A/n: Hey guys! It's KyoshiWarrior1997. This is my first Rebel's story, so I hope you enjoy it! More characters will appear in future chapters. Also I'm a huge CSI fan so you'll see some forensic terms I have learnt while watching CSI. I don't own Star Wars Rebels

Chapter 1: A new beginning

1996

A man in his early-twenties was sitting outside the office of the Chief of station 12th; he had turquoise eyes and short brown hair. His name was Kanan Jarrus and he had been only in New York City for two days and was looking forward to work with one of the best Police Departments in the country. He still remembered what his adoptive mother and mentor, Depa Billaba, said to him…

Four months ago…

"There's my police officer." Depa said.

"Mom." Kanan said and blushed slightly.

"You know I'm joking Kanan, I'm very proud of you." Depa said.

"As a mentor?" He asked.

She smiled softly. "As a mentor and as a mother too."

"Thanks mom, it means everything for me." He said.

"Do you know where are you going to work?" Depa asked.

"Yeah, I asked for a transfer to New York." Kanan answered.

"A very good place. Keep with the good work." She said smiling softly.

"Kanan Jarrus?" A voice asked.

"It's me." Kanan answered getting up.

"Come in, Chief Riker is waiting for you." The man said.

Kanan followed the man and sat in front of a man in his mid-fifties; he had graying hair and dark brown eyes. "I'm Chief Riker from the 12th precinct." He said. "And this is my right hand, detective Kallus." Riker said pointing at a man in his mid-twenties with blond hair and big sideburns. "Let's check your file, son."

Name: Kanan Caleb Jarrus.

Birth Date: 20 of November, 1975.

Place of birth: Detroit, Michigan.

Riker stopped reading Kanan's file and looked up to him. "Tell me son, why do you want to work in the New York Police Department?" He asked.

"Because I want to help people." Kanan answered.

"Here in your file says you were adopted." Riker said.

Kanan took a deep breath. "Yes, my mom died when I was five and I never met my father; the police never found my mother's killer." He said. "I want to make justice and provide answers for those who seek them."

Riker stared at him for a few seconds. "Well then, welcome to the NYPD, officer Jarrus." He said shaking hands with Kanan.

The next day, Kanan arrived early at the station and met his new companion, Officer Garrazeb Orrelios. "Hello, are you officer Orrelios?" Kanan asked. A tall man in his late twenties with sandy hair and green eyes looked up from his newspaper.

"Yeah, you must be the newbie, Kanan right?" Zeb asked with an australian accent.

"Yes." Kanan said shaking hands with Zeb.

"Well, welcome to the NYPD. " Zeb said.

Two years later, Kanan was doing well in New York, he and Zeb had become best friends and both were promoted to detectives. And since becoming a detective, Kanan had grown his hair a little bit. He never knew his life would take a new turn…

September 10, 1998

Kanan and Zeb were filling some files when Riker called them to his office. Both officers got up and went to Riker's office. "Why do you think he's calling us?" Zeb asked.

"I don't know." Kanan answered.

Zeb knocked and they entered in Riker's office. "Uh...you wanted to see us, chief?" Zeb asked.

"Here, I have a case for you." Riker said and gave them a folder. "Some neighbors called to 911, they heard gun shots." He said and gave Zeb a paper with the address. The two detectives left the office and rushed to the scene; fifteen minutes later, they arrived at an apartment building in the 23th street, they got out from the patrol and went to apartment 11a.

"NYPD, open up!" Zeb yelled knocking the door. When the door didn't open, Zeb looked at Kanan and he nodded in return, both men grabbed their guns and Zeb kicked the door and they went in. At first, they didn't find anything, but when they went to check the kitchen; they gasped at the sight that greeted them.

There were two bodies, one of a woman in her mid-twenties and the other was a man in his late twenties; both had black hair, except that the man's hair had hints of blue, but what really caught their attention was the scene. It was like the ones you see in a horror movie but this time it was real. "I'm calling the CSI's." Zeb said and left the apartment.

Kanan stared at the scene shocked; he remembered when his mother was killed all those years ago. He shook his head and looked through the apartment to see if there was someone else there. He reached to one of the bedrooms and turned the lights on; when the light illuminated the room, Kanan gasped softly at the sight before him. The room was decorated for a baby boy to be precise; the room was painted in a soft yellow with white and on one of the walls there were four wooden letters that said the name of the baby boy: EZRA.

"Damn it!" Kanan thought. Was this kid another victim? Or he was alive? Kanan's thoughts disappeared when he heard crying coming from another part of the apartment and he went to investigate. He made his way to the master bedroom and the crying become louder; Kanan searched for the source of the cry. Finally, he looked under the bed and found a small box with a blanket covering it. He took the box from its hiding place and removed the blanket.

A baby boy of five months old was crying; he had tan skin, black hair with hints of blue and inside the box there was a stuffed tiger. "Hey, it's okay." Kanan said to the crying infant. "It's okay, you're safe now." He said lifting the baby and cradling him in his arms, the baby calmed down a little and looked at Kanan with electric blue eyes.

"See? Everything's fine." He said smiling softly at the baby.

"Kanan?" Zeb's voice asked.

"I'm here in the master room!" Kanan answered.

Zeb came into the room and stopped near the door. "Uh…what are you doing?" He asked.

"Look what I found." Kanan said turning around.

Zeb's eyes went wide. "What the…? Where did you find the kid?" He asked.

"Under the bed. His parents had to hide him there." Kanan said while the baby was looking at Kanan with curiosity. "His name is Ezra, I checked his room."

An hour later, the CSI's were processing the scene. "Do you found anything?" Riker asked.

"The victims were shot, but for the positions of the bodies and the evidence, this looks like a homicide-suicide case." CSI Kenobi said. "But until we analyze everything, we are not sure yet." He said. Riker said and left the apartment; outside in the hallway, Kanan was with Ezra in his arms and the baby boy was studing Kanan's face carefully with his tiny hands.

"Kanan." Riker said.

"Yes, sir?" He asked.

"Take the baby to the hospital for a check- up and then let Child Services to take care of him." Riker said.

"Chief, let me stay with him. I know what is it to be there and I know what they are going to do with him." Kanan said.

Riker sighed and said. "Okay, you can stay with him, but let Child Services to do their job." Kanan nodded and went to the hospital.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." Kanan said to the baby boy.

A/N: So, what do you think? Also, if you have the time, I invite you to read my other stories about Star Wars KoTOR and CSI. See ya next chapter