Wrongly Accused

Pavel Chekov was fast asleep in his hotel room, the windows covered and the A/C running full blast. He had at least three blankets wrapped around his shoulders, and he had a slight bit of drool running down his cheek.

In the room across the hall, Hikaru Sulu sat in a chair, a book in his hands and a cup of freshly brewed tea beside him on the arm rest.

It had been far months since they last had a shore leave, and they vowed to enjoy their time on the planet. Sulu checked the time on his watch, and sighed as he quickly drained the hot liquid. It was awfully late, and he and his friend had a whole day of fun planned out.

He switched the lights off and climbed into his bed.

They both slept peacefully that night.

On the other side of the city, a man jumped out from behind the shadows, his face still obscured by the darkness cast by his hood. He approached an older man walking his dog, the lethal glint of his knife shining in the darkness.

The man dropped to the ground faster than he had anticipated, and the growing pool of blood made him giddy with anticipation of what would happen next.

Dipping his fingers in to the blood on the concrete the man spelled out a name and number on his victems chest.

When police found the dead man, they saw, written in the man's own blood, the name Pavel A. Chekov, and the code 9-5-V-V-2.

Sulu awoke to the stomping of boots outside his door, and the strangled cry of his best friend. He jumped out of bed and swung the door open, surprised to find the hallway filled with police officers, and the terrified face of Pavel as he was led away in handcuffs.

"Hikaru! I do not understand!" He called, and the officer next to him looked to Sulu.

"What the hell is going on? Where are you taking him?" He demanded.

"That's confidential sir. You need to go back to your room." One said, pointing to the room he just stormed from.

"Pavel! Don't Tell them anything! You're a minor, they can't do anything to you without a lawyer!" He called, watching his friends wide eyes as he nodded in acknowledgement. He was taken down the hall, an they eventually disappeared in the elevator.

Twenty minutes later, a fully dressed and extremely pissed Hikaru Sulu walked into the busy police station, his brown eyes hardened in fury. He had chosen to wear his official officer uniform, it made him look more powerful and intemidating. He went to the front desk and angrily tapped the service bell.

The woman sitting at the desk looked up, annoyed at first, but then shocked after taking in the finely pressed and highly decorated uniform of a Starfleet pilot.

"Can I help you?" She asked, coughing a little to clear her throat.

"My friend was wrongly arrested, I'm here to get him." He answered. He hoped it had been a simple mix up. There was no way his best friend could have committed a crime so bad enough that many cops had to arrest him.

"What's their name?"

"Pavel A. Chekov. He's only seventeen." He answered, watching as she typed in the information.

"There was no mistake sir, he was arrested this morning as a suspect for a murder case." She replied. She pretended not to notice the way he seemed to get even angrier.

"Is there a higher up I can speak to please?"

She directed him to the police chief's office, and he knocked a lot more harder than he planned on, but it didn't matter. His friend was probably terrified.

Pavel was most definitely terrified. He awoke to his door being slammed open, and three huge men grabbing him and handcuffing him before he could even process what was happening.

Trusting in his best friends advice, the seventeen year old kept his mouth shut, not speaking a word the entire ride to the station, and not once when they put him in a room with nothing but two chairs and a table.

His handcuffs were removed, and his hands were instead cuffed to the table, he was just glad it had a chain to let him move his arms a bit.

After ten minutes of waiting, a cop walked in and set a file on the table. "Do you know why you're here, Mr. Chekov?"

Pavel shook his head, his greenish eyes boring into the cops brown ones. "A man was killed last night. Your information as found at the scene. You care to tell me how your name and personal ID number were written on the dead man's chest in blood?"

Pavel scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, his pale skin flushing. "Nyet..." He muttered.

The cop was about to ask another question when the door opened. Another officer stuck his head in and called the man out. Sulu appeared at the door. He was wearing uniform, and had his hat gripped in his hand.

Sulu entered and sat down in the cops vacated seat. "What have they told you?" He said lowly, his voice carrying. Chekov reconized his tone.

It was the one he used when something was wrong.

"They think I killed a man." He said, his voice equally as quiet. He didn't believe that these people thought he did it.

"Did they tell you what evidence they had?"

"Just that my information was on the scene... Hikaru what am I going to do? They think I did it!"

Sulu was taken aback by the amount of fear in his friends voice. His hair was still wild and unbrushed, and he still wore his thin pajamas. His feat were bare. He was shivering from more than just fear. It made his blood boil.

"Have they offered you anything to eat or drink? Or any shoes?"

"No, they just showed up and started questioning me." Pavel rubbed his eyes with his hands, and sighed.

Sulu sat up, his face probably red in anger. He didn't care anymore. He knocked on the mirrored wall to his right. He heard Chekov jump slightly at the noise.

"You questioned a minor without a lawyer or guardian present. Not to mention he doesn't even have shoes!" He said loudly.

The cops on the other side heard his unspoken threat and soon the chief appeared in the doorway. "A man died, Lieutenant. We're doing what needs to be done."

"Look at him! He's seventeen. As his current guardian and lawyer I insist you tell me the reason he's here without any shoes, at five in the morning. And don't give me the claim about his name. That's completely circumstancal."

Pavel had never seen Sulu this angry. He tried not to think about the fact that he proclaimed himself his lawyer. Or his guardian. Sure, he couldn't 'leave' the ship without an adult, but no one had called themselves his guardian...

"We can move him to a better area, but I'm afraid he's going to have to stay here." The man said. Sulu agreed, and soon Pavel was out the cuffs, an sitting in a carpeted office like area.

His friend sat next to him, his leg bouncing with nervous energy. Suddenly there was a commotion in the main plaza. They heard the voice of their captain through the thin walls, and he was not happy.

To be continued!