[For chrischapel]

Uhura was furious. Even though she tried not to let herself be this angry, a part of he couldn't let it go. She was used to sexist men - that descriptor fit most men in the Empire - but this had been too much. Cadet Johnson was her junior, and had absolutely no right to speak to her as if she were garbage. Not when she was the best linguist in all of Starfleet.

She stomped back to her quarters, planning to kick Gaila out as soon as she got there and wondering if she shouldn't go in search of Johnson and make an example of him. When the door to her quarters slid open she froze. Something wasn't right. Quickly flicking on the light switch, she took in the scene, eyes widening slightly in surprise and then narrowing in understanding.

Christine Chapel. A woman who was as skilled at saving life as she was at taking it away.

Cadet Peter Johnson. The man who'd dared to speak to her as if she were trash. Bound and gagged.

A slow smile spread across her face, one inquisitive eyebrow arching. "You brought me a present?"