The BLTS Archive - Lunches
by Caitirin (lady_caitirin@yahoo.com)

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"I'm off to lunch. I'll be back in about three hours." Julian put the
hypo-spray away.

The ensign raised an eyebrow, "That long for lunch?" It seemed a long
time for a meal.

"Well, I'm having lunch with Garak. We always have a lot to talk
about."

She nodded, "I see. Have a nice lunch." She smiled to herself. If she
didn't know better she might have thought there was something more
between the doctor and the Cardassian tailor. The Doctor always smiled
at the mention of Garak. But that was silly; she was imagining things.

Still... three hour lunches?

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"Sick Bay to OPS."

"OPS here, go ahead ensign."

"Dr. Bashir hasn’t returned from lunch sir."

"Maybe he ran late?"

"Its been six hours sir."

"Six Hours?"

"Yes Sir."

"I’ll look into it. Thank you ensign. Sisko out. Computer, locate Dr.
Bashir."

"Dr. Julian Bashir, Turbolift Five. Lift Five currently
malfunctioning."

"Is there anyone with him?"

"Garak."

"Chief?"

"I’m on it sir." Miles grabbed his tools. This was the third
mechanical failure in a week, all involving Julian, and Garak now that
he thought of it. He started to wonder… but that was silly. He would
have noticed. Wouldn’t he?

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The End