Tom walked with Chakotay down the halls of Voyager. "What do you think about what my father had to say? You think Seven's really done it again?"

"I know she has," Chakotay growled. "I warned that woman…I warned Kathryn." He stopped just outside the turbo lift and punched at the wall.

"Whoa!" Tom said. "Voyager just had a refit. You think you're angry now? Deal with Belanna when she has to spare a crew to fix holes in the wall."

"No problem."

Tom rolled his eyes. "Says the man who doesn't have to live with her." He threw Chakotay's hand down. "You need to get a grip. You're already seen as way overly emotional these days. I've been able to chalk it up to everything that's gone on these past few months but you, my man, need to get it together."

"I need to go home and find Kathryn."

"Dad's on it. He'll call as soon as he knows there's something we can do."

Chakotay took a deep breath and exhaled. "You're right. Besides, I don't think Seven would take out Kathryn just after she resurrected her. What would be the point?"

Tom shook his head. "I don't know. But I don't think Seven is capable of killing her."

"She already did."

"Yeah, but that was an accident. An impulsive action that she didn't see the consequences of…"

Chakotay put a finger in Tom's face. "See, right there. That's the attitude that got Kathryn killed the first time. And now, it's what may bury her for good this time."

"Bridge to the Captain."

Chakotay slapped his combadge and said, "Go ahead, Harry."

"Sir, priority one message is incoming from Starfleet Headquarters to you."

"I'll be right there." He looked at Tom and opened the lift door. "Let's go."

A few minutes later, Chakotay and Tom sprinted onto the bridge. "Put it through to my ready room, Harry."

"Aye, sir."

Chakotay and Tom entered the ready room and sat down. Chakotay punched up the console and Admiral Jellico appeared on screen.

Tom looked at Chakotay and said, "Where's my father?"

"That's what we'd like to know," Admiral Jellico answered. "Your father has gone missing."

"Missing?" Tom said.

"That makes two," Chakotay said.

Admiral Jellico nodded. "Two too many."

"Where was he last seen?" Tom said.

"At the Academy. He went to go see…"

"Seven," Chakotay finished.

Admiral Jellico nodded. "Yes. Apparently he was working on a theory that Seven has had something to do with Admiral Janeway's disappearance. He had all but confirmed that she hasn't been physically seen in the past four weeks. Yet, I have padds here showing she's kept up her work."

"Seven," Chakotay said. "She's been masquerading as Kathryn."

"Well, yes and no. We believe Seven has definitely manipulated the log entries and completed some of the work attached to Admiral Janeway's log ins but the most recent reports are more likely than not from the Admiral herself."

"That makes no sense," Tom said. "If Seven did do something to her, why would…how could Admiral Janeway make it look like she was just fine?"

"Seven is forcing her to keep up an appearance so no one would know she was gone," Chakotay said.

"How? Why?" Tom said.

"How is the question of the moment," Admiral Jellico said. "My guess is your father got too close to the truth and has probably found himself in the same predicament as Admiral Janeway."

Tom rose from his seat. "Where is Seven? I want to know what she knows about my father."

"Seven has conveniently disappeared," Admiral Jellico said. "We have her office and apartment contained and forensic teams are combing through them now."

Tom paced the room. "You won't find anything. She's too good."

"Even the best slip up," Admiral Jellico said. "She hasn't harmed Admiral Janeway. At least not by the looks of these reports. We have no reason to think she'd do any harm to your father."

Tom folded his arms. "And I just take your word on that?"

Admiral Jellico looked at both men and said, "I have ordered Voyager back to base. You may return immediately. The Nevean rebels haven't caused us too many problems. The other starships can handle it. I think you'll be more useful here in flushing out Seven, especially you, Chakotay."

Chakotay nodded. "Acknowledged. We'll be home by tonight."

"We'll expect you."

The Starfleet emblem flashed back to the computer and Chakotay watched Tom pace back and forth.

"I'll kill her," Tom mumbled. "First my kid and now my parent. And I don't want to hear any medical nonsense from the Doctor about mental incapacity or stress. I want Seven's answers and then I want a nice cold jail cell for her, now! I know just the place too. I knew I was keeping a cell warm for someone." He looked at Chakotay sitting behind his desk. "How can you just sit there and be calm?"

"Because someone told me to get a grip and stop letting my emotions run the show. It was good advice. And you and I need to do that if we're going to find them."

Tom scoffed. "Maybe but I'm not so sure it was good advice."

Chakotay leaned back and said, "Honestly, I find that visualizing at the moment when this is all over and I have Kathryn back in my arms…I am going to look down at her with great love and great respect and say, 'I told you so'."

Tom's anger dissolved into a smirk. "Please, wait for me to witness that. I'd pay good money to see her haul off and deck you."

Chakotay grinned. "Actually, it's a fair bet that your father and Kathryn are being held together."

"Yeah, the last time was at a Cardassian war camp. My father still doesn't speak about it much."

Chakotay watched Tom's face darken. "Seven has never been sweetness and light but she is hardly a Cardassian. I agree with Admiral Jellico. She has a reason for keeping her alive and your father too."

"Which is what exactly?"

"Seven knows I'll go after her. Kathryn is bait for me. A challenge."

"To what end?" Tom said.

"To prove my love for her or lack thereof. To finally make a choice between them. Seven is going to get me and, when she does, she's going to be very, very sorry."