Alrighty, here I am trying my hand at another fic for your reading enjoyment. Read, perhaps review, and enjoy!

Miss Chang Po presents...
The Big O
in...
"Lost Doll"

            The scene opened up inside Paradigm City.  The city was experiencing one of the worst rainstorms anyone could remember.  However, inside one of the many domes scattered across the city, the wealthy upper class remained oblivious to the raging weather outside.  However, terror raged none the less.
            Sirens blared loudly into the night.  Policeand squad cars surrounded one of the larger mansions in the smallest dome.  Every exit was cordoned off with yellow tape.
Major Dan Dastun peered over the railing of the long circular stairway. "What have we got here?" he asked
"It certainly doesn't look like an accident, sir." an officer next to him replied, staring in the same direction, where two bodies covered in white sheets lay lifeless on the bottom floor.  "We're labeling it a double homicide."
"Let's see what the forensics have to say before we start making any assumptions like that." Dastun grumbled before heading down the steps to the bottom floor.
"After all, we all know what happens when we make assumptions." Dastun and his assistant looked up to see a figure walking towards them.  Donned in black from the floor up, he greeted him with a confident smirk.
"Roger Smith, what brings you here?" Dastun asked.
Roger walked over to where the sheet-covered bodies lay.  "They're…?"
"Yup." Dastun replied, walking upbeside him.  "As doornails."
"Hn." Roger responded, stooping down to the floor.
"You know 'em?" Dastun asked.
Roger removed the two sheets halfway to reveal the victims beneath them. An elderly man and woman, both with horror still etched across their features.  "They were clients of mine." he answered, sounding slightly disappointed. "Marsha and Randall Portswater. I got a call from them the other day asking me to negotiate for them."
"Negotiate what?" the young officer with Dastun asked.
"I don't remember much of the conversation, but I was under the impression Mr. Portswater didn't want to tell me much." Roger answered.  "Though I'm thinking that he was looking into hiring my services more for protection than anything else."  He moved the sheets back into place, stepping back so that the paramedics could remove the bodies.  "I suppose he was too late."
"You almost seem sorry for them."Dastun said.
Roger removed his sunglasses, but did not speak. 
"They seemed pretty horrified about whatever got them." Dorothy replied, suddenly beside the silent negotiator, surprising Dastun.
'Why does she keep surprising me like that?' Dastun thought to himself. He then shook his head, getting back to the task at hand.  "Probably didn't deserve whatever it is they got." 
"Where there any other victims?" Roger asked.
"No, just these two.  Though, there been other cases similar to this one in the past two years." the young officer answered.
"Making this one…?"
"Number 6, sir." the young officer finished off. 
"According to neighbors and bystanders, the old couple had given the help the night off." Dastun said.
"Was there anyone else here?" Roger asked.
Dastun looked at him with almost an amused smirk.  "As a matter of fact, there is."

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            After leaving the scene of the crime, Roger and Dorothy pulled up in front of the Paradigm City hospital.  After parking the car, they made their way towards the front desk.  Upon arriving there, a middle-aged woman, with auburn hair pulled up in a tight bun eyed them skeptically.
            "How may I help you?" she asked.
            "The name's Roger Smith." Roger answered.  "I'm a Negotiator."  Dorothy wanted to note that thereceptionist did not look too impressed, but remained silent. Roger cleared his throat and continued. "I was told that there was a witness from the latest double homicide being held here."
            "You must mean Eve." the receptionist replied, getting up from her seat.  "Follow me."
            Roger raised an eyebrow.  "Eve?" 
Dorothy, however, still remained silent as she followed behind the two as they made their way down the hall.

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            "If you'll be kind enough to wait here," the receptionist replied, stopping in front of a small waiting room.  By the tone of her voice, it wasn't a suggestion. "I'll have someone bring Eve down to you shortly."
            "Before you go, was this Eve person injured at all in the attack?" Roger asked.
            "I don't believe so." the receptionist answered. "From what I'm told, she's only suffering from shock, that's all.  Now if you'll just wait here."  With that, she took off down the hall again."
            "Now wait a minute," Roger called, but the woman was already out of earshot.  Sighing, he walked into the waiting room,and sat down in one of the overstuffed couches.
            Dorothy, who remained by the door, asked, "Roger, do you really believe this Eve saw anything?"
            "Who knows?" Roger answered.  "She had to have seen something if that lady said she had gone into shock.  You saw how the couple looked."
            Dorothy walked over and sat next to him.  "What do you think happened?" she asked.
            "I only got a look at their faces, not the bodies themselves." Roger answered.  "Unless our witness knows what happened, I'll have to check with Dastun later. Hm?" At that moment, a young woman walked into the room.
            She was a little bit taller than Dorothy with wavy blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.  She wore denim jeans and a big brown sweater.  She smiled at the two of them.  "You must be Mr. Smith." she replied.  "Major Dastun told me youwere coming."
            Roger looked her over.  'She doesn't look so shocked to me…' Walking over to her he asked, "Eve, I presume?"
            The woman laughed.  "Oh no.  I'm Lieutenant Lydia Forester." she answered, holding up a police badge. "Witness Protection Specialist." She stepped to the right to reveal another behind her.  "This is Eve."
            Shock was now registered on Roger's face.  Even Dorothy looked slightly surprised. Before them now stood a young girl no older than 12 years old.  Wearing perhaps an expensive but now dirty and tattered forest green dress, the young girl had long blue hair in a braided ponytail.  Her face was pale and her expression read that of fear and exhaustion. Aside from that she looked almost exactly like Dorothy!
            "Miss Eve," Lt. Forester said gently.  "This is Roger Smith, a negotiator.  He wants to ask you a few questions."
            The young girl stood close the policewoman.  "Who is she?" she asked, referring to Dorothy. 
            "Uh…" Lydia turned to Roger for assistance.
            "Who… her?" Roger began, but before he could finish, Dorothy took a step forward and stooped down in front of the girl. 
"My name is R. Dorothy Wayneright." she answered.  "And you, miss?"
The young girl studied Dorothy for a moment before stepping away from Lydia. Doing a classic curtsy, she bowed her head replying, "My name is Evelyn Portswater, ma'am.  I am pleased to make your acquaintance." She then retreated back to Lydia's side, keeping an eye on the android.
'Almost a spitting image…' Roger mused to himself, watching the two of them.
"So, I understand you will be watching over Miss Portswater." Lydia was saying.
"Huh?" Roger blinked.
"According to what Major Dastun told me," Lydia said, looking just as confused as the negotiator.  "You would be taking care of Miss Portswater while you questioned her.  The major said she'd be safest with you."  Roger stuttered with disbelief.  "If I'm mistaken… we can make other arrangements… if it's a problem…"
"It's no trouble at all." Dorothy cut in, now holding a sleeping Eve in her arms.  "Mr. Smith has the room and the resources to watch over Ms.Portswater."  She turned her gaze to Roger.  "Isn't that correct, Roger Smith?"
Roger gave her a disbelieving stare before looking at the sleeping girl in her arms.  He couldn't help but think the scene made Dorothy look a bit maternal.  'Stop that… now's not the time…' He sighed and folded his arms. "Yeah… fine.  It makes my job easier."  'Yeah right…'
"Great." Lydia smiled, handing him a small slip of paper.  "Here's my number.  If you have any problems or questions, give me a call.  Good luck."  With that she ran off, leaving Dorothy and Roger with the young girl.
Roger glared at Dorothy.  "The things you get me into…"

~We have come to terms.............. End of Chapter 1

Author's Notes

Well, whaddya think? I'm not sure what genre to put it under yet, so I'm just going to leave it under General for now. I'm thinking of having some RogerxDorothy moments, so maybe I'll put it under Romance after the story progresses. Let me know what you guys think. =)