Hollywood Homicide X Stargate

"What've we got?" asked an aged cop as he approached another. Police bustled everywhere in the dark confines of a Hollywood back alley between two five-story brick buildings.

As a younger man fell into step behind the new arrival, the ploiceman answered, "Well, Joe, about an hour ago, someone trying to turn around here noticed a motionless body. This man," he continued, indicating the dark-skinned body on the ground, "was shot twice in the chest, and it looks like someone cut his gut a couple times, too."

"No blood," Joe Gavilan noted, studying the victum in the poor lighting. "H wasn't cut."

The other man shook his head, leading his superior in kneeling down for a closer look. "Are you sure?"

Gavilan frowned. Sure enough, two large slits in the shape of an X were plainly visible through matching slits in the man's shirt. As he had noticed before, though, not one drop of blood hovered around that particular wound. "That cut isn't new. This shirt was made to match it." He slid his hands into a pair of latex gloves, then carefully probed the wound. His fingers accidentally slipped into the dead man's body, and he jerked his hand away. Then he noticed something more peculiar: though his gloves had some sort of flied on them, it wasn't blood. "Have this analyzed," he ordered, jerking the gloves off and handing them to the plkiceman. "And bring me a cheeseburger. Well done. Raw onion, pickle, catsup. Nothing else."

While his partner examined the victum, the younger man, KC Calden, looked around the scene. There wasn't much to see. Any footprints that might have been in the mud were surely buried under the many belonging to the police force. He squatted, trying to find something more. All he saw was a dropped penny back at the sidewalk. He decided that it was something more than nothing, so he carefully placed it in a glorified ziploc bag with tweezers.

Maybe the body would show more.

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"He what ?" the colonel exclaimed, staring in disbelief. "How does anyone lose a Jaffa?"

General Hammon, only marginally calmer, replied, "I don't know, Jack, but you're going to find out. I want SG-1 to find him and bring him back. We can't have one of Anubis's Jaffa touring Earth, and we can't have anyone start asking questions."

O'Neill nodded. "Yes, sir." With that, he left the general's office to get started.

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KC shook his head. "I'm not covering the autopsy this time," he insisted.

Joe rolled his eyes. "C'mon, he's dead. Didn't you ever have to dissect stuff in high school biology?"

"My partner did it all," he explained, avoiding actually looked at his current partner. "I couldn't watch."

"Look, we'll go together," Gavilan decided. "The victum's our only clue for now. Be nice to have your sharp eyes in there."

KC sighed. "Fine. Let's go."

The two stepped out of Joe's car and headed into the morgue. Once inside, they found the victum's body.