The following morning Molly was finding it exceedingly difficult to concentrate on writing up her reports.

Commander John Harrison's eyes continued to haunt her.

Admiral Marcus was clearly blackmailing him.

Why?

And how?

What did he have over him?

If nothing else she now understood why the Commander was so reserved and why he kept to himself.

But how was it possible that someone as clearly brilliant as John Harrison was reported to be would allow himself to fall under the control of a snake like Admiral Marcus?

Her teeth worried her bottom lip as she tried to think of answers to all these questions.

But she couldn't.

Clearly there was something she was missing…

As it was she had other mysteries that needed solving.

And yet…

She just couldn't forget the deep sorrow of those eyes.

Letting out a resigned sigh, Molly closed down the file she'd been working on.

It was time to do a little covert sleuthing.

She was going to see if she could find out just what the admiral had on him. And then she was going to look for a possible way to help him get out of it.

Molly realised that she should probably just go and ask the man himself. But she was certain that in all likelihood he wouldn't want or need the help from a young, female, junior officer like her.

No. Better she start this on her own. If she did manage to find something useful, then she could bring it to his attention.

'Now,' she thought, frowning slightly in concentration. 'Where to begin?'

Commander John Harrison was furious, and he didn't care who knew it.

In fact he preferred it that way.

At least he would be left to work on his own, instead of having to deal with complete imbeciles.

He was not the type of man to suffer fools gladly.

'And yet,' he thought bitterly, he had undoubtedly been the biggest fool of all.

As he returned to the designs of the long-range torpedoes he was currently developing, he wondered how it could be possible for someone as superior as he could end up being tricked by someone like Alexander Marcus.

The more he thought about it, the rawer he felt.

He turned away from the plans again. He needed to decide what his cause of action was going to be.

He had to find a way to get them free.

His crew.

No. His family.

But first he had to find their location.

Then he would get them as far away from Federation space as he possibly could.

Find them yes, that was the priority.

Then find a safe way to transport them until he could find somewhere out of the way to reawaken them.

His eyes flickered back to the plans…

"Perfect," he murmured, allowing a small smile to play across his lips.

Later that night Molly began her investigation.

It wasn't unheard of for Section 31 staff to be working late. Though the building was not as busy as it was during the day, as with other organizations there was the need for shift-workers.

And those who needed to work overtime.

With Molly's workload increasing, with more and more bodies being delivered to the morgue every day, and no sign that she was going to be receiving any assistance anytime soon. It hadn't been too hard for Molly to make a case for some overtime, so that she could catch up on the backlog of administrative work.

In truth the only backlog was due to those reports that she should have been working on that morning.

But she now had the required permissions to stay back late. She'd worry about the consequences later. She may only get one shot at this. So she was determined to use that time as productively as she could.

Not certain what she was looking for or where best to look, Molly decided the best place to start was the Personnel Files.

She called up the records for Commander John Harrison.

John Harrison was just making the finishing touches to the revised plans for the long-range torpedoes, when he received a notification on his terminal of an unauthorised access to his personnel files, or at least the personnel files relating to Commander John Harrison.

The fury he had finally been able to suppress while working on his mission to rescue his crew suddenly erupted back to life.

Whoever was daring to snoop around in his files would pay, and pay dearly.

He performed a quick scan to trace for the location of the security breach.

"I have you now," he snarled, getting to his feet and leaving his office.

And made his way over to the morgue.

Molly frowned. This was all very odd. In fact she would go so far as to say that it made no sense at all.

Personnel Files, especially in an installation like Section 31 would contain a wide range of information on each employee. The idea being that the more they had on you, the easier it would be to detect if anything untoward or 'out of the ordinary', tampering of records etc were to happen.

The records that were kept went right through your working career, not just your current employer. They also included a lot of personal information relating to employees private lives. It was claimed this information was needed in the name of security.

But Commander John Harrison's records were defined by the little data there was to be found.

It was almost as if he'd just magically appeared out of nowhere a little under a year ago.

"Is that the hold Marcus has over you?" she pondered aloud.

Molly was so caught up in what she was doing she was completely unaware she was being approached from behind.

"What do you think you are doing Lieutenant?" a deep, baritone voice enquired close to her ear.

Molly jumped in fright. There had been no indication that her unauthorised access to the file had been detected.

She leapt to her feet, whirled around and collided with the impressively muscled and very solid chest of Commander John Harrison.

Stepping back she made an attempt to put some distance between them. But the Commander would have none of it, taking hold of her arms he marched her back until she was slammed up against the wall at the rear of the morgue.

"Where do you think you're going little one?" he asked.

Molly was most definitely feeling small as he towered over her.

She tilted her head back in an attempt to look him in the face, rather than be sidetracked by his magnificent physique.

But… Oh, my!

She'd never seen him close up. They worked in two completely different areas, that didn't require that they had any dealings with each other.

Molly couldn't help herself. She'd likely never get another chance. So she let her eyes wander. That jet-black hair her fingers itched to run through. The hypnotic aqua coloured eyes she could lose herself in. Those high cheekbones she wanted to trace with her fingertips. And those heavenly full lip… lips she would give anything to taste.

Molly wasn't the only one cataloguing features.

John Harrison had been surprised on finding that the one accessing his file had been this petite, plain little Lieutenant.

Though as he looked down into her big brown eyes, and observed how her teeth worried her bottom lip. He realised he may have to re-evaluate his first brief impression of her.

He suddenly frowned, annoyed with himself and where his thoughts were headed.

He mentally shook his head as he re-focussed on why it was he was here. He wanted answers and she was going to give them to him.

He moved her arms that he had held at her sides so that they were now pressed against the wall above her head. Then he pressed one of his long legs intimately between her own.

She let out a startled gasp.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Lieutenant Molly Hooper, Pathologist," she immediately replied.

"And why Lieutenant Molly Hooper were you looking into my personnel files?"

"I wanted to help you."

"Help me?"

She nodded.

Harrison frowned. Not the answer he was expecting. Unless…

Leaning down so that he could look her straight in the eye.

"What is Admiral Marcus up to now? It must be something in particular if he feels the need to bring in what he no doubt believes I will see as an insignificant junior officer, instead of his spy."

It took a moment for the implication of his words to sink in. But when they did she shook her head vigorously.

"No," she cried out. "You've got it wrong. I told you before I was trying to find a way to help you."

The Commander laughed, but there was no humour in it.

"And why little one would you want to help me?"

Molly was finding it difficult to think clearly with his body still pressed so close to hers.

"Could you just move back a little bit?" she asked, a little breathlessly.

"No," was the response.

Molly took a deep breath, and then wished she hadn't as her lower body rubbed against the Commander's leg, and could not conceal the shudder as her body began to beg for release.

It was then that she became aware that the Commander was not so unaffected as he outwardly appeared, if the current hard-on against her hip was anything to go by.

A tell tale blush heated her cheeks.

He watched her closely as he waited for her answer.

"I saw you the other night when you went to see the Admiral," she explained. "He's blackmailing you isn't he?"

Harrison didn't respond.

"I wanted to help you."

"Why?"

"Because Alexander Marcus isn't a very nice man," she replied. "He's up to something that doesn't feel right. When I expressed my concerns about the use of pathogens and agents that have not been around for 300 years, he implied that I would meet an unpleasant end."

Harrison frowned. Clearly the Admiral's lust for war was taking a more sinister turn.

"And then there were the findings to the most recent bodies that I examined," Molly continued. "And the attachment from Marcus in the file that I'm certain wasn't supposed to be there."

"What did you find?"

Molly looked deep into his eyes.

"You're going to think I'm crazy."

"Tell me."

"The bodies weren't human, they were Klingon. The Admiral had them injected with augmented blood from a Khan Noonien Singh," she replied.

Every muscle in Harrison's body tensed. Molly could see he was in shock.

"He took my blood," he whispered. Then realisation set in. "Used my blood," he snarled.

Molly's eyes grew wide. "But you can't be… It's not possible." She shook her head with disbelief. "How? You should be…"

He looked coldly down at her.

"What?" he asked. "Dead?"

He suddenly rammed his body deliberately against hers. Finally giving in to his primal nature as he ground his erection against her core.

Molly felt her eyes roll to the back of her head and she let out a moan.

It was music to Khan's ears.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against the shell of her sensitive ear.

"I am Khan Noonien Singh," he murmured. "Do I feel dead to you?"