Disclaimer: Woo hoo! Here we go, withOUT a witty disclaimer. I don't own Sanctuary. This fic series contains an OC or two. I'll do me best to keep her non-MarySue. You don't like OC's? Don't read.

A Brief Author's Note: If you've read my other series of Baby Grands, featuring Graverobber and Shilo of Repo! The Genetic Opera, you get the idea of Baby Grands. I seem to have hit a recent spell of writer's block, so I'm going back into the business of Baby Grands - now in the Sanctuary edition! The idea is that a thousand is colloquially referred to as a "grand". The "baby" bit comes from the term "ficlet," which just brings to mind the image of baby fanfics.

Abnormal

There had been reports of a rogue creature in the Sound area. Normally the Sanctuary didn't deal with what would normally be an Animal Control issue. However, this involved what some people had described as humanoid. Last week, a fisherman who had been notorious for shooting sea lions turned up without his entrails. The bites checked out as shark-like, but some of marks had come from hands. Someone with a quick eye had called Dr. Magnus and she had asked none other than Nikola Tesla to come and see about it. When he asked why, Ashley had mentioned something about him being a walking Taser.

So now, he was out on the rocky beach of the Sound with Will and Henry in an SUV nearby in case anything went wrong. Nobody was out on the beach so close to dark. His grey eyes swept up and down the sandy shore, looking for anything unusual. He found nothing that looked Abnormal, but something light-colored caught his eye as a wave swept out to sea. He narrowed his eyes on the same spot and something silver glimmered close to it. Something long, dark, and wispy floated near the shine.

"What in the world?" he remarked to himself, approaching the spot where he first saw the strange object. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a human hand. "Well that's interesting."

He stood at the water's edge, watching the shape for any sign of life. If it was dead already, there wasn't much point bringing it in. It might have been his imagination, or a trick of the light, but the arm attached to the hand twitched. Then he clearly saw the hand clench into a fist and release again. Two long, quick steps brought him alongside the shape - the red "seaweed" he had first seen was, in fact, a face covered by long, sodden auburn hair. He rolled his eyes. Whatever he was really looking for, he had apparently found some overly-emotional young woman who had decided to make like Ophelia.

Henry and Will had hopped out of the SUV and were headed over to see why Tesla was standing knee-deep in the ocean and not seemingly doing anything. He shrugged his shoulders and lifted the tangle of arms, legs, and hair into his arms. Then he realized that he had found exactly the creature they were looking for. As her head rolled back, her mouth opened slightly and he saw two rows of serrated, shark-like teeth. He hefted her up closer to his chest and splashed out of the surf, his pants soaked clear up to his thighs.

"Hey Tesla, what'd you--- What the hell happened?!" yelped Henry, who had run down the beach ahead of Will to see what Tesla had picked up.

"Haven't a clue as to the circumstances, but it seems I've found what we came here for," the electric vampire answered. "She's unconscious."

Henry processed this quickly, decided to ask no questions, and waved his hands for Will to head back to the SUV. The werewolf followed, his ankles turning as he cursed at the sand. Tesla brought up the rear, instructed Will to drive, and set the girl on the seat next to him, her naked self a soggy pile on the leather upholstery. Out of clinical curiosity, he reached out and peeled back one of her eyelids, furrowing his brow at what he saw. Instead of a human eye, with white sclera, an iris, and round pupil, he saw something closer to a shark's eye, the whole thing golden and the pupil long and slitted, like a cat's eye.

He had his ideas, but decided to keep them to himself for the time being. The drive was a bit of a bumpy one. The stupid road-builders loved putting up those big orange barrels and cones, but it never seemed like there was any actual work being done. Tesla retreated back inside his head and let his thoughts chase each other around for a while. Before he knew it, he was hauling the unconscious girl up the stairs, bypassing the Big Guy, carrying her through the Sanctuary, and depositing her in a lab.

Helen came along post haste, her high heels clicking on the marble floor of the hallway. She knocked on the open door frame before walking right on in. Grabbing a pair of rubber gloves and, after cordially greeting Nikola, she asked what they were dealing with. The self-proclaimed genius replied that he had his theories. Before he could elaborate, Helen had a needle and syringe in hand and was drawing a blood sample from the unconscious female.

"You say you found her floating in the Sound?" she inquired. Nikola nodded and, before he could start to monologue again, she continued. "Could you venture a guess as to how long she had been there?"

"Seems impossible, but she had to have been there for half an hour at least, with how I found her," answered Tesla. "I thought I'd found someone who'd taken a love of Shakespeare's women a bit too far. Suicide's on the rise, you know?"

Helen nodded as she loaded the blood sample into a centrifuge to separate it. She carefully lifted the girl's lip, noted the teeth, and then did the same to the eyes. Nikola finally got a look at the shiny thing that had caught his eye in the water – a silver collar. It didn't seem to have a fastener of any kind. From the burn on the back of her neck, someone had welded this thing shut. He didn't like touching it. Certainly vampires didn't burn at the touch of silver like in those ridiculous stories, but the object itself gave his guts a turn. He examined her hands, finding longer-than normal fingernails. At the sides of her neck, he found what looked like two sets of three horizontal scars.

"Very interesting," Tesla announced to everyone. "Helen, it appears we have a Siren on our hands."