Jim paced the bridge, hand over his face as he tried to think of a solution to what had just transpired. How a simple planet surveillance had ended up with his First Officer being taken hostage by space pirates he did not know. It didn't make it any less stressful.
"Uhura, can you contact him at all? Is his communicator working?"
There was a pause as Uhura flicked some switches at her station, "It's working, sir, but I don't know if he will be able to reply."
Jim tried not to think about the implications of that, and nodded. He didn't want to end up encouraging the pirates to injure Spock if they thought he was trying to do anything suspicious.
"Chekov, I have an idea. Get down to the transporter room, now."
He turned back to the view of the pirate shuttle out of the viewscreen.
Hold on, Spock, he thought, we won't leave you behind.