Whoo-hoo! Finally, it's Spring Break! I haven't gone anywhere, so here's my week's work. Well, not really. I've really been practicing piano, reading, and spending time with my family mostly. And if you care, my newest read is called, Leave the Cooking to Me. It's pretty good so far. Maybe you'd like it. And guess what? My bookmark has Worf on it! Awesome, huh? JK! But with all my reading, I have to get some writing in too, huh? Hope you love the new chappie!

Chapter Six: This is Impossible

Dax

Commander Sisko made his way up the steps to his office with Dax obediently trailing behind. Dax, being one of the five on the station who knew whose blood was on the walls, was anxious to tell someone else. Although the results were rather upsetting, she kept her composure.

Sisko seated himself behind his desk and grabbed the old baseball on his desk. While tossing it in the air, Dax took a seat across from him. "All five of us do not see how these results are correct, but we double-checked, triple-checked, even! They are accurate." Dax slid the padd across her toward Sisko, who stopped throwing his baseball for a moment to pick it up. His usually nonchalant attitude was momentarily disrupted as he read through the test results.

"But this is impossible," Sisko stated. "He wasn't even on the station. How could this be?"

"I don't have that answer, Benjamin," Dax admitted, "but as I said, this is absolutely correct."

Sisko glanced back down at the padd. He shook his head and repeated, "This is impossible. How in the world could Gul Dukat's blood be on the station if Gul Dukat himself wasn't on the station?"

Dax didn't have an answer.

Odo

In his office, Odo diligently studied all of the information and explored possibilities in his mind. The morning quickly passed and as twelve hundred hours rolled by, Odo received the blood results. Attached to the results was one sentence: "What do you make of this?"

Odo didn't know what to make of this! Gul Dukat?! How did he manage to get on the station without Odo's knowing? Where was he now? Was he still on the station? What was his role in this mystery: villain or victim? Would he admit to knowing anything about it? These questions and more swam in the constable's mind as he got back to work.

Odo was instantly at the crime scene: Garak's shop. He took a security team with him and set everyone to work on another thorough investigation. After Odo was satisfied with the productiveness of his team, he decided to visit the Infirmary. Of course, he was thrilled to find Garak awake.

Bashir

Doctor Bashir had begun his examinations early in the day. Garak cooperated well enough while still trying to persuade the doctor that he was just fine. When he had nearly completed all his tests, Bashir tended to Kira again. He gave her another dose of his carefully prescribed medication to keep her mind active while she was out.

Between tests, Garak would ask about what had been happening on the station during his time in the Infirmary. Bashir didn't really have much information for him, but he provided answers to the best of his ability. He had missed his friend a considerable amount, even though he wasn't the greatest or most truthful person he knew.

When Odo came by, Doctor Bashir was grateful for his company. "Ah, Constable," Bashir greeted him. "What brings you here?"

"I've come to check on your patients, Doctor," Odo explained.

"Well, they're right in here," Bashir said, leading the way into the Infirmary. "Garak has regained consciousness. I forgot to notify you."

"That's quite all right," Odo assured him. "Would it be all right if I asked him a few questions?"

"I suppose. . ." Bashir's voice trailed off. The two entered the room where the patients were lying.

"Constable!" Garak cried. "How good of you to drop by!" Bashir left to take care of another patient.

"It seems, Garak," Odo began, "that there was a little trouble in your shop."

"Ah," Garak said, nodding. "The good doctor has filled me in on the state of my humble store. Tell me, how could that possibly happen? I assume you, of all people, would know."

"Why, I'm not sure," Odo admitted. "I was hoping you could tell me. You were there."

Garak averted his eyes from Odo's. "Was I? I don't recall. . . ."

"You were," Odo stated. "I found you there."

Garak seemed lost in thought. "I assure you, Constable, I do not remember anything out of the ordinary. I just simply woke up here!"

"Uh-huh," Odo said doubtfully. "And Gul Dukat had nothing to do with it?"

Garak looked up again. "Dukat? What's he got to do with anything?" Odo debated whether to tell Garak that Dukat's blood had been found in his shop. Perhaps that wouldn't be wise, but. . .

"Gul Dukat's blood was strewn across the walls of your so-called 'humble store'," Odo informed him. Garak looked down once more. "Now, I wonder why and how that would be."

"Constable, if you want answers, I'm afraid I am the wrong person to ask," Garak replied. "I simply do not recall any of this happening."

"Sure," Odo said, still disbelieving. "We will speak again." Then Odo walked over to Kira's bed and asked, "How is she, Doctor?"

Bashir looked up. "Hmm? Oh, yes, well. . . she's. . . better, that's for sure. She's recovering much more quickly than I would have thought. However, I can't say for sure when she'll be back on her feet."

Odo nodded gravely and said, "Thank you, Doctor. That will be all." And he left.

Hey! I'm finishing this chapter at my grandma's house, and I think I'll post it before I leave. Please review, peoples. I really do like getting new reviews! I get bored reading the old ones over and over, but I appreciate them. Bellatrix Dax has stuck with me this whole time AND reviewed, so big round of applause for her! Anyway, thank you to Bellatrix Dax and PLEASE review!