Ok, thanks to all those who reviewed, I tried to reply to all of you, but I think a few slipped through the cracks and I'm sorry! Thanks to Pyro for helping me out with this chapter. As usual, the Standard disclaimer applies. Enjoy the chapter! And before i forget, my reading list has a story written by Amatista called Kin. Check it out and let her know who sent you!

Chapter Nine: Kisses and Heat…

"Nurse Hemmings, can you give the Doctor and I a few minutes," Cassia said quietly, staring at the pacing man before her. The office was a mess. The few objects that were on the desk were scattered on the floor. Electronic devices lay broken on the hard ground, some occasionally spitting sparks. Amongst it all, Bones waded through like a caged lion. The woman next to her nodded and went out of the room, waving her hand over the door sensor as she left. Cassia walked up to her doctor and touched his arm.

"Jim's having difficulty finding a way to get those Aliens back for what they did to you," he said, before turning to her.

His eyes were pleading and agonised, a swirl of tempest hazel that pleaded with her. Gently, she touched his cheek. "Leonard," she whispered raggedly. She pulled his head down to hers. At first he didn't respond, his lips like warm marble. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he pulled her against him, his lips pressing against hers. Control or the lack there of, was in his possession. It was like a storm, all furious uncontrollable passion. He pressed forward, backing her against the wall. Breaking away from her lips, he pressed angry kisses down her throat.

Swept away, Cassia found herself noticing odd things. The cold tiled floors against her bare feet, the itchy fabric of her scrubs against her skin and the harsh hard lines of the man pressed against her. Large calloused hands slid down her waist to her thighs. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around her waist instinctively. With a muffled groan, Bone's lips sought hers once more, his hand buried into her long hair.

"Cassia," he whispered raggedly as he pulled back for breath.

**

"I have no idea," Jim said exasperated, throwing the data pad onto his desk. Spock sat across him, cool and collected.

"It would be logical to leave this to Lieutenant Uhura. She is making an effort to learn about their customs intimately."

The captain leaned back into his chair and nodded. Although he loved wearing his gold uniform, Jim couldn't wait for the end of his shift before taking it off, leaving him in his black slacks and undershirt. His mind hurt. Even though he was smart, very smart if the Admiralty was asked, the complexity of the alien government escaped him. "Sure, sure," he sighed, cracking his neck. "I can't get my head around this anyway. When are you going to meld with Cassia again?"

"The Doctor thought it would be unwise to continue treatment, he did not seem willing to understand that I have locked certain memories that can only be released by me."

"It seems so strange that he came to me and you about the treatment and then decides against it. Let me go talk to him," Jim replied, his body slumped, exhausted. Spock nodded and rose from his chair, waiting for his captain to join him. With a painful groan, he hauled himself out of the chair. "I guess I'll go now then."

**

"Stupid authoritative hobgoblins!" Jim muttered, stalking down the halls. "He's not even captain and he's pushing me around." he stood still for a moment. "Hang on, I'm the Captain, I should be pushing him around, telling him what to do!" His shoulders slumped then. "All he'll do then is raise his eyebrow and I'll feel like I'm five! Stupid pointy eared bastard."

The Captain, too involved with his thoughts, knocked into a woman. With a grace that made him very well known, he caught her before she could fall to the ground. She was dressed in the standard female science uniform. He couldn't help but send a silent thank you to the man who designed the female outfits. The soft fabric moulded to her slender form. Chancing a glance down towards her legs, he had to hold in a groan at the long athletic length of them. In his mind, the male gods of women were being very kind. Looking back up, his sharp blue gaze was caught in her own electric blue ones. Short jagged hair framed a pixie smooth face, but that wasn't what captured his notice as he studied her features. No, it was the plump, pouty rose lips that had him panting like a dog in heat. How the hell did she manage to stay under his radar for so long?

"You can let me up now," Her breathy voice had Jim aching. Nodding, he swept her to a standing position, keeping his arms around her.

"Jim Kirk," he introduced. Her eyes warmed in amusement.

"That is something I am very aware of, Captain," she replied.

"Now that isn't very fair," he smirked. Her eyebrow raised in question. "You know my name, but I can't recall you saying yours." A smile played at her lips.

"Lieutenant Julie Patel, sir, I'm an environmental scientist under Commander Spock's command," she replied. "And if you'll excuse me, sir, but I do need to get these reports to him." In her hand, she held several data pads teeming with continuous writing. Disappointed that she couldn't chat for a little longer he nodded and stood back.

"I look forward to seeing you around, Julie," Giving her his Kirk Charmed half smile, he stepped to the side, letting her go. She nodded at him, smiling gratefully, before continuing down the halls, not aware of him staring after her. "Definitely look forward to seeing you around."

**

"No!"

Bones pulled away from her harshly. Cassia slid down the wall, hurt and confusion swirling in her honey coloured gaze. He looked at her apologetically, but remained several feet away from her.

"Why? I was trying…" struggling to finish her sentence, Cassia wrapped her arms around her knees. Tears stung her eyes.

"You…" he was struggling as much as her. "You're not my Cassia, not yet. And besides, I'm your doctor; I can't be going around kissing my patients."

Stifling a sob, she got up and rushed out of the room, knocking into someone as the door opened.