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Spock, fortunately, seemed inclined to take McCoy at his word. He checked the medical findings in a cursory manner. Cursory for a Vulcan, of course. Which simply meant he didn't feel the need to administer a mind meld to confirm the doctor's report. And why should he? Uhura thought as she was cleared to return to duty. Scott wasn't known as an ally to any of the other three, and although Uhura suspected that Spock knew about her previous assignation with Captain Kirk, he no doubt saw it as what it started out to be: a chance to get ahead on the ship by bedding the captain.
Of course, Uhura mused as she sauntered down the hall towards her quarters, she still wasn't home free. Not by a long shot. One word from McCoy or Scott, one hint, and she was as good as dead. Or at least, her baby was. She'd have to do something about that, and fast. Whatever they wanted from her for their silence would be worth it, especially if Kirk managed to wiggle out of this situation as he had so many others in the past. However, the longer he remained a prisoner the worse his chances of surviving became. Spock wasn't likely to kill him, he was way too by-the-rules for that. But there were others with a lot of ambition, or a desire to make a name for themselves, or even a healthy case of good old fashioned vengeance to work out. Kirk was a target as long as he remained on board.
No, if this wasn't resolved to her satisfaction, and soon, Uhura knew she'd have to take matters into her own hands. McCoy and Scott knew too much, and their alliance was too new and unstable for her to trust them. Hell, she didn't trust them now, not even after they'd covered for her. For all she knew, they were setting up a scheme of their own, with her as the pawn. "Not if I get them first," Uhura muttered to herself darkly. She'd keep an eye on them, both of them, and at the first sign of trouble, she'd take them out.
Satisfied, she slowed her steps as she reached the corridor with Kirk's quarters. There were two of Spock's minions out front, guarding it. Whatever Moreau had whispered in Spock's ears, it had been good.
The sounds of a disturbance came from down the hall, and the two guards, obviously bored, craned their necks to get a better look. Angry cries, punctuated by heavy grunts that indicated intense physical effort, rang through the hall, and the guards drifted farther from the door as they watched what Uhura assumed to be a fairly substantial altercation.
She took a deep breath and sidled closer to the door, still undetected by the guards. The sounds of the fight intensified, and they finally abandoned their post altogether in order to watch whichever crewmen had decided to attack each other today. Uhura could care less who they were; she knew a golden opportunity when she saw one. She slipped into the room after quickly bypassing the security code. It was a little communications trick she'd never shared with anyone, and the person who had shared it with her had met with an unfortunate accident shortly afterwards. A shame, really, but she'd had no choice in the matter.
When she entered the darkened quarters, she knew she had only moments at best, and put those moments to good use. She knew there was something in these quarters, some secret Kirk had foolishly shared with Moreau, and Uhura was determined to find out what it was. In the seconds she had before the guards got bored and either broke up the fight or let it die on its own, she placed an untraceable spying device into Kirk's open bottle of Saurian brandy. Then, taking a deep breath, she opened the doors. If there was anyone there, she'd say she'd left an earring, and even had an extra one on hand. The Gods of Fortune, however, continued to smile on her; the guards had finally waded in and were in the process of enthusiastically breaking up the fight while breaking a few heads at the same time.
Uhura managed to slip away just as the fight was finally dispersing, the ones able to walk staggering towards Sickbay, the losers left to lie until consciousness returned or they bled to death. Uhura ignored them as she hurried to her quarters. She had some spying to do.