OK this is a really light-hearted and fun fan-fic (contrary to title) please read and review!
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Captain Kirk sat in his chair on the bridge. It felt like there was an enormous weight on his shoulders, besides the normal weight of command, and made worse by the splitting headache he had from getting no sleep the last couple of days. Uhura was at communications looking equally tired and Sulu was in sick bay down with a cold. Spock was in his normal spot and Checov was at the helm and a replacement was beside him, standing in for Sulu. The whole crew had been with out shorleave or space station breaks for way to long, and as big as the ship was, it seemed unbearably small now.
Uhura broke the silence that had consumed the bridge. "Sir, some one is on all the lines!"
"What?"
" The communication lines, someone is singing on all of them. It sounds like a little kid singing and laughing."
"Block them! Where is it coming from?"
"According to the scanners, it is coming from the ship!"
"Where in the ship?"
"I don't know. That is as specific as it will let me get, if I try to zoom in on it, it just blurs up... wait it stopped laughing. Now, ... welcome to my space. Now it is singing again. That's all it said. "
"Welcome to my space?"
"Maybe it is coming from near the ship, that would explain the communication malfunction" Spock interjected.
"For the radio to get such strong readings the broadcaster would have to be right out side the hull of the ship!"
Kirk sighed, "I want you to find whoever is sending those and brig them to me full ship search, Spock, get a crew together and search the outside. We must restore our communications!"