Night 52: West Wing, North Hall 2-B
[from here]
McCoy was starting to to feel like an old hat at busting down doors with Spock, because this time he was ready for the door giving way suddenly. He didn't stumble nearly as far this time, recovering quickly.
He turned to Spock. "No, but acting as a battering ram wasn't in my job description." Sometimes he didn't get Spock. In what universe did science department equal having to brute force doors down on a nightly basis? He was pretty sure it wasn't back home. That thing was more for security, and if you were to take Jim as an example of his section (not a good idea, in this case), and the fact that he'd seen that man get into twice as many scrapes as security, then it also went for command.
"Now where is this?" he dug out the map, checking it over. It looked like the morgue was close by, as well as the autopsy rooms.
McCoy was starting to to feel like an old hat at busting down doors with Spock, because this time he was ready for the door giving way suddenly. He didn't stumble nearly as far this time, recovering quickly.
He turned to Spock. "No, but acting as a battering ram wasn't in my job description." Sometimes he didn't get Spock. In what universe did science department equal having to brute force doors down on a nightly basis? He was pretty sure it wasn't back home. That thing was more for security, and if you were to take Jim as an example of his section (not a good idea, in this case), and the fact that he'd seen that man get into twice as many scrapes as security, then it also went for command.
"Now where is this?" he dug out the map, checking it over. It looked like the morgue was close by, as well as the autopsy rooms.