Megan Morse frowned at the sight before her eyes, before taking photographs at different angles of the body, the room and any evidence that was found. She was lucky enough to at least be partnered with her boyfriend, Conner; he was currently taking notes on an interview with the man who had called in the dead man's body in the run-down sleazy part of town apartment in the slums of Metropolis.

Megan knew why Conner hated her being on this side of town, now; she made a mental note to not be so harsh on him when he asked her not to go somewhere. Conner had been at this line of work since high school (Clark Kent had his ways of getting his son this kind of experience while keeping it under the radar), so he pretty much knew how bad some of these crimes could be.

"All finished?" Conner asked softly, snapping off his gloves and lending a hand to his girlfriend to haul her off the ground. He hated seeing her woozy, and knew her talent laid more in the interrogation room than out on the field.

"Is everything bagged and tagged?" Conner nodded in response, Megan narrowed her eyes and shifted to where they were storing their evidence for transit. "I'll double check so that way when we check everything in, we won't have any slip ups."

Conner wasn't mad and Megan for pointing out that sometimes he got too stubborn on the job, and when working a case with Dick he had once skipped over a blood trace that hadn't belonged to the victim. The guilty woman almost got away with the murder if Dick hadn't gone back to the scene and spotted it on another pass over. One thing about being a forensic scientist and crime scene investigator; double check, then double check the double check. People's lives were what they were sworn to protect, and throwing an innocent party in jail never helped because the evidence wasn't collected right or misplaced

"You're not driving my car," Conner grabbed the keys from Megan's hand, earning a glare that was only half serious as she climbed into the front passengers seat.

"God, I nearly crash the car, once, and it's held over my head for life!" Conner ignited the car and started back to the precinct. He knew Wally was already having a busy day, so when the evidence was checked in, he may have to help around the lab for a while.

"Remind me again why Wally took over his uncle Barry's duties for this week?" Megan queried, her legs making double time to keep up with her boyfriend. He smiled at her when looking over his shoulder to her face and held the elevator for her to step in a few strides behind his own.

"Barry had to go back to Central City for the week, he was visiting an old friend and his wife went into labour." Megan held back a squeal, Conner could tell from how she was biting her bottom lip. She didn't know Iris personally, but Wally had spoken nothing but good things about her. Conner had pressed the button for the fourth floor causing the elevator doors to shut promptly.

"That means Barry will be off for a few weeks then," Megan look confused, and slightly frustrated for her friend momentarily. "He's not going to be able to deal with running our shifts, having his own cases to work and helping out the lab rats to speed with the work around here."

"He doesn't have to worry for too long," Conner grabbed Megan's hand softly as they walked through the corridors until they got to a less crowded lab. Wally and Dick were the only inhabitants.

"Hey there, guys," Dick smiled, his usual happy self showed through the concentration he had worn a few second before.

"Hey Dick, I was just about to tell Megan how Bruce is stopping by from Gotham to help out around here."

"You're adoptive father is coming here?" Megan asked, she had yet to meet the imposing man, but Dick assured her that Bruce Wayne, who had always been a person to help out the police in Gotham, would like her and his other friends. Conner was the only one of his friends to meet him, due to the fact that their fathers were best friends since the age of nine.

"Yeah, he'll be overseeing Barry's duty as Director since Wally is going to be working in the lab more for a while." Megan looked as Wally's face as he worked. His eyes, squinted over a microscope as he adjusted the focus of the lens, were visibly tired. Dark circles were forming under his eyes, his forehead showed lines he never usually wore on his face, and the smile he always showed was not there, replaced with a frown people would have mistaken for concentration.

Megan knew he was tired from Artemis being unwell due to pregnancy, the increased workload and finding out that his cousin Bart had been forced to be spending time at his apartment. Artemis would have been online at home looking at possible housing choices that would be suitable for their newest addition to the family (and that wasn't meaning Bart, the hyperactive thirteen year old wouldn't be staying for too long, as long as Barry got home on time).

"How are you doing, Wally?" Megan walked to her friend and tapped his shoulder lightly. He jumped, the microscope he had been toying with nearly topped over along with some kind of DNA sample he had been testing. Megan repeated her question when Wally looked confused.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just stressed, you know?" Megan nodded, sympathetic though she had never tried to ever strain herself mentally as she knew Wally was prone to doing. The smart and quick young man was uncharacteristically slow and on edge.

"When you're able to, we have some DNA and chemical samples that need analysing. Megan and I will get started on some while we wait for the coroner to get in touch with us about our vic." Conner sent a message on his phone quickly and then pulled out two pure white, pristine lab coats; one was embroidered with 'Megan' and the one other with 'Conner' on the left breast pocket.

"Thanks guys," Wally smiled at the couple with a tired expression but the upturned lips were genuine. "You really don't know how much easier it is to have other people start working on their evidence."

As if one cue, a knock on the lab door sounded, Conner smiled and took the box com raining their samples from Tim. He was Dick younger adopted brother, helping out in the lab from time to time to get experience behind the scenes before he started his biology and chemistry courses in college to get him in a better position. For now, he delivered samples, analysis sheets and messages to those who needed them. Dick smiled fondly at his second youngest brother before Tim had walked back to the elevator where he would be catching a ride back down to the evidence look up.

"I hope there will be a hit in the system if the coroner can't get the vic's ID," Megan mumbled, a trait she had picked up from Conner. He had still heard her, though, he had his father's sensitive hearing.

"We'll find out who he is, don't worry." Conner half kissed and half bit her earlobe, then moved to work on a power sample he had found on a table and hoped (though usually they were dashed) it was some kind of cleaning product used to clean up one of the bloodstains he had found that was rubbed into the carpet.

Megan knew he had always hoped drugs weren't involved, too many people had been involved with that stuff that was now so deadly and scary (especially the artificial stuff that was being marketed at local clubs and even through schools and once legit business organisations). Conner said a few people he knew as a kid had already been found dead in apartments like the one they had just been investigating at, for O.D. cases on any and pretty every drug there was available.

Half an hour later, a frustrated Conner slammed his palm down onto the bench he was analysing the sample at. Megan widened her eyes in shock and realisation that she knew what Conner had found, and almost as quickly as she had looked up, she had felt like she floated over to his bench across the room to have one hand hold his shoulder and the other cup his strong jaw line on one side. His eyes looked defeated and saddened.

"Cocaine was on the table," he said in a soft voice. Conner had a particular way of showing his frustration since Megan arrived in his life, he used to lash out, very violently, but he then only hit surfaces that couldn't feel anything, and always spoke in a broken voice when angry around Megan.

It was one quality he loved she had changed about him in the three years they had been together. University had been the best thing he had done, and Megan transferring to Metropolis in her final year of studying had made it better when he had worked up the courage to ask her out. Well, Dick had asked her out for him; Conner ran off to hide behind the corner of a nearby building while Dick confessed for Conner's behalf. The tiny smile was the only indication Conner had that day that knew he had some kind of chance after he chickened out. She loved him for his flaws, faults and his best qualities.

"We won't know the victim had it in their system until one of the doctors tells us." Conner laid his head on Megan's shoulder, her phone vibrated in her back pocket of her jeans, but the couple could hear the noise too. Everyone seemed to be hitting their cues as if some kind of dance routine was happening.

"Speaking of Docs, Oliver wants us down in the morgue." She shoved her phone back into her pocket and immediately missed where Conner's head had been on her shoulder once he straightened up.

Oliver had ditched his playboy lifestyle quickly when Roy Harper, a young man who had once struggled with a heroin addiction, entered his life. It didn't take much for Oliver's money and resources to land him a spot in being a personal doctor for the Starling City PD (he hadn't told many people that he had obtained a Doctorate with human practises until he joined with the police as a job, despite his wealth already exceeding that of what an average person could earn in their entire working lifetime). He transferred along with Roy to Metropolis.

The elevator ride was silent, but Conner knew exactly what Megan was thinking, and she knew that he knew she was assuring him everything was going to be okay. For them, anyway. The couldn't be said for the young man, who now looked to be in his late teens to twenty at the most, lying on the cold metal table in front of Oliver, covered in a sheet from his mid abdomen to his ankles.

"Hey, Ollie," Megan greeted their Doctor for the case quietly as she felt her hand fly for Conner's when seeing the man in front of them. "What have you got for us?"

"I've got good news, and then it gets worse from there." It was his idea of humour, that sordid, sadistic sense of humour that he shared with his prodigal son. Megan didn't really want to hear it at that moment. "The Cause of Death* was a cocaine overdose."

Oliver handed Conner a sheet of paper with a copy of the tox panel and autopsy report for him to use in their files at the end of the case.

"The bad news starts with no ID on the victim, and I'm guessing you guys wouldn't have had any luck with a search in our system. He's got no record, I checked with Diana already when she ran his prints through the system. It gets worse with blistering and bleeding on the inside of his nose, but it wasn't how he O.D'ed I'm afraid, injection marks were found on his right wrist, an artery in his neck and one to the chest, piercing his heart. For someone to get this close, and for the victim to not have any epithelial cells, you'd have to assume the victim knew the perp.

"He died around six hours ago too, so that should help you narrow any details down." Megan noted that that left around an hour for the man who had called 911 to be unaccounted for. He said he heard shouting right away as his apartment was right next door and the walls were paper thin and called it in. He never mentioned that when the vic died he took an entire hour to call the police to notify of the body in the otherwise empty room. Thank God Conner was through with his note taking.

"You're saying that while he was drugged up and high, someone finished him off?" Conner asked slowly as he read the notes on the paper, Oliver nodded in response. "Someone really wanted him dead."

"Wally dropped by a couple of minutes ago, he mentioned that there was a woman who was looking to go up to that same apartment he was found in, the officers that were there stopped her, but not before she got a swing that connected with Todd's face. She being detained in a holding cell so Wally wants you to interview her." Oliver shut his mouth for a moment and shook his head. "Poor kid, he's got a busy week ahead."

"Thanks for the help, Oliver." Megan concluded as Conner nodded once to the wealthy doctor, his way of saying a goodbye without grunting, and Megan whispered a quiet bye to him to signal their leaving.

Conner's smirk went right through Megan, filling her with much needed confidence. She never forgot the first time he smirked like that to her, following up with the words, "Your time to shine, beautiful!"

A.N. First of all, this idea sprang into my head and I didn't know it would lead me to this. This chapter just kind of wrote itself. I will make it clear that pretty much all of the Justice League will be in this (while writing this, I just wondered about Shazam, and promptly decided he will be his 13 year old self, which I will try to have him not be in too much trouble).

I did wonder in this chapter if I would have Jason Todd be in this and toward the end I decided he would be, just not too much. Bruce Wayne helps out with Gotham and Metropolis PD stations and his adopted children and son Damian (who is a super intelligent 12 year old in this story and will make brief appearances to help his older brothers) in a strictly legal sense (no Batman dress up here, I'm afraid).

Diana would work on the police side of things (organising crime scenes to be blocked off, warrants and stuff like that since CSIs can't actually organise that stuff themselves. Clark does work for the Daily Planet, but due to his connections (Bruce being the biggest one) he did help land Conner into the experience he has in this story. Victor will be in the electronics side of things (security cameras, video tapes, audio files, encrypted data and cars).

Barry Allen I kept in his role outside of being a Superhero, being the director of the Central City PD (but for this story, since it takes place in Metropolis, it's the MPD. I haven't figure how to get Hal in yet, but I'll find a way.

There will be different cases with different heroes from Young Justice, I have already considered my next case after this to be Wally and Dick working together on a case. I will also like possible suggestions on what scenarios for crimes can be done (the victims can be alive or deceased) and suspect motives and maybe even a little bit of evidence clues. Never know when one stray fingerprint can lead to you the guilty party when the evidence builds up.

Also, the victims will most likely be made up by me, and any suspects/guilty party members will also be made up by me unless I choose otherwise. This is easier for me to handle and that way there would be people scratching their heads in trying to think about why I prosy villains in certain ways (I would be too, that's another reason).

I am also pointing out that due to the complexity of how drugs can affect people, I am actually doing research into these different drugs as I go and how dangerous they are. No main character will use drugs in this story, but as with Roy and the deaths of the victims and use of other people, they will be heavily implied that there have been previous use or current usage. This is being used in the author's note so that I don't get angry people coming to me to say there is drug use in this story I shouldn't being writing this.

In no way do I condone drug usage of any kind (I don't even condone the use of medicinal marijuana, but that's my opinion since I know it won't cure every kind of illness but it can cure some) and I need to say this too (and I'm sorry guys but I don't want people messaging me about views on the subject on medicinal drugs, people have different views and I get it). Due to media reporting about new scary and synthetic drugs that seem to pop up everywhere, now seems like the right time to research these new drugs to find out the awful side affects and make people aware of the dangers. Scary stuff out there, and I hope that people start waking up and realising how bad this is all getting (they never had this synthetic crap years ago and now it's worse than even four days into the new year).

So after a long ass A.N. welcome to the New Year, it's 2016, lets make this a great year. I would like to apologise for not writing anything, I'm sick in bed right now, and since the 15th of December last year (feels weird to say that) I have had no internet. I'm au tally writing this on the 3rd but due to not Internet, it'll be up on the 4th (remember, this is in the Australian time zone).

I'll try to get this and more stories done, while I job search and get more settled in (I also have a brand new computer so YouTube will be up and going on my channel once I get everything set up on my computer (no internet for three weeks is a real hinderance on a person).

*Cause of Death will be most likely abbreviated to C.O.D for short, this is a small note for future reference.