Hello and Welcome. This is my first DGM story, so forgive any off stuff. The first chapter deals mainly with all the OCs. There's going to be a lot of them, please be patient with the DGM part of the story. It comes, it just takes awhile. Sorry. Anyways, enjoy.~~~~~

Sirens sounded for a brief instant. Blue and red lights flashed all around and everywhere there were people in blue uniforms. They hustled here and there, murmuring and working all at once to keep things clear. Yellow tape kept the crowd out of a section of the street, an alley way.

This was a crime scene.

Curious people crowded around, arching and craning their necks to try and see what was happening while the police stood guard, preventing any of the ordinary citizens from entering in on the scene. The crowd was a calm one, hardly causing problems except for one or two that were easily put back into line with a shout from one of the uniformed men.

Shoving his way through the crowds, a man walked. He moved fast, a person with a purpose in mind as he made his way forwards. Authority flared in his gray eyes as he swept his way along, but not alone. Four others followed in toe of him, carrying many pieces of equipment with them. From cameras to kits, they were moving hurriedly past everyone in the crowds to the point of thrusting people out of their way.

Three were men, with different faces and races, and a single women tagged along beside them all. She stood as an equal among these men at their man's job, so to speak. Finally at the front of the crowd the lead man ducked under the yellow tape, the other four following his example. Several of the guards at the tape line sprang to action.

" HEY-!" he hollered only to freeze at the sight of the cold gray eyes that glared loathingly back at him behind a curtain of black hair that hung about his head, dangling in his face. The guard flinched away and the man continued moving forwards as his team followed after once more.

" Sorry about that," said a friendly male among them, smiling at the poor man who'd been victim to his boss' harsh gaze, flipping his badge to the cop in question," I'm Agent Connell, and that there is Special Agent DeRoy."

Now that was a name this cop recognized. Special Agent Zack DeRoy was a ruthless man, notorious and feared for his skill as an investigator. Everybody in the firm knew the name of this man with the black shoulder length hair and cold gray eyes. He was rather famous, not only for his dedication to his work, but for a wicked reputation for commanding his team and others whom have the misfortune to interrupt his cases in anyway.

Connell was a friendly looking man, young with his brown hair cut short in the back so that his bangs hung long in his face in front of his eyes, illuminating his bright blue eyes. Smiling still, he patted the man on the shoulder.

" Please keep the crowds back while we gather evidence, won't you?" he kept smiling at the cop.

" CONNELL!!" came a harsh snarl from beyond the man into the alleyway and Connell leaped in fright to attention, grabbing up his heavy case of equipment.

" Coming, Chief!!" he answered and rushed over to his companions, lugging the suit case of supplies along with both hands.

The team of five stood around the body as Connell approached, setting the suit case down and stooping to catch his breath a moment.

" What have we got?" he asked, glancing up then straightened again. Kneeling down, he examined the body with a somewhat unnerving curiosity.

The body was a women in her mid-twenties at the oldest. She was on her back, knees bent and flopped to her right, one arm up over her head and the other at her side. The body was next to a dumpster in the alleyway.

" My goodness," Connell murmured, holding his hand up above the body and tracing along the slender form in the air," how did a nice, west side gal end up on this side of town at this time of night?"

" The same way we did, numb nuts," said a dark tanned man with a sarcastic note in his voice, " got off our asses and drove down here."

" Well, we'll need to confirm that by finding the vehicle first, Zagar." said the other man, softly, but with a hint of mockery at Zagar and Connell.

" We'll find out what happened." Agent DeRoy said, firmly.

" No blood," commented the girl, flicking her flashlight right and left along the alleyway in the darkness, " there's some bruising and cuts though. Strangulation?" she suggested, thoughtfully.

" A nice thought, but look," DeRoy said, turning his flashlight to show the white skin of the lifeless form, " there's no signs of bruising around her neck." There were nods of agreement among the five of them to this fact, and a brief silence followed while DeRoy leaned down to get a better look at the body. "Zagar, what do you think?"

Zagar stepped forwards, the dark skinned man who'd spoken before, coming up next to his boss so that the leader of the team could see clearly into those dark black, calculating eyes. He placed a hand to his only slightly fuzzy chin, and rub, thoughtfully taking in the sight.

" No real way to tell at this point," he admitted, careful with his choice of words, " but with no blood visible and nothing but a few other scratches and bruises, it suggests something internal. Like drug overdose, or maybe poison." he suggested.

" We'll need the autopsy report to be sure, right?" DeRoy spoke bitterly, and Zagar laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

" That's usually how it goes. Sorry, Chief." he said, but his Chief waved him away with a single flick of his wrist.

" Well, I'm gonna see if she's got anything under her nails." the girl had already begun to open her case and pulling out what she needed before coming up on the opposite side of her boss and co-worker.

" Bag and tag, Kennedy," DeRoy said, then turned to the quiet man," Smith, give her a hand. We need as much as possible before we leave for the night."

" Aye, sir." Smith said, softly like the first time, and got right to work.

" Zagar, get to work on photos. Get everything." emphasizing the point to his Middle Eastern worker. It wasn't that he was prejudice. Quite the opposite. He wanted Zagar to push himself to get as much as he could. DeRoy met his dark eyes with his own storm colored eyes. "We don't have much time and a lot of ground to cover-"

" Got it, Chief." Zagar said, dipping into his smaller kit case.

Spinning on his heels, Zack marched towards the closest cop whom seemed to be supervising security of the scene. The man glanced over and set himself firmly as DeRoy approached, Connell following in toe because he'd yet to be assigned a job to do.

" What can I help you with, Investigator?" he asked DeRoy before DeRoy could say anything to him first. DeRoy gave the man a long, hard stare, and smirked, slightly at him.

Right to the point. Good.

" Did anybody find any ID on her?" he gestured towards the alley where his people were hard at work already.

The cop became nervous then. The Special Agent read this by his sudden change from firm to unsure while he glanced at the ground and shifted slightly on his feet.

" Didn't find any, I assume?" he said, and the man stared at him a moment. "Anybody recognize the body? Seen her in the area before, anything like that?"

" That couple over their found the body." he gestured to where an ambulance had pulled up along the outside of the crowds with a young pair of lovers settled on the back of it. DeRoy nodded, turning his gaze to Connell, who knew what his Chief wanted right away.

" I'm on it." he said, digging out his pen and notepad from his coat pockets.

However, his boss motioned for him to follow for a moment, leaving the other man to his work once again. This wasn't abnormal, after all, his boss confided many things that he simply couldn't tell to his entire time for fear of losing their support. The two of them stood apart, facing each other.

" What business does a girl like that have on this side of town, Connell?" DeRoy asked, gazing around on the ground, observing, inspecting it for clues left behind. Connell was comfortable with this situation, as it happened a lot. DeRoy needed people to bounce ideas off of, and Connell was just the man to help him do this.

Kneeling down, DeRoy narrowed his eyes, obviously thinking hard. Connell knew that face all too well, and smiled.
Looking down at his leader, he thought a moment.

" Hooker, maybe? Then there's the chance she bad a boyfriend who lived in these parts." he added on as an after thought. DeRoy looked up at Connell, his eyebrows raised quizzically at his employee. "Hey, sometimes good chicks go for bad boys." Now DeRoy smirked and chuckled.

" Like to know where all those girls are for us." he said with a rueful laugh. Connell laughed lightly too. " Could it be family, Connell?" Connell blinked, confused moment. Then, putting a hand on his chin, he thought it over.

" What? You think this could be domestic, Chief?" Connell asked." It's possible, but it certainly doesn't seem likely at this point. If it is personal then there's usually some other factor from a past grudge. A hate crime with pants pulled down or something like that. Domestics seem to be more severe too. This seems rather light for a grudge."

DeRoy bit his thumb, thoughtfully for a few moments. His eyes still flicked around, his mind clearly gearing and focused. It was how he was by nature, DeRoy. He was always cool and thoughtful.

"Something just feels off about all of this" he admitted, carefully. Connell was lost.

" Seems normal to me. Off how?" he asked back, crossing his arms, thinking too. DeRoy glanced up at him again, then away after only an instant. He shrugged, allowing his eyes to wonder further away from the point where he crouched.

" Like this whole thing is some sort of set up." DeRoy replied, getting a gasp from Connell. " That somebody put the body here for us to find."

" Chief, are you serious?" the instant it hit the air, Connell knew he had said something he shouldn't have. He payed for it. DeRoy's eyes flashed and he frowned profoundly at Connell.

" No," his voice was thick with sarcasm," I just like pulling you leg, rookie. I enjoy the chance to worry you unnecessarily." Connell grinned, sheepishly while his boss shook his head. " I know it's late, but use your head, not your dick, Connell." DeRoy snapped.

"Sorry, Chief." Connell apologized, smiling despite his embarresment. However, the two were interrupted.

"CHIEF!" Zagar hollered from down the alleyway, catching the attention of DeRoy and Connell. " You better have a look at this!"

DeRoy and Connell headed quickly over to Zagar and Kennedy.

" Look at this," Zagar insisted," we couldn't see it at first because the body was on its back and its dark but . . ." his voice trailed. Gently, Kennedy turned the body over to show them. Connell's face twisted in horror,but DeRoy simply frowned more at the sight.

On the back of the woman were huge, gaping gashes, with giant pieces of flesh missing. Huge, like her back was hacked apart by a long hunting knife or large dagger. It was only her back, not even her shoulders were cut enough to be considered something abnormal of a scratch. The skin was torn and pieces of her back hung off the body in great masses.

DeRoy knelt down, observing more closely the part of the body that had been ripped to ribbons. Connell swallowed the bad taste that had been forming at the back of his throat as his boss slipped on a glove to help his inspection along. Kennedy turned her hazel eyes away, disturbed by the sight of this, even at second glance.

" Kennedy, don't you turn away," DeRoy's sharp voice hit the air with a great deal of warning to the girl whom flinched away," its part of your job. Turn and look." he commanded, but Kennedy shook her head, turning totally away from them all. DeRoy sighed, clasping her shoulder with a hard, unshakable hand.

" Remember that there is a reason we must do what we do." Slowly, she turned back, and DeRoy set to checking the body over. Her eyes filled with tears and he flashed the light across the damage to the body, but she never turned away, not once.

" You were right, Chief." Connell, whom had kneeled down with his own flashlight to help with the inspection. He left the light pointed at one spot in particular, never letting it leave the spot in question.

DeRoy squirmed his way over to get a look at what Connell had found. His eyes glued instantly to what Connell wanted to show him. With a gentle hand, he turned so the spot faced upwards so he might get a better look.

" That's sick" Smith spoke up now, shaking his head.

" 'God Matter' . . ." DeRoy murmured, his voice trailing away into the night air like smoke from a cigarette.

" What's that supposed to mean?" said a shaky Kennedy.

" I dunno . . ." DeRoy admitted.~~~~

That's chapter 1. Hope you liked it. I own all of these OC characters and none of the DGM characters that will show up eventually. This is my disclaimer by the way. Anyways, review and tell me what you think.