A/N: A friend of mine wanted to take me out of "normal" zone for a bit, and so she challenged me to write a non slash story, with an actual plot, that had to be at least three chapters or more long, could be any series/movie /whatever, any characters, so long as it had a plot and wasn't slash for once, and this is what I came up with. Lol. So, hope you all enjoy, even though it isn't my usual style. Lolz. (Although I actually did really enjoy writing it, so I ended up writing a sequel.) lol. The Sequel is called "The Art Of Desire." For anyone interested who enjoys this. Lol.

Summary: The Enterprise gets thrown back in time to 1991 where Kirk is arrested and Spock gets taken by the FBI! Will the Captain, Dr. McCoy and some new friends be able to rescue him in time...? And what happens when Spock meets a beautiful and compassionate Earth woman named Lillian, during his imprisonment within the bowels of a government facility...?

Spock/OC. For my usual readers, this is NOT slash. Lol. Sorry. Like I said, I was challenged to write a non-slash story. Rated M for later chapters. Lol.

The Art Of Science.

"Landing party, prepare to beam down. Energize." Captain Kirk of the USS Enterprise commanded, and moments later the ships landing party, consisting of himself, first officer Spock, and Dr McCoy, rematerialised in a darkened alley, protruding from a busy street.

The Enterprise and her crew had somehow managed to travel back in time to the year 1991, while in orbit around the planet Earth, due to a malfunction in the warp-engines which Engineer Scott was now attempting to fix. Meanwhile Kirk had decided to beam down to Earth to study the particular time period in which they had arrived.

Spock tugged the black woollen beanie he was wearing down, to cover his ears further and remarked; "Fascinating, Captain. There seems to be no sense of logic or order here and their style of dress is rather intriguing."

"Yes, Spock, you're quite right, although, on the matter of clothing, perhaps our Starfleet uniforms aren't the best camouflage we have." Indeed a lot of passers-by were now staring openly at them and pointing.

Kirk pulled out his communicator and radioed Scotty. "Scotty."

"Yes, Captain?"

"We may need you to beam down some Earth-style clothing to fit this time period. Use the same coordinates to which we beamed down. Kirk out."

"Roger that, Captain. Scott out."

A moment later three sets of clothing appeared in the alleyway, and the three of them ducked in behind a large dumpster to change. Their uniforms were beamed back to the ship, and they once again entered the crowded street.

"Captain, may I suggest that we remove our phasers from view, as I believe that in this time period carrying a weapon is highly illegal."

"Yes, right you are, Mr Spock."

They dropped their phasers into the pockets of the jeans Scotty had sent down, and then continued along the street, McCoy scanning with his tri-chorder. A young boy they passed yelled out; "Hey! Cool camera, dude!"

McCoy raised his eyebrows, and replied; "Er, thanks..."

"Fascinating, Captain. The technology of this time period is undoubtedly primitive by our standards, yet it is also rather advanced for this particular day and age." He looked in the window of an electronics store, before saying; "Captain, if you don't mind, I would like to take a closer look at some of this technology."

"Well, of course Mr Spock, go right ahead."

"Thank you, Captain."

Spock entered the store, and walked between the isles, stopping every now and again to look at something or another. The Vulcan stopped next to a display of CD players, and raised an eyebrow. "Fascinating. I believe if I were to take this apart, Captain, I could reprogram it to pick up any space-wide or planet-wide frequency within a certain range."

"Really, Mr Spock? With this primitive technology? I'd be delighted to see it."

Spock pulled a radio from the display shelf and started taking it apart.

A salesman rushed over to them, and yelled; "Hey! What are you doing with that! You can't just take that apart like that! You'll have to pay for it!"

Spock looked up, calmly, and said; "I assure you sir, that if I do in fact render it unusable then I will gladly aquisies with your demands."

"Well it is unusable!"

"I assure you, it is not. In fact, I believe it is more useful now than it was before." Spock turned a knob on the re-configured appliance, and fiddled with it a moment. "Ah, I believe I have picked up the Enterprise, Captain. Mr Scott, can you hear me?"

"Ay, Spock, I can hear yeh, but what the devil are you communicatin' from?"

"And old, Earth-style radio that I configured to pick up space and planet-wide transmissions."

"Now that, Mr Spock, I would like ta see! Scott out."

The salesman was gaping at them, and he stammered out; "Who... Who was that? Where were they talking from?"

Kirk smiled, and replied; "A friend of ours. He's... A long way away at the moment."

"You mean like, overseas?" The guy was astonished.

"He means, Sir, from out-of-space." Spock replied, evenly.

Kirk laughed nervously, and said quietly; "Spock! You do know that space travel hasn't been fully invented yet?"

"Of course, Captain."

"Good. Just a reminder, Mr Spock."

"Space travel!" The guy was definitely interested now. "You guys are from out-of-space!"

"Yes. In a manner of speaking." Spock answered. Kirk was tempted to kick the damn Vulcan in the shins.

"Are you like, aliens or something?" The guy had lowered his voice to an awed whisper now.

"Captain Kirk is not an alien. He is entirely human. I, on the other hand..."

"Spock! Shut up! What are you doing!"

"Giving this one individual a slight hope for the development of his planets future is hardly going to hurt us, Captain. For a start, no one on this Earth would ever believe him."

Kirk nodded. "I suppose you're right, Mr Spock. Continue."

The guy was looking at Spock closely now. "You're an alien! But you look so human!"

"I am humanoid, most certainly. I am a Vulcan, although my mother was indeed human."

"So, is that why you talk funny?"

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"He's referring to the preciseness of your English, Spock."

"Ah, yes. English is my second language, as I grew up on my home planet of Vulcan."

"How far away is it, from here?" The sales guy asked.

"It is approximately sixteen light years from this Earth, orbiting the far left star of Orion's' belt, which is known as Alnitak."

"Could I see it from here, at night?"

"You could if you knew where to look." Spock pulled a piece of paper from a shelf, flipped it over and drew a diagram of the star pattern, then circled Vulcans position.

"Is this exact?" The guy asked.

"Perfectly. If you were to stand on the roof of your house with a primitive Earth telescope you would see it as a large, red-hued star. That is my home planet."

"Cool! Hey, do you always wear a woollen beanie on hot days, or is that just to cover something up?"

"Very perceptive, Captain, isn't he?"

Kirk smiled. "Yes, Mr Spock. Yes, he is. Maybe you should just show him?" Spock raised an eyebrow at him. "After all, what harm could it do? It's not like anyone would believe him."

Spock pulled the beanie off his head, and the sales guy gasped, and moved to take a closer look at Spock's ears.

"Now that is cool! I can't believe I'm actually talking to an alien!" He pulled a small camera out of his pocket. "Can I...?"

Spock raised an eyebrow at Kirk, who replied; "I don't think anyone who saw it would think much of it, Mr Spock. After all, they have the technology to do a lot of things with computers these days..."

"Oh, I won't show anyone... Except maybe my girlfriend, she's big in the whole, life-on-other-planets theory. Most people just think it's a load of made up bullshit, from movies and stuff."

Kirk nodded. "Of course. Mr Spock, would you...?"

Spock moved to stand by the Captain, and the sales guy stood between them, holding the camera out with one hand to take the photo.

"Cool, thanks! Michelle's gonna love this... So, do you have a ship somewhere?"

"It's orbiting above your planet right now." Kirk said, with a small smile. "Spock, do you know where McCoy got to?"

Spock pulled out his communicator. "Spock to McCoy."

"McCoy here, what is it, Spock?"

"The Captain was just expressing his concern for your whereabouts."

"Oh, I'm down the street taking a look at some fascinatingly primitive medical technology. It's amazing that any of these people survived at all!"

"Alright, Bones. We'll meet back up with you later. Kirk out."

Spock closed the communicator, and the sales guy was looking pretty impressed with it.

"Is that how you talk to each other then? Can you talk to your ship from here?"

"Of course, otherwise we'd be stuck here."

"Cool! Oh, my name's Eric, by the way. Eric Mason."

Kirk shook his hand. "Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Mr Mason. I'm Captain James T. Kirk, of the Starship Enterprise, and this is my first officer, Mr Spock."

"Cool! Hey, I finish work in about an hour... Why don't you come over for dinner at my place, and I'll introduce you to Michelle. She'd love to meet all of you. Oh, and I suggest you put that back on, Mr Spock. Not everyone on Earth is as welcoming to other species as I am."

Spock nodded, and pulled the beanie back over his ears.

"Well, I guess we'll see you later, Mr Mason." Kirk said, genially.

"Oh, Eric will do, Sir. Here's my address."

"Thank you."

Spock held up his hand in the Vulcan salute. "Live long, and prosper, Eric."

Eric's face spit into a wide grin. "Gee, thinks!"

They entered the street again, and looked about as they walked.

"Well, Spock, he seemed enthusiastic to meet us."

"Yes, Captain, he most certainly did."

They rounded the corner of a building, and had gone no more than a few feet when a voice behind them yelled out; "Freeze!"

They put their hands over their heads and turned around, slowly, to face a group of about twenty police officers.

"I have to say, this does not look good, Captain."

"No, I daresay you're right, Mr Spock. It doesn't look good at all."

Two of the officers came over and patted them down, removing their phasers and communicators. "What are these?" The officer in charge asked, turning Kirks' phaser over in his hands.

"No, no! Don't push that! Somebody could get hurt!"

"These are weapons of some kind, then? Where did you get them? And these, Cell phones of some kind?"

"Er, yes. Yes, that's right."

"They look like military, Sir. Do you think they stole them?"

"It doesn't matter where they got them, Lieutenant; the point is they have them. You there! What's your name!" He pointed to Kirk.

"Kirk. Capt... Er, Mr James T. Kirk."

"And you?"

"First officer Spock, of the USS Enterprise."

"Search him for ID."

The two officers came back, and pulled out their ID cards.

"Ha! Well, would you look at that! Captain James T. Kirk of the United... Federation of planets... What's that?"

The commanding officer took the cards and read them. "This one only has one name. So, Mr Spock, do you have a first name?"

"No. I have only one name, officer. My species find it unnecessary to have any more than that."

"Are you tryn'a be a wise-ass man!"

"No. I am simply stating the facts."

"Remove your hat, Mr!"

"Excuse me?"

"Remove your hat, Mr Spock! Now!"

Spock raised an eyebrow at the Captain then did so, slowly.

There was a collective gasp, and the officer yelled; "Seize him!"

"Run, Spock! Run!" Kirk yelled, as he was grabbed from behind.

Spock turned on his heel, and bolted down the street, the police close on his heels. The Vulcan was faster, and Kirk hoped he'd be able to get away.

"Stun him!" The officer yelled, and they fired their tasers.

Spock cried out, and fell face down on the ground, immobile. The cops picked him up and carried him over, and Kirk noticed a small cut on his left wrist. The officers noticed it too.

"My god, it's green! His blood is green!"

"Call the FBI. This is out of our league."

Kirk was marched off to a squad car, and shackled in the back with Spock, who was slumped over, twitching slightly.

They reached the police station in a few minutes, and Kirk was walked to a small holding cell. They placed Spock on the floor, and as they were about to close the cell door, Kirk had an idea.

"Excuse me! Officer, I believe I'm entitled to one phone call. If you don't mind, I'd like to make it now."

The officer nodded. "Okay, come with me." He led Kirk to the phone, and the Captain pulled Eric's phone number from his pocket and dialled. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Eric, don't hang up! It's Kirk, I'm at the police station. Spock and I have been arrested for something; I'm not sure what they haven't told us. Do you think you could use the device Spock made with your radio to find our friend, Dr McCoy, and tell him what happened?"

"Well, sure, I can try."

"Great! Also, if you could come down here and try to bail me out that might be good too."

"Well, sure, I'll be there as soon as I find your friend. McCoy was it?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Right. I wonder why they arrested you."

"I think someone may have spotted Spock's ears through the shop window... They knocked him out with a taser, but he'll be alright. Also, they said something about the FBI. Now why would they bring them in?"

"If they know Mr Spock's an alien they might wanna experiment on him... Geez, I hope not though!"

"Yes, yes, me too. Look, I've got to go... I'll see you when you get here with McCoy."

"Right, I'll be there as soon as I can. See you."

Eric hung up, and Kirk was escorted back to his cell, where Spock was finally coming around.

Kirk rushed over to him as the guard shut the door, and Spock groaned and tried to sit up.

"Stay there, Spock. It'll pass."

"There is a loud ringing in my ears, Captain."

"They stunned you with a taser. The few volts they use won't kill you, but it'll certainly make you uncomfortably for a while. While you were out I called Eric to get hold of McCoy with that transmitter you made, he's going to try and bail us out..."

A guard approached them, and when he saw that Spock was conscious, he called out; "He's awake, Sir!"

"Good!" A man in a FBI uniform came over and peered in at Spock, who got to his feet and approached the bars.

"Sir, if you don't mind, I believe I would like an explanation of the reasons for our imprisonment."

The FBI guy laughed. "You're a threat to national security, that's why! If you lot can get in here undetected by our satellites then you can go anywhere undetected! The government won't allow it!"

"But we have done nothing wrong, officer. So far, you are holding us here on no more substantial evidence than the idea that you believe we are a threat, not because we have done anything to prove to you that we are one."

The agent was stunned to silence for a moment, then; "You seem like a highly intelligent being, Mr ahh...?"

"Commander Spock."

"Well, Mr, Spock, I take it that you are intelligent enough to hack into any computer program, network, or mainframe in a matter of minutes, undetected, are you not?"

"I am capable of such things, yes, but why would I logically wish to do so?"

"I don't know, alien, but I'm gonna make damned sure you don't get the chance!" He waved to a team of agents, who were waiting down the corridor and they all pointed weapons at him, as the FBI guy unlocked the door. He pointed at Kirk. "You stay back. We only want him. Move it!"

Spock walked out of the cell and as they attempted to lead him off, he turned, suddenly and punched one of the guards in the face and knocked another out with the Vulcan neck pinch. The FBI agent shot him with another taser and he dropped, caught by two guards, and was dragged down the hall, out of sight.

Eric turned the knob on the device the Vulcan had made and spoke into it, praying he had the right frequency. "McCoy? Dr. McCoy! Can you hear me!"

A voice answered through the speaker and he let out a relived breath. "Yes, I can hear you, but who are you?"

"I'm Eric. I'm a friend of Captain Kirks'. He and Mr. Spock were arrested for something and they're at the police station. The Captain called me from there and told me to find you."

"They got arrested! For what!"

"They don't know, Sir, but you should get over here right away."

"Okay, where are you?"

He gave McCoy the address and the Doctor spoke to someone on the other end. "Scotty, it's McCoy. Lock onto these coordinates and beam me over there immediately."

"Ay, Sir, transporting you now. Scott out."

There was an odd ringing noise and the shape of a man materialised in a golden glow, before becoming solid, as the noise and the glow faded. "Whoa! Holy crap! So that's how you guys travel! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"It's a good thing I'm a Doctor then, isn't it?"

Eric nodded. "Yeah. Can we get to the police station like that?"

"We can." McCoy pulled out the small communicator device and spoke into it. "Scotty."

"Ay, Doctor?"

"I need you to beam me and the guy standing next to me to the police station. They'll probably have their communicators, so if you can locate their positions you can beam us down fairly close."

"The police station, Doctor?"

"Yeah. Jim and Spock got arrested for something and I've got a bad feeling about it."

"Ay, Dr. McCoy. Just let me set the coordinates."

"Wait!"

"Yes, Eric?"

"I have an idea. I'll be two seconds..." He ran next door and came back a moment later with a young girl. "This is Michelle, my girlfriend. We may need a distraction or something, to get back their communicators and stuff."

"Right, smart thinking, Eric. Alright, Scotty, beam the three of us over."

"Ay, Sir, transporting you now."

Eric heard the noise again and felt weird and for a moment, he seemed to be nowhere at all, before he rematerialised and found himself at the police station. They ran through the main doors to the desk and Eric said; "We're here to see James Kirk and his friend, Mr. Spock."

"Well, Mr. Kirk is here, but I believe the FBI have custody over his, er, friend."

McCoy turned red. "The what!"

"The FBI, Sir."

"I know what the FBI is! But why have they got Spock!"

"I'm not sure, Sir. That was all I was told."

"Damnit! Well, can we at least see Captain Kirk?"

"Of course, right this way, Sir." He led McCoy, Eric and Michelle through a set of doors and down a corridor, to a small cell where Kirk was pacing, franticly.

"Bones! Boy, am I glad to see you! They've taken Spock. I don't know where, but I don't like it... We've got to find him!"

Eric turned to the officer and asked; "How much is his bail?"

The guy looked through some papers and handed a typed sheet to Eric. "Five hundred plus fees..." He opened his wallet and pulled out a wad of cash. "Will this do?" The guy took him to the desk to fill out the paperwork and Michelle stayed with Kirk.

"So you're the space-man he's been telling me about?"

"Yes, I'm Captain Kirk, of the Starship Enterprise. Look, I need mine and Mr. Spocks' communicators back, and our phasers. We can't leave them here."

"Oh, I know. Eric told me about those neat little devices you use. I suppose I can figure out a way to get them back for you..."

"You're very trusting, Michelle. A commendable trait."

"I'm trusting of those I know don't think me mad for my dreams of space travel and life on other planets. Most people these days do, I'm afraid."

"Well, you're not mad. In fact, you're right. I come from a time, about three hundred years from now, where space travel isn't just a dream, Michelle, it's a reality! And a huge and important part of everyday life in the Galaxy!"

"I do wish I could see it... Your ship, at least..."

"I don't doubt that you can, once we get out of here and rescue Mr. Spock. I could give you the grand tour and then drop you back to Earth later."

"And what if we don't want to come back to Earth?"

"Well, I... I don't know. I suppose, I'd have to think about it. By Federation rules, we're not supposed to interfere, only observe. That's why we need our phasers back. It could change the whole course of Earths' history."

Michelle nodded. "Of course, but if you sent us back, or even leave us here, knowing what we do, would it not change anything?"

"It might... and may I say, Michelle, that you are very intelligent." Kirk smiled.

"Thanks."

The man from the desk, McCoy and Eric came back and Kirks cell was unlocked. "Come this way."

They all followed him to the front room, where Michelle spotted the phasers and communicators. "Oh! Oh, Doctor! Captain!" Michelle dropped to the floor and Kirk, McCoy and the desk clerk rushed over to her, while Eric slipped behind the desk and grabbed the phasers and communicators.

"Michelle, are you alright?"

"Oh, yes. I think... I think it was just the heat. Help me outside and I'll be alright..."

Eric was waiting around the corner when they left and he chucked Kirk his phaser and communicator and handed Michelle the other one, tucking Spocks' phaser in his pocket. "In case we get separated while we're looking for Mr. Spock."

Kirk nodded. "Good idea." He radioed Scotty. "Scotty, Kirk here. See if you can locate Mr. Spock using the ships computers. He doesn't have his communicator and we need to find him, fast!"

Ay, Captain, I'll do my best... I suppose I can do a scan for non-human life-forms' that fit his biology, that might be a way of finding him..."

"Alright... Eric, where do you think they would have taken him?"

"Well, I suggest we start with the FBIs' headquarters..."

A/N: Okay, so that's chapter one down. Lol. How am I doing so far? I know there's a lot of random characters in this but I kind of needed them to make my plot work. Lol. Reviews will be much appreciated on this since It's not my usual style of writing. Lol. Plus I don't normally write het romances or anything and there will be one later. Lol. Although I am hoping people don't get put off by the fact that it's Spock/OC. Lol. Like I said, it was a challenge for me to write this and I kinda came up with the idea after watching "All Of Our Yesterdays." Lol.