[ WP ] Write a story in which a `` Chekhov 's Gun '' is actually Chekhov 's Gun and a `` Red Herring '' is actually a red herring .

`` Ensign, the hell is this?'' 
 
 `` It was my grandfather's, Captain.'' 
 
 The captain shook his head, and dropped the old rifle on the table. `` Quit the bullshit, Ensign. We know you did it. So why do n't you save us all some trouble, and just confess?'' 
 
 `` I swear to you, Captain! I had nothing to do with what happened to Lieutenant Uhura!'' 
 
 Ensign Pavel Chekov was shouting now, and to the captain it sounded almost like his accent was growing thicker with every word. Kirk wanted to believe him. But despite the ensign's apparent desperate insistence, it still did n't quite add up. 
 
 `` Ensign, your prints were the most recent on the freezer. And while I ca n't see you beating someone to death with a frozen fish, you ca n't deny it happened.'' Chekov had stopped shouting now, and was staring at his hands with a blank expression. A look of defeat. 
 
 `` Believe what you will, sir. But it was not me.'' 
 
 Just then, the door opened, and a woman stepped in. 
 
 She was holding a blood-covered length of pipe, presumably torn from somewhere in the ship. Kirk sprang from his chair immediately, while Chekov could manage only blank shock. 
 
 `` What? But you-'' Kirk stammered out, only to be struck with a blow that sent him reeling. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, Captain. But your reckless operation of this ship had to be ended, one way or another. I'm sure you will be remembered fondly. Do n't worry.'' 
 
 Kirk tried to get up, but found his legs had failed him, and no sooner was he on them than they collapsed. The woman snatched Chekov's weapon from the table - the ensign was still in too much shock to comprehend, let alone stop, the events unfolding in front of them - and with a practised motion, checked the old rifle's magazine and racked the bolt. Kirk found himself staring into the maw of the barrel. In his dazed state, his last thoughts were only how strange it was, that such a small barrel could seem so large when you're on the other end. 
 
 `` Goodbye, Captain,'' Lieutenant Uhura said coldly. 
 
 She pulled the trigger.
