Harry cared about Seven, he really did, but after his first failed attempt with her he realized that he wasn't her type. It wasn't easy to see who was her type. That is, unless someone were to observe her with the Doctor. There were subtle differences in her behavior; she'd stand a little closer, say certain things, even smile. He was the same way; the Doctor would never be more than a few feet away from her at a time. His face seemed to light up when she entered the room.

Harry had noticed this and discussed it with Tom Paris. There the plot thickened. Tom had revealed to him, under the strictest of confidences, that the Doctor had come to him for advice regarding this same subject. Tom said he had it bad.

But nothing had come of it. So why all the secrecy? Harry had a feeling that the two needed someone to play cupid or they'd both be miserable. So he'd recruited Mezoti, the little Borg girl, who'd helped him come up with a plan. They'd plant listening devices in Astrometrics and Sickbay so that Seven would inadvertently discover the truth. He'd keep watch outside the lab and make sure everything went smoothly. He had his own transmitter to listen over all of it.

* * *

"Hello." Mezoti said as she entered Sickbay. The Doctor looked up from his work.

"Mezoti, you aren't scheduled for a check up. Is something wrong?" he said, immediately concerned.

"No, I'm fine. What's that?" she said nonchalantly. She was referring to a cylindrical object on one of the biobeds.

He looked over in the direction she pointed to. "That? That's something new that I'm working on for Seven of Nine." He walked over to the object. "It's an image projector. I've made some adjustments that have enhanced the resolution and it records as well. I thought it might be nice for her to have some visual records of you children."

"Explain."

"Well, most people like to have pictures of their friends or to annotate a special occasion. By recording images of you periodically we can see how much you've grown in perspective," he smiled at her, "and it's fun to take pictures, too."

"May I see these pictures?" she asked, intrigued.

"Let's see," he thought about what images he had. From the crew's reactions he decided that his usual image collection might not be interesting to her. He walked back to his office and she followed. "I have some images of the crew here." He searched through some files on the database and found what he was looking for.

He let her search through several folders of images containing scenes from parties or everyday life. Several pictures were of away mission antics and other candid scenes. Mezoti noticed that there were many of a person in particular.

"Seven's smiling."

He looked down to the image that she was referring to. "Yes, she doesn't like to have her picture taken very much, but sometimes I can get her to smile."

"It's pretty."

"Would you like a copy?" he said noticing the tone of her voice. He was also pleased to have anyone compliment his work as well.

"Yes, thank you," she said as he created it for her.

"Why do you have so many of Seven?" she asked innocently.

He was caught off guard. "Um…I, she's very photogenic and she's my friend. We spend a lot of time together," he added, "Usually."

Lately he'd been seeing less and less of her. It was an uncomfortable thought.

"You like her don't you?" Mezoti said as if it has just occurred to her. She had more than idle conversation on her mind, it was time to turn the subject to more important matters. He didn't notice her click the little device she'd hidden in her hand.

He considered her question. Sighing in defeat, he looked at her with scrutiny. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes." She wouldn't tell her. Not directly.

"Seven of Nine is the best friend I've ever had. With her I can tell her anything and she'll never think less of me or judge me. She tells me exactly what she's thinking. It's important to have a friend. She's smart and talented and has a great sense of humor."

Mezoti looked at him blankly, "She likes you too."

"Yes, but I think I care for her differently than she cares for me."

* * *

Seven finally discovered where the transmission was coming from. Under a console where Mezoti had been standing lay a tiny transmitter.

"Yes, but I think I care for her differently than she cares for me."

She paused when she heard those words from the Doctor. They were talking about her weren't they? She had to go to Sickbay and question Mezoti. Where did she get this transmitter and why did she conceal it?

Picking up the transmitter, Seven left the Astrometrics Lab and headed for Deck 5. She left so quickly that she nearly ran right into Ensign Kim who was standing around the corner. Strange. Why was he just standing in the middle of the corridor?

"She's become an extraordinary woman," she heard the Doctor say through the little object. She held it to her ear partly to muffle it from other and partly to hear it more clearly.

He'd always been so proud of her. If he hadn't been there to encourage her, she'd have quit trying long ago. She was indebted to him for that. He had kept the pictures of her? Now that she thought about it, he always made a special effort to make her smile when she was uncomfortable in a social gathering.

She cared for him very much.

"Well, Mezoti, there are different kinds of love--" she heard him say but the rest of his sentence was distorted by a noisy couple of ensigns in the corridor.

How did the conversation turn to love? What was he saying?

"You know, I've never been able to tell her how much she means to me--"

She rushed to the door of Sickbay and paused before entering. Calmly she entered and saw them talking in the Doctor's office.

"Mezoti!" she said without noticing the harshness of her tone.

Mezoti spun around and her eyes went wide. She hadn't expected Seven to actually come here.

"Mezoti, what were you doing--" she stopped when she saw the Doctor's smile and then when it fell. The girl was clutching the image PADD. Perhaps she was overreacting. Instead of reprimanding her for the invasion of privacy, she'd let it go for now.

"Perhaps, you should go finish your studies." she smiled slightly. She said nothing further but quietly took the small device from her hand and gave it a small click. Giving the little girl a raised eyebrow and a nod towards the door she said, "We'll discuss this at a later time."

Mezoti's eyes went wider but her expression never changed. She calmly thanked the Doctor and left.

When Seven turned around, the Doctor had his arms crossed and was waiting for an explanation.

"What was that all about?"

"I was allowing her to continue her chaos," she said with a muted smile on her lips.

"Oh," he said suspiciously. "So what have you been up to lately?" He took a seat on a biobed and patted the spot next to him.

"My activities would not be of interest to you, but I do appreciate the attempt at small talk."

"What do you want to talk about?" he said with a grin.

"Love," she said narrowing her eyes.

* * *

"Love," the fourth transmitter replied and Harry grinned to himself.

"It's a good thing I put a second one in Sickbay just in case." He chuckled. It had worked. Now it was up to them.