They — and Kathryn's packages — beamed aboard to find Tuvok waiting for them.

"How are we doing, Tuvok?" Kathryn asked, snapping back into Captain mode.

"I regret to say that we are behind in cataloging and storing supplies. A few members of the crew, including Commander Chakotay, were taken ill last night, so we were unable to complete the inventory."

"Are they all right?"

"The Doctor says they will all make a complete recovery and should return to duty tomorrow," he said.

Kathryn raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm sure Mr. Paris and I can lend a hand. Give us time to drop our bags and change."

In the lift, Kathryn called for Deck 2, winking at Tom and putting a finger to her lips before she tapped her communicator.

"Doctor, I understand several crew members have taken ill. Are we looking at some sort of highly contagious disease?"

"No, Captain, we are not; the disease should be easily contained. However, it is something I'd like to talk with you about."

She sighed. "Can it wait? I need to help with the inventories; I'm told those illnesses put us behind."

"I believe it can wait until tomorrow, Captain."

"Thank you Doctor. Let me know if you get a sudden spike of cases or anything unusual."

"What do you think?" Tom asked as she keyed in her access code.

"Not sure … I assume you're feeling OK?"

"I'm fine," he assured her as they deposited the packages on the table. "You?"

"Great," she said as she embraced him. "Thank you, dearest. It was a wonderful weekend," she said as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

"Hmmm, I agree, and it's just the start," he murmured as he nuzzled her neck. Think we can put off helping with inventory for a bit?"

"No," she groaned. "And I need to comm Chakotay to see how he's feeling." She slid out of his embrace, but kept a hand on his chest. "Tell you what, when we're finished, let's try some of our 'wedding present' with a couple of those pastries we bought."

"Then dessert?"

"Absolutely," she chuckled.

XXX

"All right, Doctor, what is the story on these illnesses?" Kathryn announced as soon as she hit Sick Bay. Her grumpiness was mostly for show, Tom noted; she gave him a quick wink as he cleaned instruments.

"Well, it's a bit delicate, Captain," he said, ushering her into his office. Tom stepped closer to get in earshot; not that he didn't already have an idea.

"It seems," he said quietly, "that some members of the crew didn't get permission before indulging in … sexual relations … while on Kohlin. I've treated a few cases of a sexually-transmitted disease. While it is easily treated, I cannot be sure of the extent that the disease has spread."

"Well, the need for permission does fall under personnel, which is Commander Chakotay's area." An odd look crossed the Doctor's face, telling Kathryn more than she wanted to know.

"I assume there's some protocol for calling in everyone who spent time on the ..." She stopped and looked down; the Doctor appeared to be scanning her.

The Doctor looked up to see his captain glaring at him. "Find anything?"

"No, Captain. You're fine," he said, quickly pulling the scanner behind his back. "Considering how hard it is to get you in for a physical, I like to take advantage of any opportunity."

"Uh, huh," Kathryn said with a look that read "Bull!"

"Say, Doc, my shift is over; I'm heading out," Tom said as he walked toward the door.

"Er, certainly, Mr. Paris," he replied. Tom had to suppress a grin; the Doc obviously was wishing that the Captain would follow him out.

He was waiting for her next to the lift. "You're lucky," he said as they got in. "He was a lot less polite about scanning me."

Kathryn just shook her head. The Doctor's slip certainly explained Chakotay's sudden illness. Now that was a bit of info she was going to file away.

She relaxed a bit and looked over at Tom. "I assume, my dear, that since I checked out, you did as well."

"Of course," he said with mock outrage. "I'm a happily married man."

"Oh, you're going to rue that statement some day," she teased.

"Doubt it," he chuckled before he quickly kissed her.

"So, has anyone gotten sick from Neelix's cooking today?"

"Nope; I hear he's using the food from Kohlin."

"Well, in that case," she said just before the doors opened. "Care to join your wife for lunch?"

"Always," he said as they walked into the Mess Hall, heads held high.