Patricia Midlin looked like someone was trying to steal her wedding ring. Any professionalism left when Uhura showed up wearing that dress.
"Lieutenant. What a coincidence. You should not be here. Your presence will set back Commander Spock's progress."
Uhura's eyes changed shape to slits. The change reminded Leonard McCoy why he was divorced four times - women like Uhura were dangerous.
"Really, doctor? As you should be completing your 'therapy', I would think a short visit of encouragement wouldn't affect your 'results'."
After weeks of working on Spock, Midlin wasn't about to let her best chance of snagging a Vulcan husband leave with the Enterprise. As long as no Federation marriage registration existed between Spock and Uhura, Spock was fair game. Eradicating that bond - and Midlin didn't believe one existed - could be handled later IF Spock stayed with her on Earth.
"I'm sure you're aware, Lieutenant," Midlin's staccato spat out emphasizing Uhura's rank, "that therapy of this sort requires time to achieve full results. I'm considering keeping Mr. Spock on Earth to ensure he reaps the maximum benefits."
McCoy had never seen Midlin like this. Uhura's body language broadcasted loudly that Midlin had picked the wrong woman's husband to try this on.
Spock stared at his bond mate, unable to communicate with or read her telepathically through her tight shielding. Spock would not hesitate to resign his commission and join the New Vulcan Endangered Species Continuous Sperm Donors Group to avoid staying on Earth with Patricia Midlin.
Flames blazed in Uhura's eyes. McCoy didn't note his own slow slide away from the two women until his chair made a noise as it scraped the oak floor.
"I'm sure the drugs you've been giving Spock will eliminate the need to continue treating him after this evening, doctor. Spock's done with therapy and he's done with you!" Uhura informed Dr. Midlin.
"My therapy does not include medications, Lieutenant. I'm insulted at your accusation and your interference!"
"Hold on, there! What medication!?" McCoy squeezed in, "I tested him - he's clean!"
Midlin's cheshire cat smile didn't faze Uhura.
"She's feeding him coffee crammed with cinnamon, Leonard. It's a Class 3 narcotic for Vulcans. I checked with the waiter - she had them load his coffee up then add coffee liquer to hide the scent. In these amounts its considered a Vulcan date-rape drug throughout the Federation. If Spock wasn't half human she'd have controlled him completely."
The trapped animal reality didn't stop Midlin from extending her claws. Standing up, the psychologist leaned in and got in Uhura's face.
"You can't handle a Vulcan man, Lieuten -"
Uhura's upper-cut to Midlin's chin laid the physician flat out on the bench seat behind her.
"Jesus, Uhura! She's unconscious!" McCoy yelled, scrambling over to check Midlin.
"I called M'Benga and had Midlin's bar order sent directly to his lab. I also talked the manager into giving me a copy of the security tapes." Uhura explained with a smug grin, tapping her comm.
Saving Earth twice and looking like Uhura had its perks.
Spock watched Uhura, his Vulcan warrior princess. Surging arousal saturated their bond link in both directions. Spock's ears and Uhura's cheeks flushed at the erotic images shifting back and forth across their link. Furtive strokes of his hand by hers didn't help his control. Spock covertly "adjusted" himself to prevent cutting off circulation to a crucial appendage. Uhura noted his nostril flare as the scent of her increasing lubrication hit his sensitive nose. The couple had a lot of "recreation" to catch up on.
For the first time that evening, Spock spoke.
"Dr. McCoy, do you need assistance with Dr. Midlin?" he inquired, standing to free up more room in the front of his pants.
"No, no... She's comin' around. Uhura, you're not worried about her filing charges?" McCoy asked as he helped Midlin sit up.
"Not if she wants to keep her license. When she's conscious tell her I said to keep her hands off my mate and to approve and file those 'Return to Duty' forms with Starfleet Medical TONIGHT or I WILL file charges."
Slipping into Spock's arms, Uhura kissed him for the first time in weeks. Spock pulled her tightly against him, rubbing himself against her leg while his tongue tickled hers. Reluctantly breaking away before they embarrassed themselves in public, she informed McCoy of the revised transportation plan.
"We'll take a cab - you can take Dr. Midlin home in the limo."
"Gee, thanks! I'm stuck with the crazy lady."
"We'll make it up to you, Leonard," and with a wave Uhura dragged Spock past a bar full of admiring males who kept very quiet because her escort growled loudly and bared his teeth at them.