"Come on," she said quickly. "We're almost there." They waited in the darkness between two buildings until a small exchange of vehicles flew past. When the way was clear, they sprinted across the street to the back of her home, then climbed up the escape ladder to her balcony. As they made their way inside, she quickly darted for the biorhythm emulator and turned it off as Stephen turned off the emulator in his suit. Dropping to her knees, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Stephen ducked into T'osa's bedroom to take off the suit and put it back. As he staggered back, pain wracked his body. The adrenaline was wearing off. It kicked back in when he heard the sound of sirens in the distance. "Tell me that's just a coincidence," he pleaded as he headed to the bedroom.
She shushed him and motioned to the video display still replaying their conversation from a few days ago. As she snuck up towards him, she whispered. "It might be, but we need to look cozy, just in case."
The two went into the bedroom. She quickly started taking off the black jumpsuit she had changed into. As Kirk was in the process of painfully removing his vest, he noticed her quickly becoming disrobed. "You know... I'm in here," he whispered loudly.
She shook her head. "We can't afford modesty now. Just pretend you didn't see me." She stripped down to her underwear; a form supporting midriff tank top and barely discernable panties. Kirk made a mental note on how curvacious she really was under her uniform. She was quite pleasant to look at. Carelessly tossing her clothes in a hamper, the plucked a robe from the back of her door and threw it on. Turning back to Stephen, she smiled. Obviously, he liked what he saw. For some reason, despite everything that had happened, that made her feel happy. "You can pick your jaw off the floor," she remarked with a smile.
Stephen shook his head. What was he THINKING? With great effort, he peeled off his suit. As he feared, several of the stitches of the skin graft on his right side had pulled loose. It was still bleeding.
T'osa opened the door, then turned back to see how far Stephen had gotten. The sight of the open wound took her aback. "By the gods." she exclaimed. "We need to bandage that."
Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door. On the other side, muffled voices yelled "Sihaer Morairi!"
She dashed out towards the door. "As soon as we've ditched the town guard, we'll patch that up." She ran out.
With great effort, he put his civilian clothes back on, tucking part of his black suit in between his wound and his shirt. Shoving the rest of his outfit into the backpack, then stuffing it under her bed, he staggered out into the living quarters and sat down.
T'osa was standing by the video screen as he sat down. She turned off the playback as the guards pounded the door again more loudly. Feigning an indignant look, she yelled, "By the nine rings, this better be important!" She unlocked and threw open the door.
She was greeted by three town guards, each holding a disruptor. "We're looking for a pair of intruders. We were told they were in this viscinity."
She tapped her foot. "It's just been us all night. And don't even think of asking. I already received permission to have a human here."
"Actually," the tall, well-built guard shuffled, looking at small display in his off-hand, "we're looking for a romulan and... a reman."
T'osa cocked her head. "I certainly don't remember seeing any remans running through my home." She turned back to Stephen, who was trying his best to disguise is pain and discomfort. "Do you remember seeing any remans running through the place?" She asked sarcastically.
He looked apologetically at the guards. "Can't says I have."
In the meantime, more guards were pounding on doors of nearby homes. The forward guard took a good look around. T'osa grew impatient. "Would you like to look inside? My home isn't that big."
The guard took one last look. "No... that won't be necessary. If you see or hear anything out of the ordinary, contact us." He gave Stephen one more, critical look, then nodded. "Sorry to have troubled you." He turned to his partners. "To the next door." The three headed across the walkway. T'osa closed the door slowly, crossed the room, then collapsed on the couch next to Stephen. Still shocked from the whole evening, Stephen just sat there, staring at the door, trying to forget the aches.
"By the gods, Stephen... we pulled it off." There would be one, final loose end to tie up.