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Okay so Kirk wasn't the best at following directions. He had to be creative sometimes. It came with the territory of leading a double life, one that made him smile at one of the world's most evil men and earn that man's trust, just so he could take him down. Some days he smiled so much that his cheeks hurt for hours after and he wanted nothing more than to shoot him.

So if he ignored Uhura's instructions on the last mission she had for him, then so be it. Better that than blow his cover out of sheer frustration and he'd take his little rebellions in any way that he could. It didn't make the reality of having to face the music that was Nyota Uhura after he returned to the States any more appealing though.

Jim sat in his car for a few moments, tapping his thumb against the steering wheel before pulling himself together and getting out of the car. Their normal meeting spot was nothing better than a storage unit rented out to his name and paid for by the government but it was private and always checked for bugs and pretty much untraceable by Nero if Jim was being watched at the moment. He carried a box of books with him, just in case he was but he didn't think that was the case right now. The last thing he'd done for Nero had gone really well.

He let himself into the storage unit, almost cautiously like he was expecting something to be thrown at his head the second it appeared. "Hello?"

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[nyota_uhura24]

If Jim Kirk weren't so goddamn talented, Nyota would be very tempted to punch him in the face. After he'd blatantly ignored her instructions, jeopardizing his life and the mission, she might end up doing it anyway. This behavior was absolutely unacceptable, and if he was anyone else he'd be fired on the spot. Unfortunately, they couldn't in fact afford to lose him - not that she had any plans to tell him just how much the agency valued him. The fact that she'd been worried about him was utterly irrelevant. She was a professional. Jim could get under her skin in a way no one else could, but she was still a professional.

After driving around long enough that she was certain she wasn't being followed, she'd parked a few blocks from the storage unit and was waiting inside for him to arrive, ready to give him a piece of her mind. She was dressed to the nines in a black suit, as always, her long hair pulled back in a severe ponytail.

When she heard his voice she barely bit back an exasperated sigh. "Jim Kirk. What the hell were you thinking?"