"Lieutenant Worf, assemble a security team to search all decks! Commander Riker, make sure all staff reports in every five minutes. Commander Brookes, return to the science lab. A security officer has been assigned to guard while you quickly finish your analysis, just in case that is what they are after. I also want some officers to accompany Commander Data to search any other stations that could hold information or studies of extreme importance. Our first priority is the science lab. Don't forget that!"
The Captain barked his orders ferociously with responses just as urgent and prompt. Worf contacted several members of security as fast as he could. Heva ran from the bridge at the speed of light, Data at her side.
In the turbo lift, they didn't speak. They merely looked at one another quietly. Heva's breath came in quick, anxious spurts. Data could sense her nerves as they danced around them in the air. The minute the lift doors opened at Heva's stop she looked apologetically at Data and sprinted toward the science lab. Her feet carried her with fumbled grace only to catch on something dropped on the floor and throwing her into the air. She hit the ground with bone breaking force and felt warmth underneath her nose. Her hand lightly touched the area and retracted to show that her nose was bleeding, badly. She had no time to worry about that now, however. She had to make it to the lab.
She stood, too quickly as it turned out, and felt extremely dizzy. Her steps began to slow to a shuffle as blood continued to pour out of her nostrils. "Commander Brookes…to the Captain…" she breathed.
"Yes, Commander?" a frantic Picard replied.
"You will need to…assign someone else to my station…I've tripped and have caused my olfactory stations to overflow with blood. I need…to reach sickbay. I'm feeling dizzy."
"I will have you beamed there immediately!"
"No…It's just around the corner…I will be there in a matter of seconds…"
Suddenly Heva felt a restraint encircle her waist and carry her in the opposite direction. Her oppositions were muffled by a cold set of fingers embracing her lips. Slowly, Heva faded into night, sirens sounding distantly in her head.

The red alert was suddenly averted and every being on the Enterprise paused in their tracks. Data and Geordi looked at one another with the same question dangling on their tongues. Geordi was the first to utter it. "Was the intruder caught that fast? Really?"
"They must have. Otherwise I am certain the alert wouldn't have stepped down."
Something happened then that no one expected. The ship rocked violently starboard, throwing both of them off of their feet. Once the turbulence ceased, Data pressed his com badge. "Captain, what has happened? Was the intruder apprehended?"
"I'm afraid not, Data. I want you and all of my senior officers in the observation lounge immediately. We have an emergency."
Data and Geordi made their way to the observation deck with haste. Something inside Data told him that whatever was wrong involved Heva. He couldn't explain it. He just somehow knew what they were all about to be told.
"Commander Brookes…has been kidnapped." Picard confirmed Data's fears with a heavy heart. He gazed over at the Commander to find his eyes fixed on the table, his hands forming gradually into fists.
Gasps erupted around the room and a feeling of tension made its way around the group like a gaseous blanket.
"We aren't certain who has abducted the Commander, or their reasoning. We do believe it may have something to do with the Arimur plague. There have been some systems demanding a cure to the spread as well, though their outbreak isn't nearly as distressful as that of the Arimur System's. Some of the upper commanding officers of Star Fleet have informed me that there have been bandits attempting to invade the compound in which Doctor Crusher is trying to develop a cure. However I am sure that someone has gained knowledge that Heva is a strong component in finding said cure and has taken her with the purpose of forcing it out of her. We are still uncertain, this is mere theory."
Commander Riker interrupted him. "But isn't it pointless to take only Heva? She's merely doing specimen work, which she hasn't even finished. The only logical reason behind taking her and her alone right now is to take Beverly as well sometime in the near future."
"That is a possibility, Number One." Jean-Luc conquered. "Counselor," Picard turned his attention to Deanna. "Did you sense anything before the alert was put up?"
"No sir." Deanna replied. "I did feel tension coming from you and the rest of the crew throughout the duration of the alert. I also felt some things from Heva not long before she was captured I assume."
Data's eyes snapped over to the counselor, wrought with worry. "What did you feel?" he demanded. All of them turned to him. They knew he must be feeling especially concerned.
"Well…" Deanna began, unsure of how to approach Data with the subject. "I felt a sense of panic. The captain informed me that she reported an injury not long before the alert stood down. The feeling heightened not long before everything ceased and then there was nothing. I assume she was panicking either about her injury and worrying about getting to her station. Or she was anxious about what was happening as she was being captured."
The room went deathly silent. All of them scanned the air for answers, avoiding Data's gaze with every ounce of control they could muster. Data's fists shook on the surface of the table. He stared at his trembling limbs. They seemed to be ones that didn't belong to him, though he could feel them erupt with tremors.
"At 06:58," Worf began, breaking the silence. "We detected a small freighter just beside us. It came out of nowhere."
"We attempted to contact it," Riker continued. "But all hailing frequencies were blocked. Then the intruder alert rang out. We didn't detect any transporter technology aboard the ship, so we assume that whoever it was either intruded via shuttle craft or had a portable source of transportation programming on his or her person."
"How many life signs were aboard?" The Captain inquired.
"That's just it…" Worf trailed off.
"There were none." Will finished the Lieutenant's sentence.
"None?" Picard gasped. "Absolutely none? How is it possible to read no life signs and yet have an intruder on my ship?!" Jean-Luc's tone escalated with every word of the question making his staff recoil slightly.
"We…have yet to figure that out, sir." Riker replied, timid. Picard began to pace anxiously around the room. His mind was a rollercoaster of theories, yet none of them gave him the rush of discovery he wished for silently.
"For whatever reason and by whom this act was committed, there is little time to find. The plague in the Arimur system continues to spread, even to other star systems. The doctor is running out of time and I can't be sure but I hate to say that the Commander may be as well. We need to track that vessel down and get our officer back as soon as possible. There are many lives at stake here. One of them just happens to be our friend…someone special to all of us."
Data looked up at the Captain and they shared an understanding gaze for a few brief seconds before Jean-Luc went on.
"We need to start now. Number One, Worf, and Commander Data I want you on the bridge scanning for ships in this sector. Deanna I want you to contact the doctor and inform her of this unfortunate event. Geordi I want you to go about your regular duties. I will alert Star Fleet. Make it so."
With that, all of them dispersed and hastily performed their assigned duties. Every single one of them, one in particular, began to feel a sick worry. For Data, it wasn't a new sensation. But it was different in a way, and he didn't want it to linger anymore.