"MEMO RE: JEFFRIES TUBE #16"

 By Ancarett

         Lieutenant Commander Tuvok entered his quarters.  His duty shift
 had actually ended three quarters of an hour previously, but, as was
 his custom, he did not retire to his quarters until he completed an
 inspection of the ship.  The Vulcan second-in-comand knew that regular
 inspections and surveys were more likely to reveal trouble than
 sporadic spot-checks.  It also served as an excellent way to ensure
 some exercise if he could not book time in the holodecks to run one of
 his calisthenics programs.  But tonight's inspection had been
 unexpectedly unsettling.  As he strode through the open doors into the
 dimly lit quarters, Tuvok pondered how he should best deal with the
 situation he now faced.
         Discarding his uniform in favour of a flowing Vulcan robe, Tuvok
 knelt on the floor of his quarters.  Assuming a meditative pose, he
 worked to flush traces of emotional reaction out of his system.  After
 timeless minutes in the exercise, he felt fully in control of his
 responses and reactions.  Only then did he smoothly rise from the floor
 to step to the small, neatly ordered desk where he often worked during
 his off-duty hours.
         Contemplatively, he activated the computer terminal on the desk
 with a tap of his fingers.  He called up his private communications
 access and began to compose his message:

 Memo Re: Jeffries Tube #16

 Captain, I regret to inform you that some members of our crew have been
 behaving inappropriately in certain public areas of the ship.  Tonight,
 while walking through the ship, I overheard two crewmembers in Jeffries
 Tube #16.  The access hatch had not been securely fastened, and I could
 hear their exchange quite clearly.
         The man and woman were obviously engaged in an intimate moment.
 Their activities were clearly audible to anyone passing by in the
 corridor.  I attempted to preserve decorum by fastening shut the access
 hatch myself, but that the rising volume of the exchange nullified my
 effort.  Fortunately, I was alone in the corridor.  I retreated to a
 discreet distance and remained there, warding off passerbys, until I
 judged that the danger had subsided.
         Normally, such behaviour would warrant disciplinary action
 against the participants but in this case I am unable to proceed with
 clear conscience.  Therefore, I am sending this memo to yourself and
 Commander Chakotay off the record, along with a request to conduct
 yourselves more cautiously in the future.

         Tuvok tilted his head slightly as he considered the wording of
 his memo.  It would suffice, especially as he intended the memo to
 evade the archiving programs all communications usually went through on
 a starship.  He only hoped that the captain and her first officer would
 heed his requests.  He knew that Lieutenant Paris suspected something
 was amiss when he spotted the green flush colouring Tuvok's cheeks and
 ears as the second officer had stood there in the hallway, just out of
 human hearing range but uncomfortably close for a Vulcan.