Tucker's Perspective:
His arms flew to the ceiling, for the briefest of seconds before falling back down to fold over his chest.
He tried to focus on the breathing, increasingly difficult as his pacing took him back and forth across the all too small confines of such a godforsaken room.
He was literally bouncing off the walls, when he got out of here, oh boy, was someone going to get a piece of his mind.
A low growl escaped the engineer's mouth, lips twitching as feet paused momentarily, indulging himself with an optical sweep around the room. But it was no use, this place was designed like a brig. The only way you got out was by someone outside, no exceptions.
Why is this room so small?!
And just to top it off, what the hell was he doing here in the first place?!
His thoughts continued to rage silently, while his body responded in a much more, physical, manner.
The breathing that filled the room became ragged, the footsteps echoing off the walls rose in volume as the movements became more succinct, more mechanical and heavy.
With an angry jab he slammed the comm panel, "would someone let me outta here goddamn it!"
Reed's Perspective:
"Why is Commander Tucker locked in decon?" Reed turned back to look at the Ensign, who at the moment was positively blushing, combined with the stammering it made communication almost impossible.
"Well Sir, he-, he was awake, and umm, well Sir he-" she paused, pleading with her gaze for, something.
Well he wasn't going to finish her explanation for her, "Yes Ensign?" he prompted mercilessly, this was her doing, she would explain it as her senior officer commanded.
And he'd be lying if he said there wasn't some small part inside of him laughing hysterically, the video feed of the decon chamber clearly displayed the southerner's frustration. With his mutterings and grumbles, and the entire time pacing all over the room, under different circumstances it would be downright hilarious.
However he had a feeling things weren't going to be so laughable in a few moments.
"Sir he wanted to leave, an-and I told him that he couldn't until he was cleared for duty. But-"
"But he kept on trying, didn't he?" Reed sighed, if he knew their chief engineer as well as-, well you actually didn't need to know him that well in order to find that vicious stubborn streak of his.
"Yes Lieutenant, he was, very in-,insistent Sir." She mumbled, her eyes cast downwards at the floor.
"I seriously doubt the Commander submitted to confinement Ensign."
That got him a dirty look, a split second before it slid away, leaving her face just as blank as before.
Well, if you counted a quivering lip and puppy dog eyes as blank, then yes, it was perfectly spotless.
Now that was odd.
A second later he dismissed it, she was probably going through a lot having done-, whatever it was she had done.
"Respond!"
That was the second demand, or at least, of the ones he had heard. Judging from the look of exasperation on her face, Reed would guess he himself had been absent for a few of the Commander's tantrums.
He sent the Ensign a meaningful look, eyes were squinted and mouth perfectly flat, face alone conveying his question.
"Sir he wouldn't even let me run a scan, just kept limping to the doors so I-, well I-" her face was flustered, blinking constantly and stuttering the words.
"I had to sedate him Sir" she responded meekly, no doubt replaying the horrible fate she had envisioned for herself.
For his part Malcom just kept perfectly still, "And so before he woke up, you moved him to decon."
It wasn't a question.
And as such, no response was forthcoming, the Ensigns eyes were glued to the sickbay floor as the pink tint in her cheeks deepened to a dull red.
Reed sighed, a new hobby of his. In the past week, his three immediate superior officers had all fallen to some type of incapacitation. Leaving he himself to deal with all the troubles and intricacies of "negotiating" with pissed off Andorians.
Day one, the Xindi attack earth.
Day two, hell freezes over.
Day three, the Enterprise gets kicked like a lost puppy.
Day four-
The list just went on and on and on.
But fortunately, it wasn't his job to complain. Had it been the crew would've tossed him out an airlock long before now.
"Run a scan, see if we can let him out." That said he turned to walk away, making it to the sickbay doors before he twisted around, "Oh, and Ensign?"
"Yes Lieutenant?"
She appeared to be less nervous, is that good or bad? He wasn't sure, but there was something about this woman, something, that just seemed, off. But until he was allowed to arrest people on sight, his "feeling", would have to wait.
"Dammit!"
Reed cringed at the expression of vulgarity, the volume just tore at your ears, and the static, oh god, the system's whines were almost unbearable.
But if anyone was to discover the optimum method of misuse, his bet had always been on Tucker.
"Sir?"
Reed's attention was snapped back to reality, where his sarcasm had little place.
"You might want to turn that bloody thing off"…