Beverly woke again to sound of her alarm. But this time she managed to turn it off without being halfway across the room seconds after. She remained in bed for a few moments reflecting on the events of the previous day.
The list was continuously being lengthened and shortened. She would say 'it could be him.' But then immediately after say to herself 'no, that isn't his style.' Then she would think 'but that's the point. It's not necessarily in character.' Her mind was a big jumble.
Looking at the clock again she jumped out of bed remembering that she had breakfast plans with Deanna this morning.
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Entering Ten-Forward Beverly immediately spotted Deanna and made her way to the other woman.
"Sorry I'm a little late," she apologised nearing her.
"That's alright," Deanna replied while Beverly called a waiter over. "I suppose you're not use to the early morning calls. Forget to reset the alarm?" she lightly teased her friend.
"Oh you're so funny," Beverly responded, a small hidden smile. They both gave their order when the waiter arrived.
"Okay, now I know something's up. A comment like that at this time of the morning would earn me at the very least a death glare. Not a cheerful reply and a smile. A good humoured CMO at this time of the morning is very abnormal," Deanna speculated. "Talk."
"You're the empath, Deanna. You tell me," Beverly bantered.
"It's something that's happened either yesterday or very early this morning," Deanna reasoned.
"Obviously. The night before was the poker night. And we both left at the same time."
Ignoring Beverly's comments Deanna continued, "It's something of a romantic nature. I'm sensing the same sort of emotions from you after a long chat with …" Realisation hit Deanna. "You've spoken to the Captain! Did you gat a message from him this morning or was it sometime yesterday?"
"Neither. I haven't spoken him since he left," Beverly said sadly.
Deanna looked more confused as her idea was shot down mid takeoff. "But it something of a romantic nature isn't it?"
"I guess you could call it that," Beverly conceited.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Beverly stopped to think this through. How she could word this.
"Never mind."
"Beverly…"
"Deanna, can we please just drop it for now," Beverly pleaded.
"Okay," Deanna conceded.
The waiter came over and gave them their breakfast.
"So, what's the gossip in sickbay?"
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Deanna accompanied Beverly to Sickbay because of her late start with a client. As they walked through the doors Alyssa called out,
"He strikes again."
"What?" Deanna asked following Beverly into her office.
There they saw what Alyssa had meant. Well, Beverly knew what she meant.
"Who's the rose from?" Deanna asked as Beverly picked up the single red rose and note on her desk.
"I appear to have a secret admirer," Beverly answered. She then handed the note to Deanna.
Deanna read it out;
'A small symbol of how I feel.
All my love Your Secret Admirer'
"It's the second gift they've left for me in two days," Beverly explained before Deanna could ask.
"Really? How very romantic of them." Deanna moved in closer to inspect the rose herself.
"It's a real rose too. Not a replicated one. Those are rear in this area of space." Beverly observed.
"What did they give you yesterday?" Deanna asked returning the rose to its spot on the desk.
"A box full of my favourite chocolates."
Beverly had to suppress the laugh she felt at the look of envy on Deanna's face.
"I was going to say we should get together and have a girl's night in so you can help me get through the box."
"It's that big?"
Beverly indicated its size with her hands.
"That's a decent size! Are you sure you don't know who he is? 'Cause if you're not interested I'm sure I can use someone like that."
"I'll see who he is first," Beverly replied moving to grab a pad from the bench near Deanna.
Deanna took this as her hint to make a move.
"Do you have any idea who it could be? I mean been getting any signals from someone, or recognise the handwriting?"
"No neither, I'm afraid. They're addiment at remaining anonymous."
Deanna sighed. "Well who ever they are, they're doing a great job at keeping it a secret. Between my empathy, and the notorious ship rumour and gossip file they've kept it from both."
"And that's a feat on its own," Beverly joked to her retreating friend.
Deanna stuck her tongue out and pulled a face at Beverly before heading out of sickbay, to her first session for the day. Beverly just laughed quietly turning to her desk to start her day.
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At around lunch time Beverly was surprised to find Will coming in for his physical, two months early.
"Will, this is a surprise!" Beverly exclaimed.
"What did you think I'd try and avoid it?" he asked innocently.
"No, I just didn't think you were that eager." She turned to get the instruments needed. "You know, you're couple of months early for this."
"Really?" he asked trying to hide his slightly guilty expression.
But Beverly caught it. She smirked as turned to face him again.
"This sudden overt interest in having your physical doesn't have anything to do with my breakfast with a certain person does it?"
"Beverly, you know me…" he tried to ease off as an excuse.
"Yeah, so what is it you're wanting to know?" Beverly said cutting to the chase.
Will just gave her a shy grin. "Am I that transparent?"
Beverly nodded. "Only when it concerns her, I should say."
"Ok," he started nervously. "I was wondering if she had mentioned to you about any plans for Valentines Day?"
"We didn't discuses it."
Alyssa happened to walk past at this time.
"Funny you should mention Valentines Day…."
"No Alyssa," Beverly stated before the nurse could go any further.
"What?" Will asked intrigued.
"Well you're a man…"
"I hope so, or I'd be having a word with my doctor."
"Alyssa," Beverly warned.
Ignoring her boss she continued. "I think we need a man's perspective. And a male spy would be helpful."
"Spy? Why am I being recruited to spy, and what am I trying to find out?"
Alyssa looked at him excited.
"Well, Dr Crusher has received two mysterious gifts for a secret admirer. Saying they will give her gifts until Valentines Day," she persisted justifying her link. "Who do think it could be?"
"Alyssa," Beverly warned her assistant.
Ignoring the threat and evil look she was receiving form her boss, Alyssa remained looking at the Commander expectantly.
"Um … that'll be hard to say," Will started. "I mean I know of several people who take Valentines Day seriously, and even more that have, or have had a thing for our CMO. Hmm. Give me some time to come up with a list and I'll give it to you."
"Will," Beverly chastised.
Grinning, Will winked at Alyssa and whispered, "I'll have it by tomorrow morning."
Scolding both of them Beverly finished up what she needed to do with the Commander. Sending him on his way and out of her sickbay.