Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Commanding Officer) in A Visit with the Good Doctor… (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Elaine Janvier (Chief Medical Officer) in A Visit with the Good Doctor… (Tag CMO)

Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Commanding Officer) in A Visit with the Good Doctor… (Tag CMO)
=A= Harris to Lieutenant Janvier… when you have a moment Doctor, would you mind dropping by my office?=A=

Harris sat patiently waiting on the young woman to reply.

Harris, CO

=A= Javier here, give me 15 minutes, sir. I have something I want to finish up =A= the doctor replied promptly, staring at the screen readings of the surgery she was almost through with. Technically she was supposed to be off duty, but she’d gotten sick of the endless reports she was slowly working her way through and thought she would pop her head into sickbay to see how the next shift was running, somehow she had ended up being pulled into assisting on a few medical cases. Cue current surgery she had somehow been roped into.

Finishing up took no time at all, and Elaine quickly washed the little spots of blood off her hands and tucked a few stray pieces of hair in behind her ears. Straightening up her uniform, she arrived outside the CO’s office. Even though Harris was expecting her, she pressed the chime to his office anyway, not wanting to skip formalities given she was unsure why she had been summoned.

Lt. (j.g) Janvier, CMO

Harris was halfway through a cup of tea and on his fourth report PAD of the current stack on his desk. He was still getting used to answering his own door, having moved his Yeoman, now Sgt. Jersey Reyes, to her own office a few decks down. Tapping the key on his desk, Harris’ rather cheerful tone greeted her.

“Come on in” Came the Okie accented greeting of the Dresden’s senior officer.

As the door hissed softly open, Janvier would see a now more traditional layout of a Starship Commander’s office… though the awards and photos still lined the walls, the young Marine NonCom that used to have a small office between the Colonel and the Bridge was no longer there. The tiny cubicle of an office removed and returning the space to the full grandeur the designers of the Dreadnought had intended.

A small amused smirk glanced over her face as she compared it. It was different to her own office which was beginning to look more like a dog house with a desk than an actual office. Between Enj’s food, toys, bed and all the fluff he left behind, it sometimes seemed like the place belonged more to Enj than it did to the CMO. It would seem that since she had come aboard, both offices had changed.

Looking up from behind a half dozen stacks of report PADs, the Dresden’s Commanding Officer rose to welcome the ship’s Chief Medical Officer.

“Doc…” The Marine grinned using the age old military adage for medical personnel. “… thank you for coming.” Harris offered his hand.

Elaine grasped the Captains hand and shook it, “No trouble at all, sir” she smiled in turn, thankful she had thought to check her hands before she exited Sickbay. “I needed an excuse to get away from Sickbay and reports.” she inclined her head to his own stack of reports “It seems to be that time of year,”

“Please…” He continued after pleasantries “… grab a seat.” The Marine motioned to one of the comfy looking chairs across from him.

“How long have you been serving on the Dresden now, Dr. Janvier?” Harris asked with a soft smile.

Harris, CO

The doctor took a seat in the chair she had been directed towards. The chair felt just as comfy as it looked, or maybe it was simply the chance to sit down, but she felt herself relaxing almost subconsciously into it. Her brow furrowed in thought at the Captains question, her mind racing backwards in time, past the last mission, back to when she first stood in this same office, about to embark on her first DH position. “A little over a year now, I believe,” she said, the gave a slight nod to herself. “Yes. A year.”

She had been young, only three years out of the Acadamy, and she hadn’t known a soul on the ship. Her only friend had been the ever faithful Enj. It had only been a short space of time, but so much had changed, she was a little less green, she had made friends and gained all kinds of memories both good and bad. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when but at some point in time the Dresden had become home.

Lt. (j.g.) Janvier, CMO