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Stay awhile and read.
My first attempt at Fan fiction writing. I apologise profusely if it offends readers and characters alike. I tried to stick to how I perceived the characters to be from the show.

I did however add a character of my own, as it seemed fun and easier for me to embroil a new story around the already existing effervescent characters that we have all come to know and love.
Fear not I have no aspirations to become a writer, I have no flair for it, I just got some wacky story ideas that I started to write for my amusement and thought I'd share, in the hopes that some may enjoy, as I have enjoyed reading other people's creations here that have entertained me, made me laugh even moved me to tears, etc etc.

A friendly Wave and Hail to all story weavers.

Marcus lay unconscious, surrounded by a pool of blood that was not his own. It came from another prone body that had a Denn-Bok embedded in his skull.

A woman screamed, and a group of people gathered, to see what all the fuss was about, looking on shocked at the vermillion liquid spreading around the boy's head, instinctively stepping away before it could lap against their boots.

"All right folks, move out-of-the-way, let us get through here." Zack Allen ordered gruffly, nudging those who were slow to move.

The crowd melted aside, making a pathway to the crime area, Zack activated his comm link and ordered a trauma team to the scene, then contacted Garibaldi.

"Chief, I think you need to see this right away."

"We are down in Brown 14 A".

"Ok Zack, I'm on my way"

Garibaldi knew that Zack would not call for anything trivial, so it had to be bad. Seems he would not be ending his shift on time after all. Why me, why always on my watch he mused to himself and sighed, heading off to see what mess he had to clean up now.

Zack and his squad had already secured the area, no-one could leave until they'd been questioned and statements taken. Garibaldi arrived just before Dr Franklin and his med team.

He had seen many things in his time, dead bodies were nothing new in his line of work, but somehow this one got to him. The sight of seeing a friend injured, possibly even dead and a boy of about 16 leaking his life's blood and brains out over the cold metal floor in the unfriendly dingiest part of the station.

Marcus began to stir, groaning as he came to, his head felt like an express train had gone right through it and scrambled the contents of his skull.

Garibaldi squatted down beside him and asked what happened, while Dr Franklin tried to keep the boy alive.

Marcus rubbed his eyes, trying to clear away spots of bright white lights and black spidery tendrils, that were floating around inside them. The buzzing and ringing in his ears were distorting his hearing and although he could see Garibaldi talking to him, he did not comprehend the words, they seemed to be coming at him all garbled and in slow motion.

He wanted to stand even though he felt dizzy and nauseous, putting a hand out to steady himself, he tried pushing his body up, but felt it slip in something congealing and sticky.

He gazed down in numb confusion, then horror crossed his face as his slowly activating synapses registered what he was seeing and feeling. What had happened, how did he get here, who had done this. Questions raced through his tortured brain cells as he stared at the boys face, recognising who it was.

He looked at Garibaldi, mouthing words to him that came out without a sound, then he blacked out again.

'He did it."

The womans anguished screech was heard above the low hum of voices from all around, and she pointed at Marcus.

"Take Cole to med lab, get him checked over, then put him in a holding cell if he gets the all clear from the Doc." Garibaldi ordered.

This was going to be a long night he thought, and sighed sadly to himself.