"I met with him. When we were finished I thought he resumed his shift duties."
Their eyes continued the task of pulling the details of what happened from a reluctant Jim Kirk.
"We talked about the stress on the crew, the bridge staff. We discussed his tantrum."
Kirk looked directly at Uhura during this admission. Her rolled eyes communicated her dissatisfaction with Kirk's choices regarding Spock so far.
"I suggested he come up with a creative way to get the crew some well deserved down time - especially the bridge crew."
"What did he do after you argued with him?" Uhura interrogated.
"I dunno," Kirk replied, rubbing his neck to release the tension caused by her scrutiny.
"He spent 15 minutes, maybe 20, working at something on his PADD then he left for the rest of his shift."
Chekov, the fastest computer genius in Jim's quarters, quickly accessed Spock's files.
"Yo moyo! The Commander charted our course through every shore leave option between here and Starbase 84. It's all here - assignments, crew rotations, science missions, supplies acquisition and shore leave schedules."
Jim rubbed his stubble, invoking his command mode.
"Spock took care of the crew. We need to take care of him. Bones - I need you to put him on medical leave effective 0100 hours today."
"Done, Jim," Bones confirmed as he furiously banged a badly aimed finger into his PADD.
"Sulu, I'll need you to act as unofficial first officer until we find and retrieve Spock. Sign a few things with Spock's name. You okay with that?"
"No problem, Cap'n."
"Uhura - I need your Spock radar. You and I are going to take a shuttle and track Spock's engine signature until we locate him.
"I'm guessing if he landed an Enterprise shuttle at any of the bigger worlds like Betazed or Son'A, we'd know. So you and I are gonna hit some of the smaller places along the way. Pack for a couple of diplomatic missions. Most of these little places haven't decided how they feel about the Federation with Vulcan gone; we need to be careful.
"Chekov, see if you can get an engine signature reading and feed it into our shuttle's navigational computer. We'll calculate our course options once we're en route.
"Any questions?"
The room remained quiet.
"Uhura, meet me in shuttle bay 2 in 20 minutes. Everyone dismissed."
