"McCoy? Aren't these Spock's trousers?" Scotty asked curiously as he removed the standard Starfleet issue slacks from the showerhead. "There's a lot of chocolate wrappers in the pockets."

"Chocolate wrappers?" the Doctor asked as he placed his coffee mug down.

"Hmm."

"Good God Jim –doesn't chocolate have the same intoxicant qualities for a Vulcan?" McCoy realised.

"You're telling me that we have an intoxicated Vulcan lost in New York City?" Kirk groaned as they closed the apartment door behind them.

"Well it sure would be an amusing sight." McCoy offered as they were greeted by the warming sunshine and the rush of the street. He covered his eyes briefly as the sun seemed a little too intense.

The street before them buzzed with civilians of all races coming and going without a care.

"I must have slept funny last night – my hips are killing me!" Scotty moaned as they continued to walk.

"Scotty, you stay here just in case you glimpse Spock. McCoy and I will just pop into this bar...something about it seems familiar." Jim replied, pointing to the nearest bar – The Skylark.

The Skylark was the most popular bar on the block, it's pulsating purple lights and bright neon signs beckoned visitors from every walk of life.

"Oh my God! The Doctor's in the house! "a rather high-pitched male voice announced as McCoy and Jim approached the counter. Without a warning, McCoy fell against the walnut surface of the bar.

"Whoa!" McCoy yelled as caught his balance, causing Jim to chuckle.

"Where's the gyrating Scotty?" his assailant asked excitedly. "Goodness I never would have thought he'd be that talented with a dancing pole! I do hope you all be returning next week – you were all such a great success last night."

"Excuse me, and you are?" McCoy quizzed, completely baffled.

"A less of a man would have been offended that you can't remember me!" the younger man mocked, amused. "It's me... Terence."

"Well Terence, I honestly have no recollection of last night, so I'll need a little bit of help." McCoy responded.

"Sure"

"I take it that my friends and I were here for quite some time last night. Do you remember a Vulcan?" Kirk interrupted, slightly amused.

"Mr Spock?"

"Yeah that's the guy. Did he leave with us? We can't find him anywhere."

"Hmmm....let me just think." Terence replied, playfully twisting a few strands of hair around his fingers. "I can remember thinking the Vulcan would be sick as a dog with how many Chocolate Daniels cocktails he consumed." he winked cheekily.

"Did we mention any idea of where we were going to head off after this place?" McCoy asked.

"Well....when you first came, you specifically asked me for something with a hint of chocolate in it for your Vulcan friend. You said something about alcohol not affecting him and that he needed to loosen up as it was his Stag night. Well you stayed for around three hours. I recall you mentioning meeting up with a guy called Sulu." Terence recalled as he continued to clean.

"Good God Jim! If Spock then went on to consume those chocolate bars that Scotty found the empty wrappers too....I think he's is going to have more than a normal hangover headache wherever he is." McCoy murmured as they left The Skylark.

Flashback to 2155 hours......

"Jim, do you really think it's wise to give Spock another of those Chocolate Daniel's?"

"Yeah, another one won't hurt...look at him...he's more relaxed Scotty".

"Apart from trying to Vulcan nerve pinch anyone in the vicinity who annoys him".

"He's just making more friends, McCoy...aww look at him."

"I wouldn't put Spock and aww together in any situation. He's still a pointy eared hobgoblin to me!"

"You must admit that he seems to be relaxing, McCoy."

"Jim, I think you need to go and grab Spock before his twitchy hands get hold of that Klingon's neck...oops too late. Hmm... that looks painful; I think he's going to wake up tomorrow it a hell of a bruise."

"Spock! No! Leave him alone! Spock!"

"But Captain...I simply wish to..."

"Spock, I don't think the nerve pinch is going to work on him...come on we're leaving, that's a good little Vulcan".

.......

"Kirk? Are you okay? You seem dazed." McCoy spoke softly as they stood outside The Skylark.

"Yeah, I think I've just had a flashback from last night."Kirk replied, rubbing his head.

"Good or bad?" Scotty asked while he attempted to remove a piece of gum from the sole of his favourite sneakers.

"Bad – looks as though our attempt to intoxicate Spock may have taken a turn for the worse."

"All attempts to intoxicate or get intoxicated normally do take a turn for the worse Jim; trust me I'm a Doctor."

"It seemed Spock may have got a little pinch happy. From what I can recall he even attempted to nerve pinch a Klingon and it didn't seem to go down too well."

"Oh dear. Well I think you need to contact Uhura to let her know what's happened."

"Wish me luck gentlemen." Kirk gulped as they headed back to the apartment.

10.15am - Utopia Spa, Arizona, Earth.

"Don't worry Uhura, I promise we'll find Spock and we'll be back in plenty of time for the wedding. He's probably strolled off to visit some museum of sort – you know what he's like."

"Well you better Mister, or we'll have a serious falling out. I'm going to be returning to the Enterprise to get the remaining things for the wedding sorted– you better call me soon with good news! Uhura Out."

"Gaila!" Uhura hollered, marching straight to the rest room.

"Hmm, whoa Sister, what's the matter, you look so…tense." Gaila replied as she exited the shower, wrapped a towel around her green midriff and was greeted by Uhura who was pacing the room frantically waving her hairbrush around like a weapon.

"You really wouldn't believe who I've just received a transmission from." Uhura spat.

"Let me guess….Kirk? He's the only one who has that effect on you."

"Yeah and he's told me that they have gone and lost Spock!"

"Seriously?" Gaila tried hardest to hide a smile.

"Do I look serious?" Uhura glared, hands on hips.

"Urm …yeah..."

"Well there will be trouble if I'm going to be attending my wedding alone. I'll never forgive him."

"Jim's a jerk at time but he has 22 hours before I'll let 'Cupcake' beat the crap out of him if Spock doesn't turn up. They'll find him don't worry, Spock wouldn't let you down. Shall we go for a manicure/pedicure before we head back to the Enterprise? – we've got a few hours to kill anyway."

"That sounds like a plan. You sure know how to cheer me up." Uhura smiled, trying not to panic.

TBC...Thank you so much for the reviews....please keep them coming...they are really inspiring. Xx... also thank you to kendrat199 for the nerve pinching ideas!