Star Trek

dinner. Kirk rolled his eyes, "Vesper?" "

"Screwdriver."

"Please, I'm not a 16-year-old kid." Kirk scowled.

"Yes, yes, you are 26, but I don't think you have matured much. No matter what you want to drink," McCoy grabbed him again, "get up, change clothes, and leave. How dare you complain and mess up the family If you get dirty, I'll let you drink baby milkshake."

"……what is that?"

"My daughter's favorite animation when she was two years old!"

"He made me miss Gary. Really. I know Gary is a jerk and disgusting, too, but—but he's so much better than Spock: arrogant, disrespectful, with eyes on top of his head, always looking through his nostrils people, and act like they don’t know about it!”

"No one knows their own shortcomings, and neither do you."

"But I don't see people with my nostrils."

"I bet Spock isn't either. Didn't you say he's as tall as you? Does he have to walk to work all day on stilts?"

"You know that's hyperbole."

"I know, I just don't want to hear you blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"What? Boyfriend? No, that bastard is not my boyfriend."

McCoy felt that he shouldn't sigh too often and grow old quickly.He waved to the bartender: "Give him a Daiquiri, Sulu, and it's best to make him shut up."

"I can't do that, Mr. McCoy." Sulu handed over the glass and pursed his lips with a smile. "You know, Mr. Kirk can't pour even a mixture of Bereginka and Tequila. He's battle-tested."

"Bereginka and—" McCoy frowned angrily, "You're drinking again, Jim? When? God damn you don't know your allergies—"

"Last month, after the pink sweater case, got drunk with Gary. You know he's a nasty asshole, right? And I don't have allergies, which is fine," Kirk dug his puppyeyes , "forgive me, bones?"

McCoy never had a problem with those blue eyes.He looks like he's about to say something more, and the phone rings just in time to save Kirk's ears.He breathed a sigh of relief, made a sorry expression, took out his cell phone, turned his back and blocked the other ear to answer the call: "...What? Lemon George Park? I——no, I'm not at home now, I'm—okay Come on, next to the overpass at No. 84 Leon Avenue, you wait for me there, I'll be right there."

When Kirk turned around again, all the dark clouds that were finally dispelled by alcohol came back: "Why can't people watch TV at home or go for a walk on a good night, why do they have to pick this time to commit crimes?"

The Asian bartender was a little hesitant to intervene in this kind of conversation: "Usually people commit crimes...they really choose night. It's more hidden."

"Of course I know that." Kirk sighed, getting off the bar stool, and patted McCoy on the shoulder. "The beauties are all yours tonight, and I'm going to find my cold partner." Thought Spock's deadpan but utterly haughty face, waiting for him in the car, gave him a stomach ache.

For some reason, McCoy enjoyed the kid's deflated appearance, and whistled at him: "Have a good night, too!"

Kirk turned around and gave him a fierce look: "Get out of here!"

It was a young man who called the police, a college student who lived nearby and came to the park for a night run. He had a pair of gray eyes and was constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a towel: "I'm a little nearsighted. What was on the shore, I thought it was a duck or a goose and wanted to take a closer look—it turned out to be a floating corpse, a corpse!"

"Hey, take it easy, relax, take your time. So, you're the first witness, right?"

"Yes... yes, officer."

"Don't be afraid, it's just a simple note. Gaila, take him back first."

After reassuring the emotional witness, Kirk and Spock went to look at the unfortunate body, a girl, about the same age as a schoolboy, in a dress that was once immaculately white and now wrapped pitifully over graying flesh.The forensic doctor Zoe, who was squatting next to her, raised her head after hearing the two approaching: "The preliminary judgment is that they died of drowning, but not today. But everything needs to be verified, and it must be brought back to the bureau first." She looked around, the cordon There are more and more people gathering outside, "Nine o'clock in the evening is the time for people to go out for a walk, and there is no need to cause more riots."

Kirk nodded: "Agent Spock and I will visit the nearby residents first."

"Looks like suicide, doesn't it?" They walked in the cold moonlight, the soft soles of their shoes on the cobbled path tactile.This was Kirk's first serious case with Spock since they worked together, and even though he didn't want to, he promised Pike that he had to do it: get along with Spock, after all, they still had to work together for a year. Kirk decides to try to open the first opening of communication.

But Spock didn't seem to receive the message of his goodwill at all, and he still glanced at him for a moment before he spoke as before, and then cleared his throat: "It's unwise to draw conclusions without sufficient evidence."

"Can't you just talk properly? Just once?"

"I'm talking to you using proper vocabulary and grammar, DetectiveKirk."

"Then stop talking like an oldie, Agent Spock, are you a fucking record player?"

"I don't understand how I relate to this primitive sound-playing device invented in the late 19s."

Spock was next to him, tall and handsome, with caramel eyes cast in a faint moonlight.But the visual pleasure can't take away from his being an asshole, Kirk stopped and turned around, very dissatisfied with his behavior of always calling himself an idiot in such a straightforward way: "Are you serious?"

"I don't understand what you mean by that."

"Well, you don't get it. Of course you don't fucking get it, you're treating everyone like they're not smart enough to breathe in the same room as you—" Kirk took a deep breath, straight Looking straight into his eyes, "Then I'll tell you. Listen, SpockS'chnT'gai," he called out his full name defiantly, "I got fucked once by you, but it wasn't It means I have to put up with you arrogant bastard - get it?"

77.【Spirk】Ferry

Even though Spock would never admit it, Kirk just knew that when Milaaya was six and on her first day of school, Spock was the most nervous one in the family.

In life, they have a very clear division of labor for Milaaya. Spock is in charge of clothing and Kirk is in charge of dressing up. Spock is in charge of meals and Kirk is in charge of desserts. In the future, after Milaaya really starts to learn those "meaningful knowledge", Spock will take the lead Her study part, while Kirk takes care of the exercise.

Their girls will of course be the best and the best.

Primary school is the first step in this wonderful life. Kirk thought, maybe in Spock's methodical life plan, not only elementary school, but also where Milaaya will work in the future has been thought out.It is not that no one's children in the police station have had a school day, but Milaaya has a special status, and the two fathers are both newbies, so of course everyone helped.

"Don't be nervous, relax, brother, she will definitely adapt soon."

"Take the school bus. Really, you don't have such a regular time to pick her up and drop off from school, and the bus is the best way to bond her with the other kids—an occasional surprise when you share a ride."

"Watch out for all the boys trying to get close to her!"

"God, she's not your daughter from that rebellious period, she's only six years old! Don't come up with bad ideas."

"Get on good terms with her teacher. But that doesn't mean you have to pick her or him."

"—Ahhh, what did I know. Be sure to talk to your wife next time I'm at your house!"

A group of police officers with nothing to do was arguing like they were the ones going to school instead of little Miya. Kirk sneaked out of the panel and walked away with a bag of chips.He circles back to his desk, where Spock is on the other side searching for something on his computer.

"Eat?"

"Need not."

"What are you looking at?"

"Shop the right stationery for Laaya."

Kirk reached out and turned his laptop screen in front of him, the cursor slid across Spock's search history, and then he closed those pages with wide-eyed disapproval: "I know you value Miya's first day of school, but, dear." Yes, six-year-olds really don't need Montblanc pens. They use pencils—nor Faber-castell, most