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Hello…

Out there!!!!!

Here is the first chapter of the guys' point of view. I switched to 3rd person POV for this one. So I hope it doesn't cause too much confusion. This is just an intro chapter to their tomfoolery. There's chocolate for Spock and botanical brownies (clearing throat) made by Sulu. I'm sure you know that no good can come from any of those two things. Stay tuned and as usual. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: They belong to Paramount.

Chapter 10

"Good Morning Enterprise. This is your Captain, the following crew members are to report to a mandatory briefing in my quarters at 1900 hours:

Commander Spock

Lieutenant Commander McCoy

Ensign Chekov

Lieutenant Sulu

Lieutenant Commander Scott

Kirk out."

Jim returned to his non formal position at the desk.

Feet propped.

Head back.

Attempting to touch his nose with his tongue.

The doors to Captain's ready room quickly opened to reveal Yeoman Rand. She had returned to her standard uniform. He couldn't take his eyes off her legs. The thought of her lips on his were a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen. She was lovely and Jim had fight to keep his composure. He noticed that Janice was avoiding direct eye contact with him.

"Good morning Captain."

"Good morning Janice."

He was careful to soften his tone when he said her name. Jim swore he saw the woman shiver a little at the sound of her name on his lips.

"Here are the Federation files for review. You have a comm. scheduled with Admiral Pike in an hour. Do you need any coffee? Water?"

"Have a seat Janice, please." That time he forced her to lock eyes with him.

The woman sat apprehensively, keeping her gaze steady on the Captain.

"I would like to apologize." Before she could wave him off, Kirk was out of his seat and in front of her grabbing the hand dancing in the air. "I've been extremely rude. Whether it was running from you or providing unwanted attention."

"The attention was wanted."

By the look on her face, he could tell she didn't mean to say that.

"Let's start over."

Janice nodded. Her eyes were bright and full of hope. "Okay."

Unsure of what to say next, Jim stood with a painted on smile and a pounding heartbeat in his ears. "Maybe we can have lunch one day."

"I would like that." Janice stood and hurried off to fix him a cup of coffee.

Once she left the office, Jim let out a deep breath and collapsed in his chair. He didn't like the idea of being on the defensive. James T. Kirk was a predator, constantly on the prowl for the next conquest and right now he'd been thrown into a situation where he was the prey. No, tonight's briefing was a cover for the boys' poker game and they were going to take control.

Sulu was off smelling daisies with Nurse Chapel.

Bones was enjoying overnight stays with Lieutenant Uhura.

Spock looked like a lost puppy now that Lieutenant Uhura moved on to Bones.

Scotty had entirely too much liquor not to share and few too many interludes with the female ensigns of engineering.

Well, poor Chekov. Was the boy still a virgin? He needed to get laid.

"It's time for a power shift!"

When Jim left his office, Uhura shot him quick thumbs up and he cursed under his breath because he was actually excited that progress had been made with Rand. This day could not pass fast enough.

The cool kids left the bridge at 1600 hours. Jim hurried to the lift with Spock, Sulu, and Chekov before Uhura could get a foot in the door. He threw an authoritative look towards the gentleman before he exited on the third level and headed to Bones' quarters. He found his best friend and medical expert sleep at his desk when he crossed the room's threshold.

"You've got to be kidding me?"

Bones jolted from his sleeping position and wiped the slob from the corner of his mouth.

"What the hell Jim? I had the no entry command set."

"I'm the Captain remember. Get the hell up. Gather the cigars and Jack."

"The answer would be hell no. I have plans." Bones ignored Jim while gathering the PADDS scattered across his desk.

"No you do not. The briefing is mandatory." Jim said refusing to take no for an answer.

"I'm a doctor, not a pie. I have other plans you self absorbed ass hat." The doctor's irritation with his friend was obvious.

Practically yelling, Jim responded, "Mandatory. As in disciplinary action if you do not attend."

"You wouldn't?"

"Try me Bones."

With a wink Jim turned and headed out the door. Bones threw a boot that caught the Captain in the head before the door closed.

"If you bring Cubans I'll forgive that little error in judgment."

Bones responding hand gesture made Jim smile as the doors closed.

When Jim's door chimed at 1859 hours he knew that it could only be the ship's first officer. The door opened revealing Commander Spock holding a box of silver wrapped bars. He quickly unloaded the box into Jim's arms and made his way into the Captain's quarters.

"A box of chocolate is the equivalent to a case of beer, if I am correct."

Jim broke the box open and threw a bar in Spock's direction, "Loosen up. That's an order."

The rest of the guys spilled in.

Chekov carrying a bottle of Russian vodka that weighed more than him.

Scotty with two jugs of Romulan Ale and a tray of Buffalo wings that he'd begged for from the chef in the dining hall.

"Excuse me, Mr. Scott, buffalos do not have wings." Spock stated emphatically.

Jim threw another bar in the first officer's direction, "Eat it now!"

Bones spilled into the room with a bottle of Jack and two boxes of Cubans. "If you cost me another night with Nyota…" At that moment the doctor caught sight of Spock nibbling on the chocolate bar and decided that his statement was best left unfinished.

Sulu was the last to join the party. He carried a tray of brownies and nodded in agreement when Jim asked if they were his special botanical recipe.

"Gentleman, I've called you here today, because we have a serious situation on our hands."

Bones sighed.

Sulu bit a brownie.

Chekov blinked in total confusion.

Scotty took the top of the first jug of ale.

Spock was on his fourth chocolate bar.

"I'm instituting operation grow a pair."