Authors note: Hello everyone! This is yet another story I wrote for my sister's birthday, little different from the last one thought. I warn you it is likely that it will take me awhile to up date, I'm moving soon and it's taking a of my time, so bare with me and enjoy!

Chapter one:

Natsu Takashima looked at the roster for the new valentine edition of her least favorite show. True it was her show, but she had never gotten over the first pilot, and with the show afterwards being so lacking in everything "haunting" she had pretty much given up hope on her original goal.

"Takashima the boss wants too see you." Ren the camera guy said coming into the studio.

"Thanks, but I'm a little busy right now, as you can see." Natsu said gesturing to the piles of paperwork in front of her.

"Natsu when I say I want to see you," Takashi Nozami glared at her from the doorway where he was leaning, arms crossed over his chest. "It's not up for discussion."

Natsu met his eyes and stared, an unspoken question passing between them. With a sigh, Natsu stood, grabbed three red folders and followed the boss out of the studio.

"So?" she asked as he closed the office doors behind her.

"Where were you last night?"

"Here, why was I supposed to be somewhere?" she asked slipping into her chair.

"Masuka and I were supposed to meet you for drinks."

"Oh." Natsu smiled apologetically. "Sorry I completely forgot."

"I figured as much." Takashi sighed. "Thanks to you I spent the entire evening listening to his sob story about his ex-girlfriend Sakura dumping him for the fifth time."

"He seriously needs to get his act together." Natsu shook her head. "Anyway, I need to talk to you about the Valentine show."

"Yes,"

Natsu paused, waiting for him to continue. "Yes, what?"

"I want chocolates again this year."

"What?"

Takashi smiled. "Go on."

"Will you stop being so...you." she asked as he took his seat across from her.

"No."

"'Whatever." Natsu tossed the files onto the desk. "Seriously?"

He took the files, skimming through them. "What about it?" he frowned looking at her skeptical expression. "Viewers' want stuff like this, plus I got a request from some old friends who pulled a lot of strings to get these four together."

"Regardless of the effect they may have on our show?" Natsu said. "What if one of them is a fake? Or all of them? Then what, our ratings will plummet, and we'll be lucky if they let us keep our time slot."

"That's not going to happen. This guy works with the police," Takashi said holding up a picture, of a dark haired young man, with brown eyes and a very bored expression. The photo unnerved her because it looked a lot like a police surveillance picture. "And he, has a recommendation from Oliver Davis himself. I think we're safe."

"That's just the kind of false security they want you to feel!"

"Natsu, give it a rest, just take them to the locations, film them, talk to them and get the shows done."

Natsu glared, Takashi might be her boss, but he was her friend first and this was not going to go unpunished. "Fine, but you get no chocolates."

With that she left the room, forgetting the files and tripping on her way out the door. She flushed angrily as her Boss's laughter followed her down the hall and back into the studio.

Mai Taniyama looked at the envelope again, unsure if she should open it or not. It had her name on it but it also had Naru's, and as tempting as the envelope was she was scared of Naru's possible reaction.

He had mellowed out around her since coming back from England, but this just seemed like one of those times to wait for him. She placed the envelope on her lap and leaned back looking at her clean desk with pride. She had finished all the case files, all the possible cases had been filed and place in order.

It was the first time since she started working that she had nothing to do. It was kind of boring, and with the boys out she had nothing to amuse herself with.

Sighing, she looked down at the envelope. "Naru won't care."

"Won't care about what?" Mai turned to look at her boss, who had somehow managed to sneak up behind her and was now leaning over her shoulder, bringing his face far too close to her own.

"This envelope."

Naru took it gently his fingers brushing against Mai's. Lately things like this had been happening alot, light touches and lingering glances, kind words and thank yous had become something common.

Mai had been unable to enjoy any of it though, since she was waiting for the other shoe to fall; for Naru to suddenly grow cold again, or worse, leave.

The first time had been unavoidable and frankly necessary for him, Naru had to go and bury his brother Gene's body. He stayed in England for a little over a year, leaving Mai with nothing but part time jobs and school, she had stayed in contact with the other members of their team, But Naru had all but fallen off the face of the earth.

He came back and contacted Mai, they were working together again, and she was starting to think that things would return to normal, but four months after he came back, he left. Another year and a half went by before Mai got another call.

It took her a month to finally agree to go back to work with them, since she was now enrolled in college and working towards her career it was nice to have a little side job that had nothing to do with school.

He still hadn't answered her confession, but she liked it better that way, it seemed like they could start fresh now, and maybe this time he would believe her feelings were truly for him.

"Mai?"

"Yes?" Mai asked feeling silly for spacing out. Naru's face was still inches away from her own, as he handed back the envelope.

"Open it please."

"Sure thing." Mai smiled to herself as she opened it. Inside was a business card and two letters each addressed to one of them. "Here Naru." Mai said handing his over.

"Thanks." Naru stood, but stayed leaning on Mai's chair.

Mai opened the letter, trying to ignore Naru's odd behavior. Being clingy wasn't normally his thing, but lately whenever they went out to meet a client, or see a sight he would stick to her like glue. As for the office, this was new.

Mai turned to the letter eyes widening with each line. "What?"

"Yakumo!" Haruka Ozawa yelled, bursting into the movie club room. She scanned the room really fast looking for the annoying cat human, who was curled up on the floor wrapped in his sleeping bag.

Sighing, she moved into the room and gave him a slight kick to the ribs. "Yakumo." Nothing, suddenly fearing that maybe he died, she crouched, poking his face and neck. "Yakumo." she whispered.

He stirred, face scrunching up.

Her lips nearly pressed against his ear as she whispered again a sweeter tone, knowing that Yakumo easily got embarrassed when she spoke to him like this was an upside that she felt stupid for forgetting.

She wasn't even finished saying his name when he jumped, smacking his head against her own in his attempt to escape.

"What are you doing?" he shouted looking at her rolling on the floor nursing her now splitting head.

"Ow."

"Sorry." Yakumo pushed himself up onto the couch and half pulled half lifted Haruka up next to him. "I'm sorry, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I should be." Haruka blushed, watching as Yakumo shoved her hands away and looked at the red spot on her forehead.

"You really shouldn't wake me up like that." he said pressing his cold fingers against the growing bump. "This is the second time."

"Yeah, yeah, well you should learn to wake up when I call you normally." Haruka countered annoyed that he was trying to make this her fault.

"Yes." before she could react, move or even think Yakumo had pressed his lips against her forehead, keeping her head in place with his hands, which had somehow ended up on either side of her face.

Haruka's face and neck burned as blood rushed up to her head, red as a tomato she stared at Yakumo. "What are you doing?"

Flashing her a half smile, he said. "Kissing it better, of course."

"Right..." Haruka watched him, stunned, as he moved around the room picking up two cups and a tea pot.

"Want some?" he asked filling the tea pot with water and placing it down on the small portable stove that Haruka had gotten him for his birthday.

"Sure." She lifted a pile of mail, avoiding his sideways glancing at her. "Hey, this letter is addressed to both of us..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it has both our names on the front."

Yakumo came over and sat next to her, to close after what he had just done, and took the letter, his finger running across her own. Normally she wouldn't have noticed something like that, but since he'd just kissed her. She shuddered.

"Hmm." Yakumo opened the letter and handed it to Haruka. "Read it please."

Haruka opened and read the letter once, twice and then a third time with Yakumo. "Is this real?"

"Seems to be." Yakumo said. "Well, we should throw it out, no point in exposing ourselves." He said leaning over her slightly to toss it in the trash.

Haruka held her breath until he moved away making him look at her questioningly. "Do I smell?" he asked taking a big whiff of his armpit.

"Ew, no you smell fine!" Haruka yelped uncomfortable with the sudden burst of attention that Yakumo was giving her.

"Do I smell good or not?"

"You smell great!" Haruka gasped, covering her face in the sleeping bag and flopping over onto her side, she wished she could disappear.

A/N: Net chapter will be up soon! I have most of it written so look for it in the next week or so!