McCoy was so tired he could barely see straight. He'd worked 7 shifts in the past four days and that was just the beginning. He honestly couldn't even remember the last time he had more than half an hour to talk to Nyota and it killed him, but he had to do his job. M'Benga was sick. There was nothing he could do but cover for him. He ran a hand softly through his hair as he walked into his quarters last night and called out for her, looking forward to talking to her for a little bit before crashing. M'Benga was covering a double the next day so that he could have his first day off in a month and that meant he could sleep as long as he wanted that night (and actually see Uhura, to bit).
"Nyota? Darlin', I'm home," he called out. No answer.
Where in God's name is she? It's almost 23:00 and she said she'd be here...
The fact that Nyota wasn't in his quarters as usual worried him. He slipped back into his shoes and headed towards her quarters, just in case, hoping she would be there and he wouldn't have to go on an adventure to find her. He punched the access code into her door and walked into the main room, sighing a little sigh of relief as he saw her sitting on the couch with her PADD and a glass of wine.
"Hey there, darlin'," he said as he pushed his shoes off of his feet. "How are ya? I thought ya said you'd be back at my place tonight?"
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"Nyota? Darlin', I'm home," he called out. No answer.
Where in God's name is she? It's almost 23:00 and she said she'd be here...
The fact that Nyota wasn't in his quarters as usual worried him. He slipped back into his shoes and headed towards her quarters, just in case, hoping she would be there and he wouldn't have to go on an adventure to find her. He punched the access code into her door and walked into the main room, sighing a little sigh of relief as he saw her sitting on the couch with her PADD and a glass of wine.
"Hey there, darlin'," he said as he pushed his shoes off of his feet. "How are ya? I thought ya said you'd be back at my place tonight?"