Welcome to a new story. I know I am starting too many, but the plot bunnies are simply going crazy in my brain.
I am not writing crime stories very often, so this is still quite new for me, too.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ittle Bloody Diamond!
You don't have to read "An Asssassin's Creed" to understand it, but I do recommend it as it makes some things a bit clearer rght away.

Disclaimer: I don't own BSG

Blood on Diamonds

Prologue

A night in Caprica City is like a night in any big city. There are the skyscrapers that never seem to darken, the people that never seem to sleep, the music in the clubs and bars that never seems to stop - it's the same kind of houses, the same kind of people, the same kind of music one would find on Picon. Or Tauron. Maybe even Gemenon, if one searches long enough. And still, there is something different about Caprica City. Maybe it is the smell of sophistication in the air? Maybe it is the feeling on progress in the wind? Maybe it is the distant humming of prophecy in the leaves of the trees? The common folk calls it flair and tries to pinpoint it in brochures. The poets call it soul and try to immortalize it in their works of art. Whatever it is - Caprica has it.

That was the City that greeted their gangster queen from the window of the little flat she was currently staying at, right in the middle of everything. It was only two rooms and a little kitchen and the excuse of a bathroom, but it was enough. After all, the purpose of all this was to have a place to store her gear and to have a safehouse, in case something happened to her in the city centre. And the view was fantastic, that was another positive point. Especially from the rooftop. Maybe she would go up there later, if the weather stayed nice. Her neighbours thought she was a bit odd, because she was nearly never home, but she had told everybody that she preferred living a bit further in the suburbs and only kept the apartment in case she went out and it got late. That was actually quite the truth.

Laura didn't really have a reason to be where she was that night, it was more a routine check-up, clean the sniper rifles, stock up the little fridge, even wipe down the bathroom. It was all stuff that had to be done and the "Red Rose" always did what had to be done, no question. She hid the weapons again under the floorboards and just wanted to leave the rooms for the roof, when her phone rang. Not the "Laura Roslin Phone" with its silver case and black book quotes on it. No, the "Red Rose Phone", the black one, the one with the number only contacted by members of the Caprica City Underworld. People requiring her service.

"Frak!", she cursed.

That would be the end of her holiday. The holiday that had just started after this little coup at Joseph Adama's law firm. Because if it wasn't too weird, Laura wouldn't say no to a job offer. Not because they forced her. Not because she needed the money. Simply becaus she loved the kick. It was her own personal drug.

"Yes?", she answered the phone, her voice not giving away any emotion.

She had equipped her little gadget with a programme that altered her voice, making it unrecognizable, untraceable. Just in case. One never knew what guys like Detective Adama would come up with. People like him would use a great deal of different resources and programmes to catch a fox like her. But yes, she was a fox indeed, and foxes always outsmarted the watchdogs.

"Red Rose", a voice stated.

In her head, Laura already analysed it. Male. Smooth like an eel. Proper pronounciation. Caprican. In his thirties, maybe forties. Used to being in charge. No evidence of intoxication. Reasonable, most likely a meticulous planner. Dangerous.

"Speaking", she simply answered.

"I would say I call because I require your services, but of course this is obvious, Ma'am. There is something I want and they say appointing you is a safe way to get it. Is that true?"

"It is indeed", she confirmed, "though as you probably know, stealing artifacts is usually not my line of work, even though I excel at it. But I might make an exception. The price for this adventure however depends on what it is and how difficult it is to get it, Sir."

Apparently this man liked formalities, well, she would indulge him. They both were aware that she usually sold information, not goods, but there had been some incidents that had shown it was no problem for her either.

"There is a collier in the Caprica Museum of Ancient History, they say it dates back to the exodus of the twelve tribes. Myths tell us the leader of the Caprican tribe was wearing the diamond collier when they discovered this planet. Now, it is a piece that is missing in my collection. I can't buy it. I want it. And I want you to get it, what ever the cost."

This was the prologue, chapter 1 will hopefully be up soonish.

For now I have to work on my BSG Period Drama story:)