I was going to just continue this in 387 but my muse argued with me and So yep... another story. BnB readers don't get mad at me, I am woring on chapter 19... Cassie and Barricade are currently arguing about bondage and whatnot and I'm trying to reign them in so that I can keep the T rating... Trust me they aren't cooperating...

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.

Word count is in at 1625

Isty Bity Warning: Dr. Onri Fleur is a bit of a potty mouth... So Language...

Chapter 1

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~Bay~

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"I'm not sure this is such a great idea..." Bay muttered from over her coffee.

"Please Aunt Bay? Pretty please? They said they're going to the lake and I figured you could use some sun..."

"I hope you aren't hinting that I'm a vampire again." she glared at her somewhat ecstatic nephew.

"Nope! But you haven't really gotten out and do anything since we came home and besides, school starts next week and I haven't got to do anything fun..."

Bay sighed and took another sip of her coffee.

"Come on ya know it'll be fun." Jazz's deep voice whispered next to her ear, startling her and causing her to eject the hot coffee as she choked on it. Bay sputtered and glare at the dark skinned holoform smirking at her. Jazz chuckled before he continued on, "'Sides, Mikaela really wants ta see ya. Her and her sire."

Bay sighed and looked away from Jazz. That was probably the last thing she wanted to do... Johnathan 'Rho' Banes was the last person she wanted to see... Most likely because she knew that there was a surefire, one-way ticket to ruin the day...

"Please Bay? I'll Clean the gutters and the basement if we get to go!"

Bay sighed. "Fine go get your stuff together."

"YES!" Eight cheered as he ran out of the room.

"Don't forget your sunscreen!" Bay sighed as she folded up the newspaper.

"Cheer up lil lady it'll be fun." Jazz chuckled as he followed the boy.

I doubt that...

Flashback

It had been a job for her. Work her way in through the illegal street races, find the ones stealing the cars, earn their trust, find the buyers...

She had nearly skinned Basil alive when she had discovered her nephew in the racing circuit. As it was she had forced him off the road in one of the races, trashing his supped up mustang, and putting him into the hospital...

Rho and Eta had been her initial contacts, and she had been shocked to learn that Rho had a little daughter that trailed behind him like a duckling. She had tried her hardest to convince Rho to get out of the business. Hell the night of the arrest she had warned him to just go home. That he needed to get out of there for Mikaela's sake at least... He hadn't listened...

As the police began to surround the warehouse he sent the girl to run... and when it came to their own takedown.. the look of betrayal that he held when the officers gave their thanks and cooperation was enough to know that he would never forgive her...

The phone ringing brought her out of her drifting memories. She frowned and answered the it. "Hello?"

"Finally! Do you realize how many Baxter's I've called woman?"

Bay blinked at the phone for several seconds before cautiously saying, "Onri?"

"Who else would be searching for you?"

Jazz and Eight reappeared laden down with beach stuff. "I would ask how you got this number but I'll just take a wild guess and say that you just opened a phone book."

"Look I know you're a couple hours away but I need your help Bay."

"Onri I'm sorry but-" despite knowing he couldn't see her, Bay shook her head as soon as Eight bolted out of the house. Jazz was watching her with a curious gaze.

"Look I need you to get here as soon as possible before it's too late. I'm not taking no for an answer so get your ass to my morgue ASAP. Speed if you must." The line went dead...

Jazz raised a brow as she sighed. "Everythin' okay?"

"I'm... not sure. That was one of my old contacts... I've a nasty feeling he's got a case for me... But I can't do it..."

"He wants to see ya now."

Bay sighed.

"Ah could take Eight out ta da picnic if ya need ta go. And Ah can apologize to Miks and her sire for ya."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Catch ya later Bay."

"Thanks Jazz."

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So an hour long drive later and she was here in the lower levels of the hospital heading for the morgue. Bay sighed as she made her way down through the bowels of Mission City Memorial. It had been several months since she had last been here. Something must have interested Onri to have prompted him to call her... Either that or he was shaken pretty badly by something gruesome... whatever it was it couldn't spoken over the phone judging by his tone... It had made her nervous... especially since he had called her... She really hoped it was just the first, and not the second...

She knocked on the door.

A harried looking man's head poked out of the door. "Yes? What do you want?"

"Um... I'm looking for Dr. Fluer?"

"He's bus- Ow!" the young man cried as a clipboard came down on his head. The door opened wide to reveal Onri standing behind the kid glaring.

"Interns. Absolutely useless." Onri said with a grin. "Come on in Baxter. Don't mind the kid, I'm still training him."

"I can see you're still terrorizing them." Bay mused as she followed him to his office in the back of the room. Bay's gaze widened as her eyes fell on the person waiting in there. Her friend lieutenant Daryl Carson was sitting in one of Onri's plushier chairs. The look on his face was anything but happy... he was tense as he sat there tapping his finger impatiently.

"Hey Carson long time no see."

"I see you're doing well." the black man said returning her smile with a weary one of his own. "I'm sorry to have not called under better circumstances."

Bay scoffed. Since when have you not called me when it was for work?"

"When it was actually considered work. Everything the two of us are about to disclose with you is off the books confidential. In fact we have to make this quick because I don't know how much time we have before the feds show up to bury this under wraps."

"That serious huh?"

"Indeed." Onri said as he laid a folder in front of her. "There is something seriously going on here and we suspect that it has something with the terrorist attack. Now I know that this is going to sound fucking insane and trust me, both of us have been thinking that we were crazy... but I've been talking with several other morticians around the state and these are just a small compilation that the were able to leak to me before they were... coerced into silence."

"Okay..." Bay blinked.

"Bay, out of the 1496 people injured in the incident only 387 survived... And something is slowly either making them disappear or die."

Bay opened the folder and was flipping through the reports viewing the pictures of burned and lacerated flesh. Chest cavities completely singed beyond all comparison. She kept flipping through the pages,

"Most of the ones that we've actually found before the feds moved in had died of one of three things. Massive electrocution centralized and originating from their hearts, a poisoning of the blood that I have never seen, and complete systems failure from a unknown mass slowly developing in their craniums. The last page is the most current of the victims, who unfortunately was torn to shreds."

Bay frowned as she flipped through the pages before she froze her eyes widening as they landed on the last page... "...what...?"

"The victim was complaining of head pain that had persisted for over a a three week period. The attending doctor had ordered a MRI after the CT scans came up inconclusive. As you can see it completely ripped the victim's... skeleton from her body... She bled out."

"Doc Flowerpower we've got incoming!" the intern poked his head into the office.

"You've got to go."

Bay snapped the file closed and shoved it into her jacket. She then promptly turned on the water works. Carson nodded as he led her out of the office and past the suits that were filing into the morgue.

"He was too young to die..." She wailed. The suits eyed her as Carson flashed his badge.

"Id." he hissed when one of them stepped towards them. The suit nodded in sympathy and let them escape.

As soon as they were in the elevator alone Carson breathed a sigh of relief. "Look... I know that you don't normally look into shit like this... But that last victim... It was Danielle."

"Your sister?" she blinked.

"We were all down there in that shit... I know that they say that the attack was nothing but something just tells me that there was more to it than they are telling us..."

Bay bit her lip. She knew the truth but she just couldn't tell him... "Daryl.."

"Onri managed to get the medical files from that week for you as well." Daryl held up a memory drive. "I think whatever is happening is some after effect of a biological weapon or other.. I need to find the cause and the connection to the victims that have died and those that are alive..." Carson winced as he rubbed his temples.

"Carson?"

"Just do me that favor please.."

"You're sick too aren't you?"

A sad smile graced his lips as the doors opened. More suits filed in while they squeezed their way out.