A/N: Huge apologies for the delay in updating. I have been going through a very rough emotional period right now in my life which made me put a halt to writing. Hopefully I'm back now though! So enjoy this extra long chapter.

That night, after a good six or seven hours of sleep, Fiona woke and took a nice sonic shower. The sonic shower was one of her favorite things she had come to love on board Voyager. The pulsating tones that just evaporated the dirt and grime off her body was to die for.

Once that was done with, she slipped into pajamas and a soft, blue robe. Tonight she wanted to wind down. No duties, no company. Just her and the stars and maybe a book. She had recently begun reading a book called "A Study in Scarlet." Suggested to her by Tuvok, according to the Vulcan it was "remarkably logical… for human literature." It was a detective novel through and through. Fiona was thoroughly enjoying Sherlock Holmes' first novel by sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Fiona retrieved the book from her night stand next to her bed and walked out into her common room. She sat down, curled up on the couch in her blue silk robe and cracked open the book.

Buzz.

She sighed at the sound of the door chime. Who would be calling at this hour? It was nearly midnight on board.

"It's open," she invited.

The door slid wide and in walked Shara. In his hands was a plate of food and a drink: chocolate chip pancakes and milk. He smiled softly.

"You missed lunch and dinner," he explained, setting down the food and sitting opposite her on a chair. "I thought I'd bring you something not replicated."

Fiona smiled at him. "Thanks. It looks delicious!"

"I talked to Harry and Tom tonight when they came to the mess hall," Shara began. "Turns out it wasn't Starfleet after all."

Fiona's heart sank, but not unexpectedly. "Really? What was the signal then?"

"They aren't really sure." He stood up, took the book from her hands, and shoved a fork in it's place. "Eat."

Fiona rolled her eyes but sat up and began to eat the pancakes. "If they aren't sure, what are they going to do about it?"

"Investigate of course," Shara smirked at her. "Tom and Harry and Chakotay are taking the Delta Flyer out tomorrow. Voyager has been hidden behind a moon."

"Hidden from what?" Fiona was intrigued now as she dug into her chocolate chip pancakes and drank her perfectly chilled milk. "What's out there?"

Shara leaned in. "There's some kind of space station, or installation. According to Tom, the rotating shields should mask their approach in the Flyer, and they hope to take some better readings. But, one thing's for certain. It isn't Starfleet." Shara paused. "A Study in Scarlet. What's this about?"

Fiona was thrown off by his change of topic for a moment before responding. "It's a detective novel from late nineteenth century Earth. Commander Tuvok suggested it to me."

"Nice." Shara nodded before leaning in again. "But anyways, it's all very mysterious. Who would be making Starfleet transmissions out in the Delta Quadrant."

"Sherlock Holmes would figure it out," Fiona smirked.

Shara cocked his head in confusion before he nodded. "Sure." He stood to go. "I'll leave you be then. I've got to get to bed. I'm exhausted."

"Good night, Shara," Fiona smiled. "Thank you for the food!"

As he left, Fiona reached over and grabbed her book from where he'd set it down on the glass table. She opened it to where it had been left off.

"CHAPTER VII. LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS.

"The intelligence with which Lestrade greeted us was so momentous and so unexpected, that we were all three fairly dumfoundered."

She continued reading for another hour or so. The low level lights pleasantly cast shadows across her sitting room and she loved the touch of her silk robe on her skin. But soon she felt herself slowly drifting to sleep on the couch and closed her book. Recycling the plate and glass in the replicator, she slowly meandered into her bedroom and shut the door. With a huff, she climbed into bed and sunk deep into the comfort of the sheets. She was out within minutes.

In the wee hours of the morning, around six, her door sounded. Fortunately she had been up and about already, clothed still in pjs and her silk robe. She went and opened the door, running a hand through her hair, expecting to see Tom, or Harry, or Shara and Myral. But instead it was Commander Chakotay.

"Good morning, cadet," he nodded.

She looked up at him in surprise. "Commander!"

"Captain wants you on shift on the bridge. We're stationary right now and she wants to observe your progress with Lieutenant Paris on an away mission." He smiled at her surprised reaction.

She nodded. "Of course, sir! I'll be right up!"

With a nod, Chakotay left her to change and get ready. Fiona turned and all but ran into her room to change into her uniform, leaving her pajamas and robe in a bundle on her unmade bed as she pulled on her socks and then boots. She was so flustered when she could only find one white sock and one black sock, but she supposed it didn't really matter.

At last she slapped on her combadge and headed out the door. Down the hall she walked, hurrying to the turbolift.

"Paris to Cadet Bishop."

Fiona answered as she stepped inside the lift. "Bishop here. Go ahead Tom."

"Good luck in the chair today. I hope the Captain goes easy on you."

"Don't get yourself killed," she replied with a soft smile. "I'd hate to take your job that way."

"See you for training tomorrow."

The turbolift finally opened on the bridge and Fiona, arms behind her back, walked inside. The nightshift commander was still briefing the Captain on what had been going on that night, so Fiona wasn't late. She walked up to Conn and relieved the ensign who was there.

As she settled into her chair, she looked over and saw Lieutenant Ayala at Ops and Tuvok at Tactical. Tuvok nodded to her, perhaps sensing her apprehension. She flashed him a small smile before turning to her console.

"Chakotay to Bridge. We are ready for departure."

"Go ahead Commander," Janeway responded. "Good luck."

Fiona watched out the view screen. Moments later, the Delta Flyer went zooming away around the other side of the moon. She smiles softly the herself. Someday that would be her flying the Flyer, or so she could dream.

"Cadet, I'd like to see you in my ready room," Janeway smiled and gestured, catching Fiona completely off guard and pulling her from her musings.

"Aye, sir." Fiona nodded, shooting up out of her console and letting an Ensign take over.

Janeway took a seat at her desk. "Sit down, Miss Bishop."

Fiona sat down quickly, almost too quickly based on the laughter playing at the Captain's lips. But she was with her captain right now. This was serious business!

"Fiona," Janeway started. "May I call you that?"

She nodded. "Of course, sir."

With a hand, Janeway shook her head. "Captain works fine."

"Aye s-, Captain," Fiona nodded.

"How have you been, Fiona?" Janeway smiled at her. "Tom Paris reports your training sessions have been quite fruitful."

"He's a good teacher," Fiona smiled. "Most days."

The Captain nodded. "Are you enjoying it?"

Fiona shrugged. "It's fine, Captain."

"Speak freely, cadet. That's an order." Janeway got up and replicated herself some coffee. "Do you want anything?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Fiona shook her head.

Janeway sat down at her desk again. The red haired woman looked Fiona in the eyes. "Now tell me, truthfully. Are you enjoying life here. Are you glad you came aboard?"

"Training is good, yes. I'd give anything to fly the actual Delta Flyer though." Fiona shrugged. "As for life in general? Yes I'm enjoying it. I have few regrets about coming aboard."

"That's good to hear," Janeway nodded. "As for piloting the Delta Flyer, Tom Paris has expressed similar feelings. As soon as it's safe, I plan to let you shadow Lieutenant Paris on the next away mission."

Fiona's face visibly brightened, instantly excited. "That would be amazing!"

"I have been very pleased with your progress, and the progress of your peers." Janeway nodded, standing at gesturing towards the door. "You, Myral, and Shara are all being helpful, contributing members of Voyager's crew, which is more than most thought would happen."

"Glad to be helpful, Captain." Fiona smiled and nodded as they walked into the bridge.

Janeway nodded. "Take your station."