Enterprise Models-7

"Now, now, Monsieur Pike. You have such lovely talent in your employ. What a shame this one has turned to espionage in her spare time."

Chris froze at the sound of the voice he'd never forget no matter how hard he tried. Nero had Jenna tied up and gagged, clutching her by the arm and phaser at her back. He was too paralyzed with shock too react at first. Despite the horribly fake French accent, Nero the fashion mogul and Nero the mass murderer were one and the same.

He'd walked backstage to give Jenna a pat on the back for her fantastic job and been met with this nightmare sight. Was history doomed to repeat itself. Would he inadvertently get another Kirk killed?

"Tell me what information she copied from this hard drive and I will not kill her."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He gritted out, which earned him a smack to the jaw.

Jenna made a frantic noise through the gag and wriggled against her bonds.

Nero noticed that and grinned evilly. "Oh, my. It seems she fancies you, Christopher. What a pity. Perhaps she will talk if it is YOUR life in the balance, no?"

Chris's mind raced with desperate diversionary tactics from the old agency days when another Romulan drew a phaser on him. What in the world was going on? He stared at Jenna intently, completely perplexed at why a very honest young woman should start

committing such shady deeds.

Nero ripped the gag off Jenna.

"You have one minute to confess, or Ayel here will shoot your precious boss to death."

Chris thanked his lucky stars that Nero didn't recognize him from their past, or both of them would have died on the spot. Weirdly enough, Jenna looked more frightened for him than she did herself. In fact, she'd opened her mouth to speak when...

"There won't be anyone confessing except you, Nero."

Jonathan Archer spoke in his most contempt filled authoritative tone that brought both relief and confusion to Chris.

Spock, Uhura, and Gaila stood there still dressed in their designer wardrobes aiming Agency issued, lethal looking phasers at the Romulans.

Chris narrowed his eyes at his old friend, but didn't dare move.

"Who are you to tell me what to do, puny human?" Nero sneered.

"The multiple counts of murder, fraud, and extortion you're being charged with. The FBI's been hunting you for a long time, Nero. Now we've got more than enough evidence to put you away for a long time."

"With only four of you, that is highly unlikely," Nero hissed.

"This place is crawling with agents, Nero. We come prepared. Now will you release Agent Kirk or will we need to test the new stun setting specially geared for large humanoids?" The four phasers never wavered.

"Agent Kirk?" Chris whispered fiercely, feeling his whole world come tumbling down with the realization that Jon had used him and broken his promise. All those great resumes he'd accepted three years ago were all cover stories, including Jenna, who was now looking very awkward.

Then Ayel made a move on Archer and the fight was on. Spock swiftly distracted Nero with a normal stun and freed Jamie, Gaila took on Ayel and Uhura covered them as more Romulans rushed in.

Not having a weapon, Chris found himself being dragged out of the scuffle under protest.

"What are you doing?" He yelled at McCoy. "I can still fight! I was doing takedowns while you were in grade school!"

"I'm sure you're capable, but Archer doesn't want you hurt. Sorry."

He deposited a very disgruntled, seething Christopher beside Hikaru Sulu in the lobby and went back to the fray.

"Sorry about this boss. We all know you're really a badass."

Chris leveled his best death glare at the man, shutting him up soundly.

"It's quite clear I was not your real boss at all. Are all of you Fed?" He said coldly, anger at his friend warring with the desire to shoot Nero himself.

Hikaru winced, but nodded. "Yep. He, uh, didn't tell us he knew you before. Just said you were a good guy he'd personally vetted for the undercover op."

Chris uttered some very impolite language besmirching Jon's parentage in response and Sulu didn't dare speak again.

After about twenty minutes, it appeared Nero and his men had been defeated.

Various dazed and restrained Romulans were being escorted outside by agents-both Chris's fake models and others Archer had obviously brought in to supplement them.

Last of all, came Jon, looking somewhat bruised carrying an unconscious Jenna.

Chris's fear got the best of him and he jumped up to check on her.

"She'll be alright," Jon muttered. "Caught a stray elbow in the fight. Sure did a number on Nero, though and Finally got justice for George."

"You're still a ******* ******* liar," Chris snarled, removing his jacket to drape over Jenna's shoulders. She had some explaining to do, but darn it if he was going to let her catch cold laying around in that slinky designer dress.

Thus the stage was set for an awkward confrontation.