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The entire crew was gathered in the Shuttle Bay. Roberts had been well known and almost liked all around. He could rub some people the wrong way though. Phlox was scanning the faces. He had few opportunities to study human grief. He wasn't happy for the man's death, but it gave an interesting perspective on humans. His eyes landed on Trip's face. The engineer looked perturbed, and his eyes were red. The two had been friends. The Captain's face was impassive as he gave a speech about Roberts, and how much he meant to the crew. Phlox's eyes passed over the Vulcan. He knew she would be showing little emotion. They landed on Lieutenant Reed's face. For the first time since he had known the man, he looked genuinely shaken. It was understandable however. It had been four days, and little progress had been made. Lieutenant Archer had talked with almost half the crew. Phlox himself had been kept busy with the autopsy, and talking with crew members. They had started coming into Sick Bay to talk with him. He had somehow been appointed the unofficial grief counselor of the ship. His eyes landed on Lieutenant Archer's face. Next to the Vulcan, she had been the calmest about this. Being a Doctor, Phlox had seen some pretty nasty things, but the sight of Roberts's face had made his stomach churn. The Armory officer had lost his lunch when he walking into Sick Bay at the beginning of the autopsy, but Lieutenant Archer hadn't batted an eye. She had walked smoothly past Malcolm and surveyed Roberts. For a split second, Phlox had wondered if she had done it, but he had seen the revulsion in her pale gray eyes. When she saw him watching her, a shutter of sorts had slammed down over her eyes. Besides, she just didn't have the brute strength to have done this.

"Now we say our final good-byes." Jon finished as Roberts's body was launched out into space. Lieutenant Archer was the first to move, walking mechanically out the door. Phlox had heard the crew talking about her strange behavior. She had been acting like a robot, they said, but Phlox knew better. After serving for years in the exchange program, he had seen humans like that before. Their emotions were expressed in the movements, and their eyes.

Kelly sat in the mess hall, drinking her hot chocolate and frowned at her data pad. Malcolm was supposed to have met her for lunch and hour ago. She got to her feet and went to find Trip. Not surprisingly, she found him in engineering.

"Trip, have you seen Malcolm?" She asked. Trip shook his head.

"No, why?"

She shrugged. "He was supposed to meet me for lunch an hour ago." She said. "And he's not in the armory, or on the bridge." Trip frowned, jumping down the last couple steps.

"It's not like him to be even a minute late." He said. "Much less an hour. I'll ask the Cap'n." Kelly nodded, chewing on her lip. "I'm sure he's fine." He said. Kelly nodded absently, turning and heading out of engineering. Trip shook his head. She had that thoughtful look. She had just thought of something, and usually that look lead to her getting into trouble.

Kelly walked into the armory to find Ensign Bower making some modifications to a computer bank. "Ensign." She said. Bower jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Sorry sir." She said. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Understandable." She said. "I apologize, but I forgot to make a note of where you were on Wednesday night?" Bower shrugged.

"In my quarters." She said. "Why?"

"Alone?"

"Yes. What's with all these questions Lieutenant? I thought that you established that a woman was incapable of beating Roberts that badly."

"Unassisted, yes. With the help of weighted sparring gloves found, it is possible." Bower's face darkened.

"Are you accusing me of something Lieutenant?" Bower's voice was low and dangerous.

"No I'm not Ensign." Kelly said. "I was asking where you were."

"I told you. In my quarters, alone. Why don't you ask Lieutenant Reed. He and Roberts were arguing that evening." Kelly shook her head.

"Because the Doctor established that Roberts was killed around 0100 hours. Lieutenant Reed has an alibi for an hour before and after the incident." She said. Bower's eyes narrowed.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

Kelly's icy eyes met Bower's, and she saw fear. She also saw the phase pistol in Bower's hand that was now pointing at her chest. Bower fired.