Captain Malcolm Reed paced the bridge. His crew would watch him go back and forth, from the tactical station to communications. They could have sworn that he was making a hole in the deck.
"Captain?" interrupted Lieutenant Mayweather.
"Yes?" Reed answered, quickly turning to face his Armory officer.
"I think that you've done enough pacing for today."
Reed sighed. Lt. Mayweather was right again. "Alright. I'll be in my ready room. Commander T'Len?" Reed called out, beckoning the attention of his Vulcan science officer, "You have the con."
*~*~*
Lieutenant Hoshi Sato walked in the mess hall, and looked around. There was no one around, but that was expected, for it was midnight.
//I guess I'll just help myself.// she thought, and headed over to the galley.
She opened the doors to find a fellow crewman. "Mr. Tucker!" she called out, "I thought I was all alone in here."
The man turned around. "Oh, hello ma'm. I'm just cleaning up in here. Chef's meatloaf isn't exactly the easiest thing to clean up."
Hoshi walked over to him. "Here Ensign, let me help." she said, reaching for some dishes.
"Oh, it's alright Ma'm." the ensign hastily replied. "What do you need?"
"Actually, I was just looking for a muffin."
Tucker walked over to the display case and got her a muffin. "Here y'are." he said, handing over the muffin.
"Thank you very much. You try to get some sleep, alright?" she said, "Tara will be worried if you're not there in the morning."
"Yes ma'm." Tucker replied.
"Goodnight."
"G'night." answered Tucker.
As Hoshi left the mess hall, she couldn't help feeling, deep down inside, that something was... off about Ensign Tucker. Almost as if he shouldn't be down working in the mess hall, that he should be doing something more important. But the feeling quickly dissipated, and she heading back to her quarters, muffin in hand.