Where's The Boss

Posted on Fri Jan 23rd, 2015 @ 11:48pm by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Chaparral MD & Staff Warrant Officer Nexi

Mission: Reman Z
Location: Intel Office
Timeline: Current

Ethan had checked Dylan's chart and knew he'd recovered from the minor hand surgery and had been discharged. So he decided to pay him a surprise visit. He was off duty and he figured that Dylan probably was too. So dressed in a pair of gray slacks, a white buttoned down shirt with blue gray and black stripes and a gray v-neck sweater he headed to Dylan's quarters, but the man wasn't there so he headed to the Intel office instead, hoping that his ex would be there. He had brought a bottle of Betazed wine, from the Beggin's vintage, a 84.

He stepped into the Intel office and looked around.

The Intel office was not occupied by Lieutenant Santiago but rather a woman who wasn't even in uniform. She was leaning back in the chair, her feet kicked up on the desk as she read a PaDD. "That bottle of wine better not be for me," she said in a gruff tone without looking up from her reading material.

The corners of his lips turned up, "No, it isn't for you its for my b... it's for Dylan, uh, Lieutenant Santiago."

Nexi hadn't had a chance to meet this Dylan Santiago, but she sure as hell was going to go find him now. "Well, as you can see, I am not the Lieutenant nor is he here," she said idly, thumbing through the different documents on the PaDD. "Is there something else I can help you with?"

His smile turned into a smirk. "Yeah. I can tell you're not him, more attractive and has better manners. Is this the way you treat everyone that comes to visit?"

"I don't usually have people 'come to visit'," she replied bluntly, tossing the PaDD on the desk and removing her feet. She stood and strode right up to him. "What are your intentions with my boss?" she asked, just to be weird about it.

What was he going to say to that? I want to fuck his ass or have him do that to me? That response was probably not going to endear him to the woman and besides it wasn't any of her business.

"We're old friends and haven't seen each other for a while. Just trying to renew that friendship. Look, I'm sorry, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm Ethan Chaparral. Dr. Chaparral. And you are?"

"What friendship? The one that involves an '84 Beggin's and a distinct lack of clothing? Nice vintage, by the way," she said with a smirk, pointedly ignoring his query for her identity.

He noticed she hadn't given her name, but he was too amused by her comment to really care. "Well, I don't know if we're back to the distinct lack of clothing yet, but that is the general idea. He has really kissable lips and eyes that you could get lost in."

"No boinking my boss! Or I will find you and cut you," Nexi threatened with a sadistic little grin when really she couldn't care less who her boss was or who he screwed.

He cocked his head to one side trying to decide whether she was pulling his leg or she actually intended to carry out her threats. He paled, but only slightly,then recovered. "Don't you think he should have the right to decide who he's going to boink or who's going to boink him? I really don't see how that's any of your concern."

"Fuck, chill out, I was just messing with you," Nexi said with a snicker. "Though you should be careful. People in our line of work can't afford to be distracted, or have anyone that can be used against us," she added a bit more seriously.

"Then I guess we better be careful, not let our relationship get out, "he said, "or maybe I better learn how to be something more than be a doctor. My mother did teach me a few things, but I could always learn more."

"I knew and I've never met either of you before," Nexi replied. "And go learn all you want, just be careful." Nexi gave a tug on her leather duster to straighten it out and headed for the door.

"How did you know, I mean other than the fact I made it obvious," he called out to her retreating figure.

"I'm surrounded by dumb-asses! How the hell do you people not figure it out just by looking at me?!" she said with out stopping.

He watched her walk out and then did the same. He was going to say something more to her, but she was gone by this time. So he went in search of Dylan, not thinking to use the ship's computer to track him down.

He returned to his cabin and put the wine away.

Having nothing else better to do, he headed to the lounge. Some guy named Ian Storm had been sending messages to his PADD wanting to meed and against his better judgement he had agreed to meet with him.