Meanwhile Deep Space 9's chief science officer, Commander Jadzia Dax, was elsewhere on the station, not starting her first shift for some time as yet, quietly stalking towards her quarry, the furniture in the Chief of Security, Constable Odo's quarters. It had been at least 6 months since her last bout of communing with the Constables furniture, and having spent those months in somewhat of an emotional turmoil she wanted to let off some steam and unfortunately for Odo, he was to be her chosen target. She stifled a laugh as she pictured Odo's face on that last occasion, the sheer puzzlement he'd shown whilst he held an internal debate as to whether his furniture was not in fact where he had left that morning when he had gone on duty had been priceless. She continued onwards, trying to appear nonchalant whenever she strayed across other people, as if she was exactly where she should be at that moment in time. She reached the door to his quarters and glanced momentarily about, checking for that there were as few witnesses as she could hope for, having ascertained her surroundings she quickly keyed in the override key code and slipped swiftly inside locking the door behind her and setting an alarm chime for if someone was trying to enter, though how that would help her she was unsure, but she felt happier in having done so.
Odo's quarters were very simply and sparsely furnished, a desk with a chair, a couch for guests, a replicator in the corner which was standard for all personnel quarters, the jungle gym like apparatus, which stood in the centre of the room and was used for when he was in free form and the small metal bucket located discreetly in the corner of the room for Odo to use when he reverted to his natural gelatinous state when regenerating. She ignored the bucket for the moment and set to work moving the rest of hi furniture just a few inches out of alignment from their current positions, knowing that it was the little details that drove the Constable mad. It was luck for the Trill that she kept fit with her varied extreme sports and martial arts activities, as Cardassian issue furniture was not the most lightweight or the most manoeuvrable in the galaxy. She grinned as she hefted the furniture around, knowing how much it would annoy Odo and enjoying the perverse pleasure in that and the tension it was relieving across her shoulders.
She stood a short while later and surveyed her handiwork; wiping her hands on the pants leg of her uniform she backed up a few steps, putting a booted foot straight into Odo's bucket, causing it to clang disconcertingly and for Jadzia to mutter a Klingon expletive "Hu'tegh!" The normally graceful Trill bent down to carefully extract herself from the bucket with a heavy sigh.
She'd just released herself and made it out of the Constables quarters safely avoiding any unwanted attention, when her friend and Captain of the station, Benjamin Sisko's voice came over the comm. System "Sisko to Dax"
"Dax here, what is it Benjamin?" she asked trying to keep her voice neutral and innocent, though she knew that Odo wouldn't have discovered her work just yet.
Her friends' voice sounded suspiciously calm as he spoke "I need you in my office Old Man, I have someone here requesting to speak with you"
Dax frowned, causing furrows to appear on her brow "Who?"
Sisko replied "I would rather tell you that when you get here Dax!"
Her frown deepened but she acquiesced to Benjamin's request knowing that he rarely made a request without just cause "On my way Benjamin, Dax out" she signed off, turned on her heel and headed in the direction of Ops, now thoroughly confused, though keeping an eye out for the unsuspecting security chief, in case he'd already realised what she had done, that was something she was not going to miss if she could help it especially since the amount of effort she had put in, though with his tenacity for justice, she knew that wasn't something she really needed to fear.