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Behind Closed Doors

Posted on Sat Aug 1st, 2020 @ 11:19am by Commander Tavis Inahri & Lieutenant JG Cassandra Thorn PhD

Mission: Mission 1: Dirty Little Secret
Location: Ready Room
Timeline: Mission Day 1 - 1232 hours

It had only been a few minutes since Hawk left the Ready Room. Frustrated and embarrassed by the recently conversation with his new XO, Tavis decided to lay on the couch that sat beneath the massive windows. As he laid there, he watched the stars streak by, the visual starting to lull him to sleep.

But he was quickly interrupted by the door chime. While he could use the rest, it was obvious he wasn’t getting any at the moment. “Enter,” he called out, without sitting up from his position on the couch.

Cass stepped through, a smile on her face, "'ello, Cap'n." She said warmly, "thought I'd check up on yeh. 'Ave a drink, share woes an' all that? Best of all, bound to silence by default."

Tavis groaned internally. He really didn't want to see anyone right now, much less a counselor who he could barely understand. "I'm doing alright," he said to the woman. "I have no woes to share."

Cassandra took a seat opposite him, crossing one leg over the other, her fingers steepled together on her lap. The smile remained, a hint of amusement reaching her eyes. "My years of counseling war veterans and Mars attack survivors tell me a different story, sir. That and that degree I got through the Academy. I'm not the only one who's clocked it, sir." She kept her accent clearer so that he could understand her without issue, her expression morphing into one of sympathy.

“What sort of issue would I have?” Tavis asked, looking back out the windows as the stars streaked by.

"Well the 'ole history wit' our target is the biggest splotch on ther'." Cass offered, "second one would be yer likely tenuous start o' command team-ing wit' Command'r 'Awkins." She shrugged casually, observing the Betazoid. "'Ow am I doin'?"

Tavis glanced at the woman, "I suppose it's been a rough day," he said. "I knew I'd have to let the team know about my past history with Mister Linn. I just wasn't expecting it to be revealed so...bluntly, I guess."

Cassandra nodded, "tha's understandable." She said, injecting a bit of warmth into her tone. "'Ow do yeh feel about all o' this? 'Avin ter go after Linn, with yer 'ist'ry? Dealin' with someone as opposite to yerself as the Command'r?"

"Well, I'm not a big fan of this mission," Tavis said. "I thought I'd put Kaz behind me a long time ago. To have my history used as bait isn't something I'm comfortable with."

"There's more ter it than what yeh said in the meetin'..." Cassandra offered softly.

"Are you trying to therapize me, Lieutenant?" Tavis asked, with a smirk.

Cass chuckled, "ye 'ave yer job, ser. I 'ave mine." She said, letting herself feel the amusement at the age old question Counselors were doomed to hear forever and ever. "I'm not' wrong though, am I?"

Tavis didn't really want to talk to Cassandra. He didn't much care for therapists and wasn't even sure why they were assigned one for this mission. But she was here, and the last thing he wanted was to be rude. "No, you're not wrong," he said.

Cass gave Tavis an expectant look. "Ye two were closer than ye let on..." she offered, rather than push with questions.

The Commander nodded, "A little."

"'Ow did it end?" Cass's tone was soft, understanding.

“Not so great.” Tavis laid there for a moment, his mind trailing back to that time. “We were both in Starfleet. We would write to each other, multiple times a month. And call each other. And one day the calls stopped. And his letters became more and more rare. Until eventually they stopped altogether.”

Thorn crossed one leg over the other, leaning back and steepling her fingers together on her lap. "An' ye 'aven't 'eard from 'im since?"

Tavis just shook his head.

Cassie sighed, taking in Inahri's posture and mannerisms. It had clearly had an effect on the man. It was more than just, growing apart. Of course, she had an inkling as to why Linn would have 'pulled away' but such thoughts were dangerous in present company. So she would entertain them later.

"Tha' would 'ave been difficult ter deal with. Even more so given oor orders." She said finally. "'Ow do yeh feel about doing wha' we need ter do? About appre'endin' 'im?"

Tavis sat up, “I keep my feelings out of it,” he said, standing from the couch. “I have a job to do, I have orders. And they will be followed. Now, if there’s nothing else to discuss, Counselor, I have a lot to do.”

Cassandra stood up too. "If you permit, a parting advice, sir." She said, accent clearing up. "Clarity affords focus." With another nod, and a "sir", the irish counselor headed for the door.

Tavis watched as the woman left, leaving him alone with his thoughts. And immediately he wished he wasn’t.

 

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