"Who else?" I can hear his astounded eye-squint in Jean Luc's voice. "Jellico? Are you sure?"

"Did I just hear Jellico?" I walk in from the kitchen, a sandwich in my hand and crumbs on the corner of my mouth.

"Mama-" Looking at the console, I don't feel Saoirse small hand reach up for the sandwich. Suddenly, I look down at her, "Oh, Kitten, I don't think you'll like this. It has olives in it."

She shakes her head, looks at me with bright puppy eyes, and keeps her hand extended in supplication for a piece of my food. I can't resist those green-blue eyes and that face that melts my heart, "Ok, but just a small bite to see if you like it."

As she scrunches her nose and chews the bread I turn my attention back to the two men working at the computer. I catch a smile in Jean Luc's face when I see him looking at the two of us. He starts, "Data's relaying us all the information that he's getting from the Daystrom Database. There's not a lot on the official database other than engine schematics and encyclopedic articles on warp and impulse theory…"

I smile knowing there's more. "But?"

Wesley looks up, "But he's been able to break the codes and get into the main computer. So far, thankfully, it doesn't look like he's been detected which means he hasn't been locked out."

"Locked out? I thought you said that they wouldn't know?" In my peripheral vision the little greedy hand returns and I willingly relinquish another bite of my sandwich.

"The computers at the Daystrom Institute are highly complex – maybe more so than those aboard the Titan. Data, Geordi, and I have to work fast. We had to come up with a way that their computers wouldn't detect us. Right now, our attempts look to whoever is using the Daystrom computer as a routine diagnostic. But, if they're smart, it's not going to take them long to smell a rat."

"So," I sit down and hand Saoirse to her father. "What have you got so far?"

Jean Luc smiles at me, "A lot. Lists of names of people who've been involved in different scandals. Paper trails of illegal activity, but…"

"No recordings?"

Wes shakes his head. "None… so far." He wipes his eyes. "I just don't think we're looking in the right place. They've got to be hidden under Savet's personal files. His or Vera's or…Jack!"

His hands type feverishly at the console. A contorted smile overtakes his placid features, "I can't believe that I forgot about Jack! This could be the ticket!"

Jean Luc looks down at his lap while we wait for Data's response. "Papa," she points at him. He just smiles at her while she formulates a thought. She looks curiously at her hands, covered in olive tapenade, and then up at me, "Mama, more!"

Jean Luc just laughs and kisses her auburn ringlets. "I think she wants the rest of your sandwich, Beverly."

I nod my head, and relinquish the last bit of my lunch to her tiny hands. "I didn't think she liked olives!" I watch as shards of the bread fall onto Jean Luc's lap. "Oh, Jean Luc she's going to get crumbs all over you!"

His only response is to give her another kiss as she shoves bits of bread into her hungry mouth, "That's alright…. Anything yet, Wes?"

"No," he looks over. "I think he's still looking. Either that, or he's having trouble accessing the files."

I'm still curious about the mention of the name Jellico. The memory of him and the circumstances that brought him to the Enterprise are still fresh in my mind. We had been on a mission on Celtris III – Jean Luc, Worf, and myself. During the course of the mission, Jean Luc had been captured by the Cardassians, while Worf and I had gotten away.

That incident was the first time that I came close to having a nervous breakdown. We all assumed that Jean Luc was dead after we lost contact with him. When we found him, he was broken. He had been starved and tortured by a Cardassian named Gul Madred. The night he returned we had been alone in sickbay. He was asleep after all that had happened to him; I had made it a point to sedate him. I had come so close to losing him that I sat by his bed the whole night. I whispered and cried over and over again that I loved him and I didn't want to lose him. Of course, he didn't hear me and I never repeated those three words until two years ago.

"Data!" Wesley smiles at the console. "You're a genius!"

"Luck, Wesley?" I grin at him.

"Oh you have no idea!" He looks over at us. "It was all under Jack's file. Everything. It's being downloaded now."

In the interim, "Why did Jelico's name come up?" I ask, bending down to pick up a fussing baby from his play pen.

"Oh!" Jean Luc repositions Saoirse. "We found the 24th century equivent of –" He looks over, "What did you call it, Wes?"

He turns his attention away from the computer. "A little black book. We found the Daystrom's little black book."

I shake my head and smile, "I'm not familiar with 21st of 22nd century colloquialisms. What's a little black book?"

They collectively smile at my naiveté. "Hundreds of years ago, before communicators people used these large electronic devices called telephones to call one another. They were-"

I roll my eyes, "Yes, Wes," I laugh. "I know what a telephone is."

He puts up his hands in surrender, "Listen, I'm just trying to cover all your bases. This is your second strike, I just want to make sure that you don't embarrass yourself any further…" he jokes garnering him a jovial shove on the arm as Jean Luc laughs with him.

"You're lucky I love you so much, Wesley," I tousle his hair and plant a kiss on his head. "So, go on about the little black book."

"Basically," he smoothes his rumpled hair. "It was where people kept all their contact information written down – telephone numbers, addresses, etc…"

"Alright, so what's in the Daystrom's little black book?"

"Names," Wesley fiddles with the console, monitoring the download. "A lot of captains, admirals, politicians."

"Besides Jelico, who else is there?"

He shakes his head in disbelief. "I can't even wrap my head around it. Some of them, I believe and then others… well I never saw that coming. But there were the obvious: Nechayev, Nakamura, Hayes, Spillings, Wentworth, Xi… and those are only just the beginning."

My eyes are open wide in disbelief, "Wesley, that's half of the admiralty! And there's more?"

Jean Luc nods, "That's just the beginning. There are at least 2-dozen captains, and then some politicians and a few members of the Federation High Council. It's appalling."

I rumple my brow, "Are you sure they're all involved?"

Wesley rolls his eyes as Saoirse ambles from Jean Luc's lap to his own. "Mom, do you really doubt it based on what we've seen in the last year?"

"No," I sigh dejectedly. "I suppose not."

"Hi, Kitten," Wes plants a kiss on her head as she settles against his chest. He turns his attention to the screen. "Data's been locked out. But," he smiles. "We got everything."

I look on at the console and my eyes nearly bug out of my head, "One Terabyte! Wesley, how are you going to sort through it all?"

He shrugs. "It seems like a lot, but most of that was downloaded in the last couple of minutes and I'm assuming it's mostly video files. Now, we just have to sort through it."

Jean Luc is silent as we scan. "Dear God, Wes," He braces himself with a hand on his son's arm. "These experiments – they've been going on for quite a while."

Wes looks down at the ambivalent little girl in his arms, "We've got a lot of work to do, Kitten."

The doorbell rings and rivets our attention away from the console. Fear grips all of us instantaneously. If anyone knew that we were here, we'd have no chance. We'd be taken into custody and…

Oh I wonder who it could be... :) Thanks for reading and I'd love to hear from you! -Becca