McCoy was as good as his word. Uhura killed in her little black dress and heels. Waving McCoy into the apartment, she shushed him while her mind listened for Midlin's destination; Spock warned her Midlin had changed their destination hoping to avoid an intrusion by McCoy. Spock's telepathy came through clear as a bell; whatever was happening hadn't happened yet. Plucking the establishment's address from Spock's head, she grabbed Leonard's arm and they rushed into the waiting Embassy limo. Embassy license plates got them to Bix mere minutes after Spock and his whacked out therapist. Entering surreptitiously, Uhura walked into the bar behind McCoy - steering the doctor behind the grand piano to a good vantage point to observe Midlin.
As had been the pattern every previous night, Midlin and Spock were shown to a secluded table. After a one-sided conversation where Midlin perused the menu and Spock perused the grain in the maple table top, Midlin ordered for them both. Waiting for their drinks, Midlin continued her one-sided conversation while Spock continued to compute the 4-millionth digit of pi.
Uhura launched McCoy from behind the piano towards Spock's table as soon as the waiter left but she did not accompany him. Backing up Uhura's gambit, McCoy again joined Spock and Midlin, pulling a chair over from a nearby table. Annoyance quickly overtook Midlin's overly painted face.
Uhura's entrance could not have been more noticeable. She arrived carrying the tray of ordered drinks and a dazzling smile. Sitting the tray on the table she passed glasses to everyone but Spock.
"Dr. Midlin, Spock. How has the therapy been working?"