Murder Most Foul
By insanity_fangal (trekkie)
Disclaimer- I don't own Star Trek, Paramount does ect...
AN: This unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine.
AN 2: I'm Australian and we sometimes spell things a little differently, please forgive.
AN 3: Ro Laren is my favourite character, and killing her off hurts me as much as it does you.
AN 4: I've tried to fix most of the grammatical and spelling errors and speech patterns that people have commented on.
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Prologue
"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm," Doctor Julian Bashir hummed, as he rode the turbolift after a long day's work. 'Why am I humming?' He wondered. 'Cos Ezri gets back tomorrow,' his subconscious told him. The thought filling his heart with a warm euphoria.
He smiled; he couldn't wait to see her again.
When the lift stopped on his level, he stepped out and walked right into the scantly clad, majestically green Treir.
"Whoa there," catching her before she fell to the ground, "you might knock someone out." He laughed.
"Sorry," She apologized, smiling vivaciously. "What are you so happy about?"
"Defiant gets back tomorrow," he replied.
She smiled wickedly. "Well that's how it works on paper."
"Oh gee, thanks for wrecking my good mood," he laughed. "What are you doing in this neck of the woods anyway?"
Her brow creased in confusion, "neck of the woods?"
"Er... In this corridor."
"Oh...Okaaaay? I'm lost, if you must know. You wouldn't happen to know where Nog's quarters are would you. Quark's got me playing messenger girl." She said, rolling her eyes at the last part.
"Oh sure Treir, just go round that corner and keep walking 'til you come to section Alpha 4, then it's the 3rd on the left."
"Thanks Julian," she smiled and then kissed him on the cheek, then left.
Julian chuckled and then headed on his way.
He was almost at his door when he heard her scream.
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It was a nice calm shift in OP's. Nothing exciting was happening; everyone was efficiently manning their stations and talking about the latest piece of gossip- were Colonel Kira and First Minister Shakaar really just friends.
Suddenly, "Bashir to OP's, I need a security team and a med team to level 4, section Beta 2 of the habitat ring immediately."
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Colonel Kira Nerys, having gotten a request from security, found herself walking towards her CMO, who was holding a very distraught Treir. As she drew closer she saw that Treir's face was tear stained.
'Which is never a good idea when wearing that much eyeliner,' she thought.
"What happened?" she inquired.
Julian's face saddened, "over there." He said; indicating the near-by corridor. "Be warned Nerys, it's pretty gruesome."
Kira nodded.
She gave Treir a reassuring smile, as she headed in the direction Julian had indicated, still thoroughly confused.
As she passed two Starfleet security officers; she overheard a snatch of conversation.
"…so much blood."
"Yeah, I mean I didn't like her. But even she doesn't deserve that."
"Nobody does….."
'Oh Prophets please don't let it be what I think it is." She thought desperately as she quickened her pace.
It was.
Lying before her was her Chief of Security and friend Lieutenant Ro Laren.
Dead.
Her body was broken. Her clothing ripped. Her face, frozen in terror. And the blood, oh the blood.
'I'm going to be sick.' She thought.
She remembered the day when she'd first met Laren; she'd thought she was the most annoying woman that she'd ever met. But she'd grown on her, and now we're great friends.
We were great friends.
Oh Prophets, Laren!
As she looked at her best friend's body, she felt a great welling up inside of her. Unable to stand her grief any longer she sank to her knees, tears pouring from her eyes. It was a pain she had felt so many times before and was sure to feel many times in the future.
She felt a pair of strong arms embrace her, and she laid her head on her comforter's shoulder.
Oh Laren.
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TBC
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