Captain's Log: Stardate 66231.5, Doctor McCoy and I have everything planned for the events of tonight. Commander Spock's quarters are all set up. The Commander suspects nothing. His eyes have been glued to his station all day, examining the newly formed star cluster we entered four hours ago. I will soon relieve him of duty, and that is when we strike.

Captain Kirk finished and tapped his command consol to submit the written log. Sitting up straight, he looked around his bridge. The crew was starting to come out of their work-trance and enter the mindset of fun and relaxation, that is, the crew minus Spock. The pointy-eared Vulcan turned towards his replacement and gave him the assignments he was to complete during the shift. Spock then turned to Kirk curly.

"Captain, I wish to remain on the bridge to continue examining the star cluster. I have made some fascinating discoveries about its composition and wish to study it further as it continues to develop."

"Spock," Jim replied, standing and walking towards his friend, "I do not think that is necessary, lieutenant McAdams is highly qualified in astrophysics and can continue the research for you."

Spock tried to complain, but was cut short by the Captains gentle whisper in his ear.

"It's your birthday Spock, go have some fun," Spock glared at the Jim, "or meditate if you want to. Just leave the hard work and research to Omega shift. That's an order."

Jim smiled as Spock nodded briefly before turning on his heel and walking off the bridge. Jim then pressed a sequence into his command consol to hail Doctor McCoy on a private frequency.

"Bones, it's time."