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After that, things went very pear-shaped. Cartwright threw a fit, Starfleet Command ordered both ships on stand-by, the planet below went to war, there was an inquiry launched into the conduct of everyone involved from both captains down to the Enterprise's housekeeping staff and both ships were dragged back to Earth on indefinite hiatus.

Kirk kicked his bunk idly from his favourite armchair some three days after the shuttle incident. Sprawled all over the aforementioned bunk, Winchester scowled at the ceiling. "Something about this feels fishy," he grumbled and Kirk snorted.

"You think? We're tied up here. A paranoid individual would think that freed up space we should be occupying at present. Nefarious things could be happening in said space and all because the Enterprise isn't there to look scary."

"Hey, have you heard from Pike today?"

Kirk shifted in his comfortable chair. "No, and that's starting to feel a little strange. He's usually punctual. Something is shaking down in Starfleet Dean and I get the distinct feeling we're two steps behind."

Winchester grunted and propped his head up on one elbow. "Remember the Romulan powwow we found ourselves in with the nebula? Starfleet never did have a good answer for why that intelligence was overlooked."

Kirk kicked his bunk again. "You think it's connected."

Winchester shrugged.

"You think there's a mole in Starfleet. Dude, you have any idea how hard it would be for a Romulan mole to get into Starfleet? Romulans are kind of distinctive."

"Yeah, I know I sound crazy," Winchester sighed.

Idly flicking on the news, Kirk flipped through several channels before pausing on one. "Hey, isn't that Pike's office?"

Both captains sat bolt upright and the volume zipped up.

"Authorities are not commenting at this time, but an explosive attack was launched at Starfleet Command not five minutes ago. There appear to be several dead and more injured, Tammi, but Starfleet is keeping tight control of the situation. Back to you."

The commentary was accompanied by a jerky, civilian vid of a massive fireball suddenly erupting from the stately outlying Starfleet Command building.

"That's it. Screw regulations," Kirk declared. "Let's clear this whole thing up. Computer, summon Spock, McCoy and the rest of the gang to my quarters. Include the Impala's bridge crew."

Winchester was examining the frozen footage. "Jim, that's the same kind of explosive that blew up the negotiators' shuttle."

Kirk mulled that information over as he coaxed the Enterprise's computer into believing a glitch had popped up and all recording devices needed to be turned off. Then he flipped open the back of his communicator, pulled out a small set of tools and messed with the guts of the little device.

"Jammer?" Winchester asked and Kirk smirked.

Five minutes later, seven Enterprise officers and her Impala counterparts flooded the captain's small personal quarters. Chekov, Castiel and Sam parked themselves on the floor, Sulu, Jo and Ash crammed themselves onto Kirk's bunk, and the engineers claimed Kirk's small bench-couch while Spock and the doctors chose to stand.

All eyes were on the captains, who wordlessly played the news footage.

When it ended, silence filled the room.

"Conspiracy, dude," Ash muttered. "Haven't had to handle one of those yet. Looks like we're due."

"First up – locating Admiral Pike. Who has planet-side clearance? I'm grounded to either Enterprise or Starfleet Command. Winchester's in the same boat." Kirk looked around.

Uhura and Jo were the only people to raise their hand. "I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted that Starfleet thinks so little of me," Jo grumbled. "Should we go see what we can find out?"

"We are among the more discreet members of this group," Uhura agreed wryly with a smile. "We should leave now so if anyone asks, we don't know anything." She nodded to everyone in the room and discreetly squeezed Spock's hand before slipping out the door after Jo.

"All right," Winchester barked. "We need more information. And from now on, we're paranoid. The only people we trust are on our bridge crews. Anyone wants out, say so now." Everyone snorted in disdain, shook their heads no or raised accusatory eyebrows. Winchester grinned. "I had to ask. Ash, I think it's time you returned to your nefarious hacker roots."

"I can be of assistance as vell," Chekov piped up. Ash was prepared to look skeptical until Chekov scribbled something on his PADD and passed it over.

There was a pause.

"WHAT?" Ash blurted and Chekov looked…smug.

"Vell?"

Ash seemed to be having difficulty wrapping his head around whatever information Chekov had shared but nodded. "Sir, I could definitely make use of this kid if he's who he says he is."

"I am!"

Kirk chuckled. "He is, Ash. I was curious after that little Romulan prison escapade and looked into it a bit." Chekov shot a dismayed glance at his captain, who shrugged. "Come on, you had to know I'd be nosy, Pavel."

Now the Russian looked border-line mutinous and just a wee bit sulky. Ash grinned and snagged Chekov's shirt. "You and me, whiz kid. Let's go crack Starfleet wide open and remind 'em why it's a bad idea to think free spirits will ever be tied down in the trappings of a capitalist paramilitary regime!" Dragging a reluctant Enterprise navigator behind him, Ash made their escape as the captains turned to more scientific matters.

"The explosions," Kirk began. "We need to know everything there is to know about what happened and why the enemy chose this particular compound. Your initial scans stated it was a rather crude explosive, right Spock?"

"Correct, Captain. Commander Winchester's findings concur. If you have no objections, Commander Winchester and I will continue to investigate the explosions."

"Do it."

The first officers nodded but didn't leave the room. They needed to know everything.

"Bobby, you and Scotty sift through the scuttlebutt, see what's floating around Command and make sure our ships are ready for anything up to and including the apocalypse."

"Got it," Bobby drawled.

Scotty grinned. "Capt'n, permission tae tinker wi' the shield generators? If we're going tae walk the fine line of the law, Ah think we won't be seeing any Starfleet inspectors." Kirk nodded shortly.

"Any and all odd improvements. I want an edge that our enemies won't know about."

"That goes for Impala too."

The engineers grinned. Free rein and all they had to do was be sneaky about it. "Sulu, I want you and Castiel as our lookouts, working from the Enterprise. Feel free to bug appropriate offices, bribe news networks, whatever it takes, but I want to know what we're facing and I want to know yesterday."

"Aye, captain." Sulu was relieved. He had been afraid he'd be relegated to security detail or something – he wasn't a hacker, botanists weren't exactly spy material and the Enterprise wasn't going anywhere yet. Castiel looked happier as well and Sulu imagined he was thinking the same thing as Sulu.

"Doctors, I think you're on stand by. Feel free to help in whatever capacity you can." Winchester mused. "Kirk and I will go shake down the Admirals and see what the climate is like. Did we miss anything?"

No one had anything to add. "Be careful," Kirk stressed. "We can't afford to be caught and we're all pretty recognizable around Starfleet. This can't end badly. Our first priority is securing Admiral Pike with an endgame of finding out what the hell is going on. Dismissed."

Uhura and Jo

Jo glanced sideways at the glamorous communications officer beside her as they walked down sunny San Francisco streets, heading towards the smoking building. Jo was still new to the Impala and hadn't gotten close to the Enterprise officers yet, but Uhura was a legend around the Academy campus. Beautiful, brilliant and with a notorious independent streak, she had managed to wrangle a 98% average from the toughest Academy instructors. On top of that, Uhura was a genuinely nice person.

Jo's own accelerated program diploma paled in comparison. She was just a little star-struck, but snapped out of it when they approached the yellow crime scene tape. "Can't let you ladies pass," the security officer stated firmly, checking out both women with appreciative eyes.

Jo raised an eyebrow. "Do you know who we are and why we're here?" she demanded as Uhura fished out her communicator. The security officer looked baffled and Jo rolled her eyes. "Lieutenant-Commander, would you please tell Admiral Cartwright we've got a problem?"

The Enterprise officer nodded, murmuring into the communicator. The security guard looked taken aback and flustered. "Well, I don't know," he began as Jo started pulling out her ID, making sure she flashed it quickly enough that he didn't catch her name.

"Yes sir. The commander told him that. Yes sir. No sir. Of course sir. I can put him on." Uhura's voice had jumped in volume, crisp and official. The security guard was really wobbling now, his head swivelling from the on-scene command truck to the two important-looking ladies.

"That won't be necessary," he finally blurted and raised the tape. "Please, I was only trying to do my job."

Uhura turned back towards the guard and broke off her conversation with a "That won't be necessary, sir. We're getting through now."

The guard heaved a huge sigh of relief and Jo patronizingly patted his shoulder as she stepped past. "We get that you're trying to protect a crime scene, officer. We're glad to see such dedication, even if it's a little misguided."

Uhura gave him a beautifully blinding smile and the two girls were in, stepping across debris.

"We are good," Jo muttered and Uhura laughed under her breath.

"We are very good."

They sobered as upon approaching the building. "Damn," Jo whistled. The bomb had been overkill, too big for just Admiral Pike's office. She circled the blast radius, eyeing the evidence critically.

Uhura was sweet-talking yet another minion into letting her see the casualty list. To her relief, Admiral Pike wasn't on it. Flipping open her communicator, she asked Sulu if Pike had been found yet.

Jo was actually in the building by the time Uhura caught up. "Sulu says that Pike and his secretary are missing. Command's panicking over it and busy claiming this was an act of terror."

Fingering a singed wall thoughtfully, Jo shook her head. "I don't think this was an act of terror. Those bombs usually contain some sort of projectile to kill or maim and they're planted differently." Uhura watched as the young security chief crouched down to examine another piece of evidence.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this bomb was supposedly low-tech, right? For all that, it was very well placed and destroyed," Jo grunted and shoved a sooty sheet of drywall out of her way, fingering melted plastic and metal, "all the servers in Pike's command post. Server location is classified beyond classified. I imagine even the captains could only hazard a guess at server location. So how exactly did those 'terrorists' have the intelligence to plant a bomb so surgically?"

Uhura was impressed. It was a good question. "Additionally," Jo continued, poking around another corner with a mostly intact piece of trim, "I think Admiral Pike was taken out of here at phaser-point."

Uhura was very impressed. "How the hell do you know that?"

Jo grinned. "They assumed that a bomb would eradicate everything. They were wrong. There are phaser scars on the wall and we'll know for sure when I find what I'm looking for." She kicked over Pike's desk, which was charred and twisted almost beyond recognition. "Every admiral has quirks. Dean said that one of Pike's was that he didn't like having automated security in his office. Claimed he didn't like Big Brother watching all the time. Starfleet Command obliged him, but Pike's not stupid either."

Jo yanked at the least damaged desk leg, which snapped off with relative ease. "He had various parts of his office modified to contain security protocols, including his desk." She fished around in the hollow leg and came up with an intact recorder, grinning cheekily.

"And how do you know all this?" Uhura demanded. Jo suddenly looked like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Uh…"

Uhura laughed and took the recorder, checking it over. "You know what, I don't want to know as long as you keep your nose out of my journal. This recording will still play."

"Not now," Jo said quietly and immediately scanned a copy to both officers' communicators just in case. "Let's go before someone realizes we're here."

Ash and Chekov

Chekov stared in dismay at his surroundings. "Commander Ash, I do not tink dis a good idea." Ash spun around to tug his companion along, who looked a lot like a fawn in a den of wolves.

"You've never been into a place like this?" Chekov shook his head no emphatically and Ash gaped. "You hacked Starfleet Command with a standard issue Wal-Mart laptop?" he asked incredulously and Chekov nodded sheepishly.

"Vell, I did buy a top of de line model but yes. I did not vish to bring trouble on my muzzer's head."

"And hacking Starfleet Command didn't count as trouble?"

"I vasn't going to get caught. Ve weren't in trouble until Mikael tried to hack de intelligence reports. I told him for dat ve needed another night of planning but he disagreed. Dat vas vhen ve got into trouble. He should have listened."

Ash snorted a laugh. The kid had balls, he'd give Chekov that. "Come on. You can do so much more with the less-legal stuff and this way our girls won't be in trouble if we get busted. Enterprise and Impala can stay squeaky clean."

"Ve von't get busted, but I see your point." Chekov tried to muster up a tough face and Ash rolled his eyes. Telling the Russian he wasn't mean enough to look scary would just be cruel.

They were in the darker side of town, Ash looking for a particular vendor. Ducking into a dingy shop, he strolled past the counter and into the back break room. "Pat! Your fat ass still alive?"

Chekov blinked in surprise as a very large, possibly Asian man covered in tattoos snorted, jerking awake from his nap on a sagging, dirty couch. "Ash? Ash, it's been years, you crazy dumb hick. Whaddaya want? And who's the fresh meat?"

Ash flopped down in the chair across from the couch, casually propping his feet up on a crate. "I need the works."

Pat looked surprised. "Ash needs the works? I don't want to know what you're up to then. And I don't want to know who the meat is. That way if you fuck up, I can honestly say I just sold you the hardware."

"Excellent." Ash handed over a very large stack of credits.

The money disappeared in an instant but Pat still looked wary. "You're paying me up front without haggling and you want my best stuff. Ash, what the hell?"

Ash grinned. "I'm legal now, doncha know. Starfleet officer and everything."

Pat heaved himself to his feet, slapped a palm to a reader panel and pulled open a cleverly hidden safe door. Slamming a crate down in front of the Impala's navigational officer, he gestured to the door. "Get out. Starfleet officer? You're hacking serious shit then and I don't need any more heat."

Ash popped the top off the crate and glanced inside. A wide grin spread all over his face. "You're a gentleman Pat, I don't care what they say. Pleasure doing business with you."

"Out, both of you."

They were back on the street in an instant, Ash tucking his crate under one arm. Chekov trailed after a very happy Ash, feeling lost. "Now then," Ash muttered. "Where do we set up?"

Perking up, Chekov finally felt like he could contribute. "I tink I hev a place. Secure, data capabilities, wery easy to lose a potential tail on de way."

"Lead on, my man."

Sulu, Castiel, McCoy and Dr. Harvelle

"I'm feeling distinctly undervalued," Ellen grumbled. McCoy glanced over at the Impala's CMO from his slouched position in Kirk's command chair on the bridge.

"Join the club," Sulu muttered from his seat at the piloting console, doing his research on a PADD provided by Chekov, who had solemnly instructed him not to mess with the code or settings and reminded Sulu like a small child to not use the ship for this quasi-legal research. The Enterprise never forgot, Chekov said mournfully but proudly.

Castiel on the other hand, was using the communications station to monitor all news and judging from the frustrated look on his face, there wasn't anything new on.

"I hate the hurry up and wait game," Ellen continued to grumble, trying to distract herself with a PADD. "Should have gone with Bobby."

"Then you'd be covered in grease and listening to engineers talk shop. Just wait. Everything will go to hell in a few hours and then we'll have to fix it," McCoy said with rare patience. He himself had been resigned to this part of the operation from the beginning.

Castiel punched a button irritably.

Clearly he and Ellen shared the same opinion.

The Winchesters, Spock and Kirk

"Well, if this isn't just jim-jam dandy," Dean growled, staring at the blank red doors. "The Admiralty is currently unavailable. Please wait," he minced in poor imitation of the uptight secretary out front. "Bet they're all running around inside like beheaded chickens, freaking out over the fact they have an Admiral missing."

Kirk grunted in agreement, both captains pacing as their first officers stood by silently.

They waited for another half an hour before the doors hissed open and grim-faced Admirals stalked out. "Captains, enter," Admiral Chandra called from inside.

The admiral was usually smooth-faced, constantly neutral. At the moment, his face was lined with care and worry showed in his eyes. "No doubt you two and your crews have noticed the uproar. Officially, there's nothing I can do. My hands are tied – the rest of Starfleet Command thinks the best option is to sit and wait. Of course, there isn't a leak within Starfleet. This is just a terrorist attack, according to my esteemed colleagues."

Chandra's sarcastic bravado cracked and he swallowed. Even an admiral couldn't go against the entire board of his peers without support and his best backer was missing. The two captains found themselves rooting for the tired man. Even if he had never been their favourite person, he had always been undeniably fair in their dealings with him.

"We've got it, sir." Kirk reassured.

"I hope you do, Captain because if you don't, there won't be anything to save you and your crews from a court martial or worse. I will be of no help." Admiral Chandra warned. "Starfleet Command is afraid and they're looking for a scapegoat. Right now, a mole could have free run of Command and you're on official lockdown. Get caught stepping out of line and it'll be the end. The leak is high up, Captain Kirk. They have considerable influence and several Admirals would love to hand your heads to you."

"Understood, sir." Dean replied.

Sam's communicator warbled and he answered discreetly. "What? Pike? Really?"

Hope sprang to life in Admiral Chandra's face. "You have a lead on Pike? Get him back, captains. And if anyone asks, this conversation never happened."

The captains nodded and excused themselves. "What did Jo say?" Dean demanded. Sam looked worried.

"She found one of Pike's hidden recorders in his office. All she's got is that he was alive and out of the building when it blew. Uhura's cleaning it up as we speak."

Enterprise

Kirk leaned over Uhura's shoulder as she pressed play.

Pike's voice sprang to life over the bridge speakers. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

"Who we are is not your business!" The voice was heavy, hard and undeniably Romulan. Sam started in recognition.

"I beg to differ. You're holding a phaser to the temple of my secretary. You made it my business. I repeat, who are you?"

"Move!"

There was a feminine gasp, a whirr of wheels and Pike said "All right, calm down. Let Misaki go, I'm complying."

Then there was silence before the recording cut out at the time of the explosion. The Romulans had taken Pike and probably the secretary.

"Dean, that was the captain who took me prisoner to Remus!" Sam exclaimed, plopping down at the science station and flipping through known Romulan commander files. "Him!"

The picture that cropped up on screen was young but hard and lined with cruelty. "Commander Vern," Sam pronounced triumphantly. "Part of the uber-conservative Romulans who think that they should conquer the Federation before the Federation conquers them. Starfleet's been trying to figure out who he answers to for the past year but haven't gotten a lead."

"All right, but how does that help us find Pike?" Dean demanded.

Sam shrugged helplessly. "The details of his file are locked out to anyone lower than an admiral."

Chekov and Ash

"This is your place?" Ash stared in disbelief as Chekov calmly plugged their new PADD into the antique data port.

They were sitting in a dingy café, Chekov eagerly eyeing his Danish and coffee as he convinced the PADD that yes, he did want to access the network. "Dis is de best place to be," he explained calmly. "No vone ewer looks in dese places. And even if dhey did find us, all they vould know is dat ve vere here. No cameras and de old networks do not register anything more than de PADD's presence. I am surprised you do not know dis."

Ash slumped back into the comfortable, abused couch. "There's a child's logic in there somewhere. You do know that these networks can be hacked, right?"

Chekov shrugged. "As long as you stay on top of it, dere is no problem."

"No problem."

"Da."

"Right."

There was a minute's silence.

"Ah, Keptin Kirk has a request. Ve must get dis particular file to dem ASAP. Vould you like to do de honours?"

"Naw, I'll let you work and I'll keep an eye out."

Enterprise

"Well that was a colossal waste of time," Bobby grumbled. They had returned to the Enterprise after trolling the engineer haunts. Engineers were Starfleet's biggest gossips, talking shop over warp cores and coolant pipes and deceleration drives.

Usually, anyway.

"Aye," Scotty mused. "That means the admirals are keepin' this away from even their secretaries." If even the paper pushers didn't know, this was a problem. "All we can do is tell the captains. And after we boost Enterprise's shields, I have an idea about the Impala's phasers, sommat the Enterprise makes use of but Starfleet doesn't exactly know about. Are ye interested?"

"Is Dean a trouble magnet?" Bobby asked rhetorically.

Time passed quietly. Hacking is not an instant science and no one wanted to get caught. The doctors eventually kicked their captains into the Enterprise's ready room where Kirk dug out a set of cards. Uhura mysteriously provided a pocket of mints as chips. "Is it regulation to distract your captain with candy?" Jo asked curiously.

"You try working with him in deep space when there's absolutely nothing for him to do. Regulations don't apply as long as it keeps him out of my hair," Uhura replied shortly and Jo snickered. McCoy rolled his eyes but didn't dispute and Sam looked rather interested in the tactic.

"Incoming packet from Chekov and Ash," Ellen reported from where she had been babysitting the message PADD. Everyone perked up instantly.

"Captain!" Sulu called suddenly.

"What is it, Mr. Sulu?"

"Sir, the Romulan ambassador's shuttle was just shot out of the sky. By the Impala."

Several pairs of eyes turned to a very confused Captain Dean Winchester.

"What the hell?"