Omega Lab

Playing Detective

Chapter 10 Playing Detective

Clove scented smoke rose up through the tense air. "Who do you think sent it?" Kira leaned against the desk and passed the lighter to Bashir.  She protested as Cash plucked the cigarettes out of their hands and flinched as the omega glared at her.

"There is no smoking in the building," he nagged. He then handed Kevin a hot mug of tea.

"Thank you," he took a sip and sighed. "I have no clue."

Bashir sucked his teeth. "Who threatens clone lab rats?" He lit another cigarette and quickly passed it to Kira. "Seriously. We're the least desirable of all the doctors and researchers around."

Peter struck a sexy pose. "Speak for yourself."

"Peter, I'm serious," Bashir snapped.  There was a time and place for jokes.  This most certainly was not one of them.

Peter ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed. He was just as nervous and upset as the rest if not more so.  But Bashir was right.  "I know. My apologies."

Cash and Kira exchanged surprised glances then Cash walked over and took the other cigarette and crushed it in his palm.

Bashir wondered aloud. "A lover?"

Kevin glanced at Peter then quickly looked away. "No."

"Ex lover?" Kira asked.

His ears turned red. "Th-there's no such person."

Peter threw his hands in the air. "Pissed off student?"

Everyone turned and glared at him.

"It's possible.  I've had a few.  Don't give them the grade they want from their lecture and then they're egging your car." He held his hand out to Bashir.  "Give me a smoke."

"You don't smoke, Dr. Esson," Cash pointed out.  He was ready to throttle the next person that lit up inside the lab.

"I do today!" he snapped.

Bashir's eyes narrowed. Peter wasn't one to lose his temper no matter how much of a narcissistic jerk he was.  He handed him a smoke and his lighter.  This must be bad.  "What's wrong with you?"

Peter lit the cigarette and began pacing. "Someone threatened my lover. I can't get mad?"

Kira and Cash looked over in surprise.

Kevin turned beet red. "Peter!"

"Dr. Esson-"

Peter waved his hand angrily ans his searing blue eyes met Kevin's chocolate browns. "I'm tired of hiding it, Kev. You're mine." He puffed angrily. "Tormenting of the clone lab personnel is my job," he poked Kevin the middle of his chest.  

Everyone was speechless. Smoke rose furiously into the air as Peter inhaled the cigarette.

"He sounds like an overprotective brother," Kira whispered nudging Bashir.

Peter took a deep breath, snuffed out the cigarette, and walked off. "I'll call security."

Bashir rubbed his chin and gave Kevin a hard stare.

Kevin could feel Bashir's eyes burning a hole in him and kept his eyes down. He's way too astute. Did Peter just expose something he shouldn't have?

Bashir leaned back in his chair. "It seems Dr. Watanabe has been keeping secrets and it involves Dr. Esson," he teased trying to alleviate the tension.