Title: A Late-Night Snack
Summary: Garak calls Julian late one evening.
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A Late-Night Snack
“Doctor, I was wondering if you might be available for a bite to eat.” The bright, smiling face on Bashir’s viewer practically filled the screen, giving no clue to Garak’s location, so…
“Of course. Where do you want to meet?”
“If you would meet me in the Security Office, we can go wherever you like, my dear Doctor.”
“Did Odo finally lock you up?”
Garak’s smile remained unchanged. “Not as such, but he has suggested that I will not be trusted on my own recognizance for the next thirteen hours. He will, however, release me into your custody, if you would be so kind.”
A few questions occurred to Julian at this point. What did you do? Are you hurt? Are you drunk? Why would Odo put you into my custody?
Questions, he supposed, that would be better answered by Odo than by Garak. At least if he wanted something approaching the truth.
“Oh, and when you meet me, my dear Doctor,” Garak added, “Would you bring my maroon suit from my quarters? I appear to be without one at the moment.”
Julian cut the transmission and gaped like a fish for a moment before heading out to grant Garak’s request. Perhaps he might like to hear this story from Garak after all.