Ch 6-A Clear Shot

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek Voyager or any of the actors and actresses from the show. I also do not make any money from this story, and I'm pretty sure I couldn't if I tried; alas.

Rating: T, nothing too bad, a few curse words here and there when needed.

Warning: This story has a focus on a relationship between two adult women, if you don't like that or it is illegal where you live to read this sort of thing, please hit the back button now.

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"I've got something!" Harry's shout startled the other three occupants of the room before propelling them into feverish action. "Help me get a hold of this thing." Harry squinted at the fuzzy image on the screen. He couldn't see anything distinguishing about it. "Seven can you clear this up?"

Seven frowned as she worked, "I am trying." Command after command was typed in with no obvious effect. Seven quickly opened a second application and looked up in surprise. "Someone is negating my commands; it is not a computer program."

B'Elanna's head ducked down closer to her console, "I'm on it!" B'Elanna continued to glance up frequently at the static filled image on Harry's screen. "Someone is entering commands from another station in the vicinity; I'm trying to track it down."

Harry nodded and continued to run scans and diagnostics of every variety while they still had part of the communications log in their sights. "We're losing it!"

B'Elanna suddenly stopped working and looked up in surprise, "The commands are coming from Astrometrics station two."

Chakotay stood up in alarm before looking over at Harry, "Ensign step away from your console."

Harry looked up in surprise before looking back at his console. "No, I almost have the command codes that are being used, if I stop now we'll lose them!" Harry's hands continued to fly over his screen.

B'Elanna snarled at her young friend, "I never thought you were the type, traitor!" Quickly tapping her comm. badge the engineer snapped, "Torres to security we've got him."

"Harry if you're not the traitor, please, step away from your console!" Chakotay quickly stepped up to Harry as Tuvok and his security team arrived.

Harry shook his head before freezing at the information displayed on his screen. Looking up Harry pointed at Chakotay, "They're your command codes, you're the traitor Commander!"

Chakotay bristled at the accusation. "You must have planted them there!"

"It is clearing up," Seven shouted above the argument as security swarmed around both Harry Kim and Chakotay.

On the screen was a Jefferies Tube junction, no distinctive markings could be seen to tell them exactly where inside of Voyager the transmission had been sent from. On screen was part of a uniform, from the shoulder to the wrist. The streak of gold on the shoulder was the only distinctive markings on the person. Seven quickly memorized all the details away while the computer made extra copies of the seven milliseconds worth of the log. As suddenly as it had appeared, it disappeared.

"See?" Chakotay said while pointing to the saved image on the screen. "I'm not in operations, I'm not the traitor!"

"Commander, Ensign, please calm down and listen." Tuvok called everyone's attention to himself as he tapped away at console two. "These commands were not planted here, and they are indeed Commander Chakotay's command codes. However, they have been input from this station. Due to this evidence, I will need to take you both into custody until we can figure out who the guilty party is. The evidence will lead us to the perpetrator."

Once Tuvok stopped B'Elanna immediately looked over at Seven. "What happened to the log?"

"When the commands stopped, a computer program was activated. The program has 'run its course'," Seven looked at the concerned engineer, "we have…lost it."