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Authors Notes: As usual, profanity, bad formatting, terrible plots and horrendous grammar. Apologies and thanks if you're still reading.

One Web in Front of Another.

I have no idea where Tom is taking me, he's so far refused to say a word since we got in the Turbo-lift, instead he focuses on chewing his finger nails and the occasional prayer under his breath between pacing and fretting.

When the lift stops and the doors open, he takes off quicker than an uninvited mouse at a cat party. I've never seen him move with such speed in the entire time I've known him accept the one-time Neelix found what was arguably the best bacon substitute the Delta Quadrant has and held a bacon party in the Mess-hall.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I ask as I follow him along the corridor.

"Sickbay." Comes the curt reply.

Sickbay? He put Torres in Sickbay?

Within seconds we're outside Sickbay and Tom is sweating with an intense fear. He takes a few deep breaths and then we enter. Thankfully it's deserted, the Doctor doesn't appear to be activated which will make things go a lot smoother, but I can honestly say I'm absolute intrigued as to what's going on. Striding through the Doctors office and the lab, Tom comes to stop before the wall of morgue units for body storage.

A real dread begins to build in me.

He can't of… he wouldn't of… She can't be… If there's a dead body in this drawer, I swear to the spirits I will tell Tuvok everything, I'll sing like a canary because shit just got serious.

Gingerly Tom reaches for the control panel, gives me one final look of despair, braces himself and opens the unit.

A long drawer slowly slides out, a long drawer containing the very much alive and very, very much pissed off B'Elanna Torres.

"YOU ABSOLUTE P'TAK!" She's shivering with cold but there's a fire of fury burning in her eyes that is completely terrifying. "YOU LOCKED ME IN THIS FUCKING THING ALL NIGHT!"

"B..." Tom tries to interrupt her but unless the ship suddenly rips apart and we all suddenly die in the icy expanse of space, nothing and no one is going to stop B'Elanna from verbally destroying Tom Paris.

"YOU ARE SO DENSE LIGHT BENDS AROUND YOU! I'VE NEVER MET A BIGGER IDIOT IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING BEING WITH YOU!?" I'm trying my best to not laugh as B'Elanna rages with the power of thousand suns, Tom has picked a spot on the floor to stare at as he is roasted, it's like watching a child being reprimanded by his mother.

"I swear to Kahless, if I had Bat'Leth right now I'd castrate you on the spot!" She shoves him hard in the chest away from her and swings her legs round onto the floor before standing on shaky legs. "You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me Flyboy and I'm going to let you know that in as many ways as I can possible imagine." She spits out the words as though they were filth in her mouth and "I can't even begin to describe just how much I hate you right now."

"B… I know..."

"Nothing..." She interrupts "...Absolutely nothing, you are the stupidest person I have ever known, what fuck is wrong with you!?"

"I don't know, and I mean that, I really don't know, we can't remember anything from last night."

"Nice try Flyboy, you're got getting out of this that easy!"

As much as I don't want to defend Tom, seeing as he locked B'Elanna in a morgue drawer for the entire night, but how things got to that point, we really don't know and B'Elanna can fill in the blanks for us that will then hopefully lead to Kathryn.

"B'Elanna, he really doesn't remember, neither of us do. It's taken us this long to find you." I try my best doe eyes as I speak, in hopes that it will placate the monster lurking behind her eyes currently. She shakes her head first in incredulousness, looking back and forth between the two of us before realising we really don't have a clue.

"You really don't remember?"

We both shake our heads in unison.

"And we don't know where the Captain is, all we have is her Comm-badge and we're more than a little concerned as to whether we had anything to do with it." I admit.

B'Elanna stares at me wide-eyed for a moment before choking on an unmistakable giggle.

"Oh boy, you really don't remember do you?" She laughs.

Again, we shake our heads in unison and I brace myself ready for the oncoming onslaught just what we did last night.

"This is going to be fun." Her eyes flare with joy "Don't think this gets you off the hook though, although I'm pretty sure you're both about to be in a world of shit." Oh Gods, I don't like the sound of this. Something wicked this way comes.

I swear to the Spirits I am never drinking this much ever again, that's if I ever drink again. Although to be in the state we were I'm pretty sure that we probably drank through most of my supply of cider and there's a sadness I wasn't expecting in knowing that.

My cider stash was my little secret, the one thing on this ship that was solely mine and mine alone and it was the one comfort I had in this otherwise uncomfortable existence. I've never been a real big drinker in my life, cider is usually as far as it goes but anyone that has had any reasonable experience with cider knows that some is more than enough and in order to get blackout drunk, we had to have drained most of the bottles.

There's something about knowing that if we do figure out where Kathryn is, that I will probably never share another glass with her, that feels me such a depression. Kathryn herself is rather partial to a few glasses of cider and also an incredible lightweight, often becoming giddy after only a glass and becomes the relaxed Kathryn who lets herself laugh and smile more than my heart can bear. Even if we do find her, there's a chance that whatever occurred last night will cause her to never speak to me again and I really don't know if I can handle that.

As I've let my thoughts wonder, I've been trying desperately to zone out the worst of the verbal tongue-lashing Paris is currently receiving from Torres, her arms are flailing and her cheeks are red with the effort of dressing him down and it occurs to me I might not be the only one who might end up never being able to talk to his beloved again…

"I'm sorry B, I really am." Tom has his classic remorseful face on but B'Elanna pays it and the apology no attention and walks stiffly through to the Doctor's office before taking a seat at his desk.

"Can you take this security lock off my Comm-badge, I'm nearly 4 hours late for my shift at this point and I can only imagine the chaos." She passes her badge to a blank faced Tom.

"Uhm… I don't remember the code." He admits quietly.

Torres sighs deeply and rolls her eyes in annoyance "Try 'I am the king of Voyager' dumbass."

Tom looks confused as all hell but tries it none the less, the confusion only growing when the authorisation works. With a frown he hands the badge back to visibly pissed off Torres.

"I'll meet you both in my quarters..." Uh oh, looks like Harry may be about to gain a roommate "... in... say… twenty minutes, I need to get hold of engineering and sort myself out." She dismisses us both with her hand, like she was shooing naughty children from her presence and we both amble into the corridor with our tails between our legs.

"Swap lives with me." Tom pleads meekly.

"Not a chance, I'd rather dip myself in seasoning and throw myself to the lions." I really would, I've dealt with enough of B'Elanna's rage over the years than was ever really necessary. I've seen her break enough people's faces to know I'm not getting involved.

"What was I thinking last night?!" He rubs his head with agitation as he speaks. "I sorta remember thinking that the one good place to hide B'Elanna was the morgue, but for what reason, I don't know, I have no idea why I wanted to hide her." He shakes his head in disbelief at himself and we start walking to the Turbo-lift.

"Maybe you guys had a fight…" Not completely out of the realm of possibilities, they do fight more than they do anything else, relationships built on passion tend to be fiery on all angles and Gods know even I've thought about bundling a few people into a cupboard and leaving them there when I've been having a particularly trying day, but he actually went ahead and did it… Drunk Paris really is a prick.

Tom hits the lift panel with slightly more force than necessary to call it, and sighs deeply.

"What if I did something worse to the Captain? I'm not just going to be demoted, I'm going to be de-headed…" He groans and we both step into the now waiting lift.

"We both will be, so at least you won't be alone Paris."

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to be alone all the way back to the Alpha quadrant after today."

I want to console him in some way, but the fact is, I fear the same. Always have. The fear has only grown more intense as the minutes go by and Kathryn remains missing. Without Kathryn, nothing will be as it should, without Kathryn nothing will have meaning. As the lift comes to a stop and we ready ourselves to find out what went on last night, I wonder if this is the end of everything for me.

Thinking about it I could use some consoling myself.