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Posted on Wed Apr 13th, 2022 @ 4:40am by Lieutenant Sarah Wilson & Commander Finchley Kerr & Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen & Lieutenant Commander Dean House & Commodore S'thenosis Gorgox

Mission: *CD*
Location: Brig
Timeline: Just after docking at DS9

Finchley re-entered the brig having been recalled.

A short time later the team was once again assembled in front of Dean's cell one more. Ready to hear the verdict.

Savar stood looking through the forcefield at the reclining House. The Commodore, Kerr and Wilson also there with him. "Mr. House, we have reached a decision."

Dean pushed to stand up, after he finished the push-ups he was doing. Turning to them, "Alright. Which is, sirs?"

Sarah stood by and cautiously waited. She hoped they wouldn't throw the proverbial book at Dean. He was a nice guy and meant well by his actions. Still, when JAG was involved anything was possible.

As this was the Captain's chore, to deliver the bad news, S'thenosis stood by and waited patiently in case her presence of mind was requested or required. She did not envy the man his duty as delving out punishments often hurt the giver as much as the receiver.

Savar spoke, his eyes on House, his voice even. "Mr. House, your punishment is as follows. You will spend one more night in the brig, have two weeks potato duty and lastly a temporary reduction in rank to Lt. Commander for a period of six months or when you have proven to me you understand protocol."

"Okay. I'll agree on one condition." Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

Savar's look was positively glacial. "Mr. House you are in no position to make demands or issue conditions."

"Yet you haven't even heard it. Or shall I report that your wife stabbed an officer and I don't see her here in the cell next to me."

"Careful Mr. House. Your words are consistent with someone who is threatening a superior officer, with blackmail no less. I strongly suggest you rephrase and try again." S'thenosis berated.

"You can say what you wish Mr. House. Aurora has already been informed of her punishment. The Commodore and I have already discussed it." Savar replied coolly.

"That's not what I meant. There is a difference in treatment. I was simply requesting not to be put on show for all to see by having to do it in the galley. I can just as easily do it in my quarters. I also can cook, so it's beneficial since I'm sure the crew would like to have some potato dishes that aren't replicated." Dean gave a slight glare, "Why do you have to be so difficult all the time? You could have just asked me what it was, sir. I don't believe that's unreasonable."

A glimmer of a smile came to Savar's face as House gave his condition. "The same could be said for you Mr. House. You could have just said what it was you wanted without the theatrics. That said I don't believe that request is unreasonable." He answered.

"Then we're in agreement." House almost reached at the field to shake Savar's hand and stopped himself. "No one ever did bring me my book, by the way."

"Indeed, we are Mr. House. I will go and get your book. What is the title?" Savar inquired.

That was a little bit surprising, "It's called Silent Prey, by John Sandford. It's a long series about a police detective, who on the side creates video games."

"Interesting concept," Savar remarked. "I will get the book and bring it back to you," Savar answered.

"Thank you, Captain." Dean looked to the others there on their side of the force field.

Savar nodded, "I am glad to do it for you Mr. House."

Finchley's expression was neutral as he looked back at House.

She didn't often roll her eyes, at least that she was aware of, but she allowed a roll that simply said 'boys' with a slight 'harumph'. "If we are quite through here, I believe my books are beckoning to me." She honestly felt between the coddling and male posturing that she would rather be anywhere else but here.

"I'm still trying to work out why I was called back here in the first place to be honest, it's been a complete waste of my time" Finchley said to S'thenosis, shrugging his shoulders. He turned and left the brig, the doors closing behind him, he had better things to do with his time.

Savar watched Finchley go. He then turned to the Commodore and Wilson. "Excuse me for a few moments, Mr. House where is this book you wish to read?"

" should be still next to my bed, or it should be on my work desk, one of the two. It's not on a PADD."

Savar nodded. "Very well. I shall be back shortly." With that he turned and left the brig leaving Wilson and the Commodore with House.

Moments later he arrived at House's quarters and used the override code to enter. Entering he looked to the work desk first, no book. Entering the bedroom he saw the book on the night stand next to the bed. Picking up the book, he left the quarters and resealed them and returned to the brig.

"Turn off the forcefield." He ordered as he stopped in front of the cell. "Your book Mr. House as promised."

The brig officer watched the exchange, finger on the controls to the forcefield. He deactivated it at the Captain's request, then waited for the instruction to reraise.

In the meantime, Dean just stood there waiting. Since, the Brig Officer wasn't that chatty. "Giving a look to the book," taking it in his left hand. "Thank you. Always better as an original and in paper." Holding his hand out, to Savar, now that the field was down.

Savar did not hesitate he clasped House's hand in a firm grip. "You are welcome Mr. House." He replied sincerely. "I agree. I hope you enjoy your book. If you wish anymore to read. Aurora and I have an extensive collection. You may borrow."


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