> > "However, if I remember correctly neither one of us really said just
> >who we were, Res.... If I am guilty of something, than you are as well.
> >Please sit down before we draw even more unwanted attention to
ourselves."
> >Sam continued somewhat calmly. For him the problems that could be
expected
> >were both professional and personal, as they now involved dear old
> >dad......
> >
>
> Sam could act calm about this right now, but Selara was far from calm. She
> glared at him - she could look magnificent when angered, with her eyes
> flashing and hair seeming to have a life of its own - and appeared
> controlled, but quite suddenly the ice in the water glasses seemed to
jump,
> threatening to shatter the glass.
>
> "You're right, Sam," she said through clenched teeth. She slowly sank
into
> her seat, though she looked like she might try to kill someone. Of course,
> now that her identity was known, she didn't know what he would do - call
the
> MPs on her, or pretend they were just a normal couple going through
> problems. "What do you suggest we do?"
>
Sam put an arm around her, as a show to everyone in the establishment
that things were indeed ok, and to the Admiral that they were a "couple".
At least that was the party line until they had some alone time to talk
things over.
"I think that we should go and talk to the Admiral over there at that
table. " Sam said calmly.
"Nice try, but I don't think so." Garibaldi countered. "He is under enough
scrutiny as it is being the CinC with all of Starfleet cracking and with
this nonsense concerning Doctor Brennan. We will meet you both in a more
privite setting. Down below sections of the station in two (2) hours.
Dress casual. We will meet at the very last cargo hold. Can't miss it, it
looks burned." he added casually so any one who may catch an odd word will
not know that there is *something wrong*.
Sam looked at Res for her reaction before he replied.
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