory of downing a drink.

The more Jim came to his senses he realized with horror this wasn't a bad night at the bar. For when he tried to stretch or move his arms he found them to be tightly secured behind his back, with his wrists restrained. Quickly realizing his ankles were in the same situation as well. 'What the hell was going on?' his mind screamed. 'Who had him? What did they want? Did they know he was a Federation Captain?' Too many questions, not enough answers.

Taking a deep breath, Kirk tried to calm his nerves. He couldn't start to panic now, that wouldn't solve anything. It would just end up leaving him exhausted and not mentally or physically prepared for what was to come.

Glancing around he realized quickly he was in a small room, and from the sound coming off the walls he was in a small shuttle. There was nothing in sight that he could use to escape from his current predicament. He then proceeded to try and recollect his last memory.

The bar, a beer bottle coming at his face, a chick crying over someone, McCoy lying on the ground. Then it hit Jim like a ton of bricks. The last memory was that of Bones being on the ground knocked unconscious and two figures standing before him. His memory was a bit scattered, and from that Jim had the sneaky feeling he had been drugged. But what really concerned him over everything else, what had happened to Bones? Was his friend still lying there, or was he in the same shuttle being hauled to some unknown location.

Jim wondered if maybe it was the guys from the bar that was taking their revenge for the beating at the bar. This was a bit of an extreme but then again they could be one of those that held a serious grudge.

The sound of the door hissing made the announcement of his captors walking into the small room. Struggling to get a glance he twisted his neck to see who had come in. Walking into his field of vision Kirk's stomach dropped. This was definitely not one of the guys from the bar. This male was built like a brick house, and looked like one single punch from him would knock you into next week. Scanning him up and down, it didn't escape him that he held a hypo in his large hand.

"Look," wetting his lips, "I think you're making a big mistake here."

The scary thing was the man didn't say a single word, he just walked up and before Jim could even mutter a single word the man slammed the hypo into his neck. It was only mere seconds before the drug took effect and Kirk found it useless to try and struggle as darkness claimed him once again.

They were cursed. Lt. Uhura was convinced and nobody could deter her away from that assumption. Somewhere down the line someone or something had put a curse on them. Nothing ever seemed to go right for the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise.

If one of them wasn't kidnapped then it was either somebody getting poisoned, stabbed, shot, thrown off a cliff, eaten by a monster nobody knew existed, or just a good beat down. The list sadly continued on, and was still being added to and probably be something new they never heard of next month.

Those were the risks everybody knew about when enlisting into Starfleet. It just seemed to the communications officer that trouble found them like they had a huge neon sign directly over their heads. There had to be other ships that never saw this kind of action like they did. The very idea though of leaving the Enterprise, departing the crew that she now referred as a family, was just plain unacceptable.

"This is the place."

Nyota Uhura hadn't realized she was in her own little world until Sulu had interrupted her train of thought by telling her they had arrived at their destination.

She glanced up at the building, "Are you sure this is where McCoy's signal is? This can't be right."

"His signal hasn't moved, and there is only one way to find out." Sulu responded to Uhura's question.

Uhura couldn't believe they were even there. McCoy and Kirk hadn't showed back up on their scheduled time, which drew concern immediately. Not wanting to over-react, the crew gave them a two hour window. If they didn't show up or even make contact in that time period the acting Captain would send a team to investigate. Thus, the reason the two stood in front of the structure.

The two Starfleet Officers spoke no more as they entered the hospital building. When they walked inside a woman greeted them who was sitting at a desk facing the doors. She smiled as she saw the two approaching her, "Hi there. How can I help you?"

"Yes," Uhura speaking up, "We wanted to see if you have a patient by the name of Leonard McCoy?" Both watched intently as the woman began punching something into the computer which she then nodded her head as she finished up and glanced up.

"We do," reaching over she pressed a button, "Jack here will take you to his room."

"Thank you." Sulu responded.

"No problem, this hospital is huge and if you don't know your way around you'd certainly get lost."

A young man appeared from a doorway from behind the desk and Sulu and Uhura started to follow but then Uhura stopped and turned around. "By chance, could you see if there is also a James Kirk here that possibly was brought here with McCoy?"

The woman nodded her head and with in a few seconds she shook her head, "I'm sorry there is no name in our database. Would he go by something else possibly?"

"I doubt it, thank you, though." Uhura then turned back around and followed the young man and Sulu.

After taking lefts and rights and walking down long corridors, Uhura was thankful someone was there to show them the way. She was very convinced they would have been lost after the first few turns. The woman was not kidding when she said this hospital was gigantic.

"Here you go." Without waiting to be acknowledged or thanked the man turned around and walked away leaving the two to walk into the room.

The two had just arrived to see a doctor shinning a light into McCoy's eyes.

"Dr. McCoy. We need you to wake up for us." The doctor continued not even paying attention to Lt. Uhura and Lt. Sulu. "Welcome back, do you know where you are, who you are?"

From where Uhura was standing she could barely hear McCoy, but she heard the laughter in the doctor's voice as he responded. "Glad you remember that."

The doctor put his light back into his pocket and walked over, before he could even begin introducing himself or ask if the two were here for the patient Uhura was asking questions.

"What happened to him, is he okay? Do you know if anybody was with him?"

The doctor smiled at the concern for the young man in the bed, "He was found in alleyway alone. It appeared someone hit him in the back of the skull effectively knocking him out and giving him a nasty concussion. I can only tell you the extent of his injuries."

"Meaning?" asked Sulu.

"Well, with head trauma you can never tell. We know that he has some swelling from the concussion but we won't know until he is fully awake then will learn the full extent, if any, injury he might have. He might have slight memory loss or be completely fine. He will be dizzy and have a headache that would make a hangover a walk in the park, but, in due time he'll be back to his regular self. We'll keep him a little longer until we are sure that there is no extended damage. Anymore questions?"

"No, thank you, doctor." Sulu responded as Uhura only could give a small nod. The doctor took his leave and left the room.

Neyota walked over and sat down next to the hospital bed, grabbing McCoy's hand into hers. "How are we going to find Kirk?"

Sulu came and stood besides Uhura and shook his head. "Wait, that's all we can do."

"I just hope he can last that long."

The two became silent as they were lost in their own thoughts, waiting for the one person who might know where the Captain of the Enterprise was.

(Few Minutes Earlier)

Consciousness slowly came back to one Leonard McCoy. He felt somebody lifting his eyelids and shining a light in them. Somebody was trying to arouse him but all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. Then he felt a boney hand rubbing his chest, and a voice calling out to him. How annoying that this person wanted him to wake up, he could have a few more minutes.

"Dr. McCoy. We need you to wake up for us."

His eyes groggily opened and at first blurred vision was all he could see, barely making out the person standing over him. Finally blinking a few times McCoy was able to focus clearly enough this person that was annoying him.

"Welcome back, do you know where you are, who you are?"

Eyebrows frowning, he blinked a bit too long before he felt another shake to make sure he wasn't slipping into unconsciousness again, he finally responded.

"I'm a doctor, you prick."

"Glad you remember that," with a hint of laughter in his voice his voice then became distanced as he was speaking to someone else in the room.

"No, thank you doctor." He heard a voice respond and then silence filled the room. 'Finally,' McCoy thought, 'some peace and quiet, he could find some much needed sleep.' Then he suddenly felt somebody grasp his hand, give it a tight squeeze, and then relax in his.

His tired mind started wondering what they were so concerned about, what had happened that they needed him awake. Why did he, of all people, need a doctor? Leonard McCoy tried to remember what happened to put him in such a predicament but that only seemed to zap more energy. He'd just have to try and remember next time he woke up. Hope whoever was in the room thinking he was going to wake up didn't get to mad that he took another nap. Slowly but surely consciousness was once again was lost to McCoy.

TBC…

;) I don't think I need to say it, you know what authors love. Till next chapter, which will be the fun one!