AN: and I'm back. Thanks everyone for the kind reviews; they are my drug of choice. This chapter was a lot harder to write, so bare with me. Thanks everyone again for reading and for making me feel loved.

Selene the Slytherin – *makes Vulcan/jew hand sign* hell yeah! Go Purim, Hover – oh Kirk and the tofurkey, just wait until he has to babysit the pot-roast! uki200 – I hadn't even thought of Kirk playing cards, I smell a plot bunny lolz, Port-of-Seas – If you like Christine, I think this chapter will have a fun reveal for you, Renaly – Totally not lame to be a night owl. I do alot of my writing between the hours of midnight and 3 am. serena713 – Go fish is totally logical! That's why it's like the best card game ever, asiarikka – I'm well on my way to the chocolate. I'll give everyone a little hint. Since you can't have most baked goods for desert 3 guesses as to what a majority of their desert is made outa, dragonwitch250 – Spock is a master at defusing odd situations, I'd be more worried about Uhura dying in shame, St. Valentine – awww, thanks so much. I love being 10 tons of awesome. I hope this chapter lives up to expectation, Ohtar Vicky – I feel so bad for Vulcans. I'd be drunk all the time too. I'm eating Hershey kisses while I type this lol, DiscoUnicorn – Chekov is sooooo cute! He'll come back soonish I promise. BrownCoatFireflyCaptain – OMG can I just say I love your username. Mal = life.

Disclaimer: Not mine, Roddenberry's.

Sitting on the ground with the small stack of cards in her hand and Kirk staring, there was only one though in Uhura's mind,

Crap

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The three remained still as statues, staring at each other uncomfortably in awkward silence for what felt like an eternity. No one dared move for fear of shattering whatever odd spell had prevented either party from running into outer space screaming. After 5 minutes of this, Spock decided it was his duty as first officer to break the silence and restore reality to this bizarre situation.

"Captain," Spock began automatically.

"Lemme guess, "Kirk stated dryly, "there's a logical reason for you being here right now…with cards…in my closet"

Uhura nodded her head quickly, finding it incredibly difficult to look Kirk in the eyes.

"We are searching for Haggadah's" Spock answered his voice calm and steady.

Kirk raised an eyebrow as if to say 'do you actually expect me to believe that?' He glanced quickly from Uhura's guilty face to the pile of cards in her hands before deciding maybe he didn't want to know what had happened in his closet. The thought of the ships most infamous couple in his room was weird enough; he didn't even want to think about what weird kinky stuff the cards were there for.

"Okay…sure, you were looking for Hubababa's" Kirk replied.

"Haggadah" The closet duo corrected in unison.

"Whatever" Kirk grumbled, "Just get out"

Spock and Uhura exchanged quick glances as if to confirm what they had just head. Kirk simply rolled his eyes in exasperation. Was it really that hard to believe he's throw them out without calling security…or assigning them each extra work shifts? Kirk was almost insulted.

"Beg pardon?" Spock asked.

"Get out of my closet"

Both Spock and Uhura quickly rose to standing height and made a beeline for the door. As soon as the two left the room, Kirk reached into his closet, got a new shirt out (not exactly sure if it was clean, but it didn't smell so it was kosher) and collapsed onto his bed.

"I need to get a lock" Kirk sighed to himself.

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Uhura and Spock wandered the Enterprise hallway with matching expressions of humiliation and shock on their features. While Spock's emotions quickly faded, Uhura felt like hiding her face and never showing it ever again. How had they become that couple? The couple you can't trust on their own because they'd probably end up having- she couldn't even say it. How could this happen to her? Her reputation, her beloved reputation was officially in ruins.

"Is everything alright Lieutenant?" Spock asked, ripping her from her thoughts.

"Not really" Uhura responded, her voice practically shaking.

"May I be of any assistance?" He asked genuinely, concern knit into his brow.

Uhura wanted to be mad, she really wanted to be upset over the loss of her reputation, but somehow, looking at him hearing his voice she just couldn't be. She could never be mad at him, just seeing him was enough to make her feel better.

"You already have been" She said, allowing a grin to spread over her as she laced her fingers into his.

Spock let a smile grace his face before once again regaining composure, "Where shall we search next?"

Uhura thought for a moment before declaring, "Sulu's Room"

Spock raised an eyebrow, "Is there any particular reason for this location?"

Uhura shook her head, "Not really"

And so the two set off, hands intertwined, in search of Lieutenant Sulu's room.

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McCoy practically had a heart attack when he saw Jim Kirk reenter the kitchen. He was positive Jim wouldn't bother coming back. As he watched the younger man cross the threshold, a mop in hand McCoy wasn't sure if he should be thanking God or cursing him.

"Alright Bones, I'm ready to clean" Kirk sighed.

McCoy gave him a less than encouraging look before turning back to his instruction packet. He was already on step 73, "So, what took you so long?" He asked while adding Festive spice 12 to Festive bowl 16.

Kirk smirked without responding.

Peaking McCoy's interest he probed further, "I can hear you laughing Jim. What happened?"

"You know Nurse Chapel?"

McCoy froze, "Chapel?" He asked, worry in his voice as a cold sweat washed over him. Was it possible Kirk knew? "What about Nurse Chapel?"

"Her and Roger Korby from the Science department-"

But Kirk never got a change to finish his sentence as McCoy "accidentally" let a packet of flour drop to the floor, scattering white powder everywhere.

"Damn it!" Kirk yelled observing the new addition to the mess, "Now I have to clean that up too! Bones!"

"Sorry Jim" McCoy replied, not at all sorry for dropping the flour.

"You should be" Kirk muttered to himself, pushing a mop across the floor, "Where was I, Oh right Chapel"

McCoy sighed; this was going to be a long and very painful story. Call him crazy, but McCoy never enjoyed hearing stories about his lover and her boyfriend.

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"This is it?" Uhura asked, disappointed.

"It appears so" Spock replied.

Uhura sighed as she walked around Sulu's cabin. It was perfect. Squeaky clean, not a thread out of place. Everything was put away neatly, not a trace of personality, just standard furniture and a miniature Zen garden atop a clear glass table. In the center of the room a large white crate had been placed. It read in familiar bright red lettering: MATZO and in smaller lettering "courtesy of the intergalactic matzo company".

"I believe we have located the haggadah's" Spock said while cracking open the crate. Just as he expected the crate contained stacks to thin blue books decorated with Hebrew letters.

"Our task is complete" Spock announced sadly.

"Or maybe not" Uhura whispered.

Spock turned around to find Uhura sitting on the floor by Sulu's bed a black shoebox in her hands. Spock's curiosity got the better of him as he padded over to see what she had found.

"Nobody's perfect" She said, a mischievous smile gracing her features as her fingers found the edges of shoebox cover. Quickly, she removed it and gasped at what lay inside the innocent looking box.

"Wow" Uhura said, feeling her face redden, "just…wow"

AN: What has Uhura found in the box? Tune in next week for another bizarre chapter of Mah Nishtanah! Same Trek-time same trek-channel. Lolz, I hope you all enjoyed. I know this one is a little short but remember it's a transition chapter. Next one will be longer and a lot funnier I promise. As always thanks so much for reading and pretty please review.