I was speeding through town, eager to just get home after a stressful day in office. Working as the Vice Executive of our family company which is the leading business corporation in Japan today would drain a 24 years old woman of her youth and when blue and red flashing lights sped up behind me, I almost banged my fists at the wheels but I held my composure for my hands and pride's sake..

"Could this day get any longer." I sighed as I pulled over and rolled down my window after smoothing down my business skirt and white blouse. I fluffed up my shoulder length brown hair and reapplied red lipstick. I then looked out my window expecting a male cop and did a double take when a female one leaned in.

I took in her form fitting light blue uniform and Kuga name plate but as she bent over to check up on me those breathtaking emerald eyes almost made me gasped; thankfully I'm good at handling my façade though it didn't stop me from staring deeply at those poles.

"Good evening ma'am,"

Oh god, if she hadn't gotten me with those eyes, that voice definitely would.

"Ma'am are you drunk?."

I blinked. What did she just said?

"Geez, driving drunk and over speeding what are—"

"Excuse me Miss Kuga but I am not drunk." Maybe I am a bit workaholic or teacoholic as what Haruka says but alcoholic? That was a bit offensive.

She was surprised of me addressing her with her name or maybe because of my harsh reply. I didn't pondered more when she cleared her throat and went back to her officer mode.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I was asking you for your license twice and you haven't responded neither moved."

Again I didn't respond but this time I know I heard her. So as to prove her that I'm not drunk or was I'm just embarrassed? I quickly faced the passenger seat to fumble with my purse and find that driver's license of mine and discovered it missing.

"Is everything alright ma'am? You became rigid suddenly."

And again oh god, Is she watching me the whole time? I shook my head to straighten my thoughts, emotions and hormones as to think of an explanation to this.

"Are you sure ma'am?"

It seems she interpreted my actions as a reply and for that I'm once again truly thankful. But back to more pressing matters, I would definitely go straight to jail if I do a wrong move here, I'm on the disadvantage side of the game and this is not chess with my grandfather.

"We seem to have a small problem Miss Kuga."

As I leaned back to my seat, I was met by her stoic expression and intriguing eyes. Is that impatience I see?

"And what would that be ma'am?"

I watched her closely this time and marveled at the color of her hair. I didn't notice at first glance that it was blue. A dark shade almost black as night, framing her… oh she's glaring now.

"What is the problem ma'am? I don't have all day to repeat my questions twice."

"How rude…" My tongue slipped. I almost chuckled when she face-palmed herself.

"Look, just hand me your license and we'll have this done quick ,very quick." Emphasis the last words with a click of her fingers as of like what a magician do on his instant magic tricks, Miss Kuga stretched her hand to me to add more to the point.

"I don't have my license right now." And then she blinked once, twice, thrice.

"What?"

"I said I don't have my license on hand—"

"I heard you! sheesh this is going to be a long night ."

Indeed. She stood up and stepped away from my window before opening the door on my side.

"Okay ma'am please step out of the car and show your hands were I can see them clearly."

I needn't be told twice this time and obliged with her commands. As I stepped out of the car I immediately acknowledged our height difference; I am taller maybe by an inch though I'm wearing heels. I can still estimate my height advantage.

She gestured for me to walk away from the car door and near the hood then to the back and again to the hood. It was starting to get to my nerves. I'm tired from whole days of work and she's making me parade like a dog following her tricks. Now I forsake heels.

"Okay, you don't seem to be drunk."

And that hit the mark.

"I thought I clearly pointed out earlier to Miss Kuga that I am not drunk, she seems to not decipher my remark."

Her expression remained stoic but her clutching and unclutching of her hand didn't pass my eyes. I was now leaning on the car hood, looking at her with my head high and intimidating gaze. Who are you calling drunk.

"Its part of the basic protocol based from your actions earlier and for you not having your license on hand ma'am"

Aggressive. I probably should have taken that as a sign of disrespect but as she rolled her eyes at my direction, I think I didn't covered fully my interest and it showed on my face. Given the small tug upward on my lips after her display.

"Do you have an ID with you ma'am?"

"It's in the car, inside my purse."

She didn't move from her spot, and I am guessing she wanted me to get it on my own. Oh be thankful you're gorgeous. I frowned at the thought. Did I really just admit that I'm attracted to her? I just said she's gorgeous. You can compliment people with their looks right? I really need to rest..

So pushing myself off the hood I walked to the passenger door and retrieved my Company ID. I dropped it as I turned around and came face to face with my tormentor.

"Sorry," She whispered and bent down to pick up my fallen ID.

"Ah Miss Shizuru Fujino then. I was wondering where your driver's license is?"

"I must have forgotten to transfer it from my bag to my carrying purse."

"And that could be a problem; you see we don't have a proof of you to be allowed to drive considering that you were driving over the speed limit a while ago. And also relating is the proof if this car is belonging to you."

"Pardon me but are you implying that I have stolen this car?"

"That could be possible since you can't show a license to support your claiming."

I can feel a headache forming. If I said I was tired earlier now I'm exhausted.

"I left my license at home Miss Kuga."

"Then I can't let you drive this car at all until you can present your license and clear your speeding charges at the station."

Migraine. I can't believe I was accused of car napping and denying of my car in a what? Minutes? Forget about composure, my head is throbbing. I sighed and raised my hand to rub my temples when another hand grabbed my wrist pulling my arm up and a body was pressed unto me.

"Don't do anything stupid!"

I was taken aback with her sudden forceful action. Her face was inches from mine and I could feel her hot breaths on my face. Getting more baffled with her growing rage, I was starting to panic and squirm in her grasp but she tighten her grip. Even with my height advantage she is stronger than me.

"Don't you dare! Now I'm going to arrest you and make you pay for what you did!"

"Please stop!" and she did stop. Thought her hold didn't free me. We stayed like that for a minute. Emerald eyes blazing directly at my ruby ones.

"I haven't done anything and you're hurting and arresting me? For what? For not having my license today?" Now I was the one shouting. Maybe it was from the stress from work or maybe it's just her.

She was shocked for a bit but did not bulge from her stance.

"How can I be so sure you're not lying? And won't just snap my neck after I free you?"

I what? First car napping now killing, how many surprises does this female cop have in her sleeves?

"I'm sorry Miss Fujino but I am arresting you—"

"For what? God for just a license sure the police are up tight."

"We are up tight because just yesterday and the other day, one of our officers was killed on patrol when reporting an over speeding car napped vehicle. Neck snapped by an anonymous woman claiming she forgot her license somewhere—"

"And you're basing that because I'm on the same situation?"

"It's part of protocol."

"I just showed you my ID!"

"It can be faked."

"I can't believe this."

All I wanted was to just go home quickly and have my deserved rest but here I am, currently held as a suspect for two? Three? crimes! Why are headaches always on the wrong timing? I wish I could have rubbed my temples for a bit earlier so this is not this painful.

"What?"

I opened my eyes and was met by bewildered ones. I didn't realize I closed them. Maybe due to this craziness and my headache.

"What did you just said?"

I thought she was playing with me considering our close proximity and she's asking what I just said but when I saw that terror in her eyes, I assumed this is a serious one.

"I can't believe this?"

"No the next one."

"I didn't…" My, did I just mumble earlier? Or have I lost it already?

"… the… the one with rubbed your temples… ah"

And she just confirmed my musing. I really am exhausted and just want this to be over with so I answered her plainly. I can feel my legs giving way. I'm sure if she hadn't pressed her body, I would be sitting down on the ground right now. Even I have my limitations.

"I am unconsciously mumbling to myself as to if I had the chance to rub my temples before you pinned me to the car that this current headache wouldn't be this much."

The reaction was quite the opposite of what I'm expecting from her. Instead of laughing at my obvious weirdness, she stuttered something and

"Shit"