Old Lieutenant

Grant sat alone at a table looking out the view port and noticed five ships being worked on when a voice came from behind, "Lieutenant Harris, may I take a seat?"

Harris turned to see Lieutenant Hansen with a couple drinks in his hand. Oddly, Harris looked Hansen up and down and went head and gestured for him to sit down. "Sorry but I don't keep good company while off duty," Harris said.

"Well that is okay. Have a drink on me, sir," Hansen said handing Grant a glass of Blood Wine, one of Grant's favourite drinks. Grant smiled and took the glass.

"Where in the universe did you get this?" Harris asked Hansen.

"Well it's a gift for allowing me to use that beam."

Harris took a large gulp. It tasted good but bitter as it was supposed to be. Hansen did the same taking a big swig, but his face showed one who never before indulged in blood wine. "Don't worry stick around me and I'll get your taste accustomed to the strong taste of blood wine. Just one thing, though. How did you know I liked Blood Wine?"

Hansen looked at Grant and laughed, "Don't worry after being around me for a while you'll learn." Harris felt good. He noticed that he was liked by his crew and by his CO. It seemed now that the crew of the Leviathan were his family.

[Commander Kelly to Lieutenant Harris]

Harris thought *great! now what.* As he tapped his comm badge.

"Harris here. Go ahead."

[Mr.Harris I am in charge of Starfleet Intel for your sector. Please report to my office tomorrow at 0800 hrs. Kelly out.]

Hansen looked at Harris and said, "What's that for?"

Harris replied, "Star Fleet probably wants to know how the Loreans damn near destroyed the Leviathan. You'll have to excuse me Lieutenant while a get a report ready."