45. Jail
Spock sank to his knees and rested, sending one last look at the barred window. He had to admit there might have been someā¦irritation in said look, but even a Vulcan would be slightly affected by such a situation. He was becoming increasingly aware that landing in cells such as the one he currently found himself was a regular part of his job. Whether or not it was his Captain's fault, they did seem to be incarcerated quite often. For someone who went through much of his life without so much as a reprimand, Spock had become quite a trouble magnet; no doubt a result of his proximity to humans.
Looking from his own cell to the one next to it, he had to bite down a call. He'd been trying to make contact with his friend for a hour and fifteen-point-thirty three minutes and if Jim hadn't responded yet then there was a good chance he wouldn't this time. Spock could see just a little bit of Jim's shoulder and head from around the corner but couldn't see the extent of his injuries or whether or not his violent cell mate had remained or fled.
Spock stood to head back to the window and looked over the bars. He had to get out of there. The Vulcan paused. He'd been incarcerated in seventy eight jail cells during his time on the Enterprise.
Fascinating.
