Description: This is a stupid little fic that is made 'cause of too much time and a writers block on my X-File/Stargate Atlantis cross The Starplate Files.
Warnings: Uh, do I have to say this is a death fic? Set in the start of season three when Woolsey comes to Atlantis.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Stargate characters, thankfully not Woolsey! I do own Lt Mills team though, so please don't copy them!
CHAPTER ONE: DEAD
Weir sat in her office waiting for Doctor Beckett to radio her on the details of the examination of the body. The body had been found two hours earlier at the bottom of one of Atlantis's many staircases. By now the whole of Atlantis would have heard the news.
Her radio burst to life.
"Dr Weir?" It was Beckett.
"Yes?" replied Weir waiting for the report on the body.
"He was shot with a bullet from a 9mm causing him to fall backwards down the stairs."
Weir sighed. "Thank you Carson. Weir out."
That narrowed her interrogations down to anyone who used or had a 9mm, meaning practically everyone. Weir decided to start with SGA-1.
She clicked back on her radio. "SGA-1 to my office."
A/N: Please review! I want to know what you think of this stupidly random little story!