A/N: Heyo. So this is my first attempt at a multi chap story. :D Nothing too too long yet. I have this one planned out to be about 5-7 chapters. And this first chap is probably going to be one of the longer ones. So read and REVIEW. :3 Check out my other fics too (and review!). These characters belong to Capcom. :U Oh, and as with some of my other fics, this one is inspired by the song "Catch Me" by Demi Lovato. Look at the lyrics and you'll see the parallels. Probably. Because I literally took the lyrics and color coded and organized them. You'll probably see a phrase or two weaved in with the writing. Each chapter is derived from a lyric or two. The title may be temporary, I couldn't come with up anything great - suggestions are quite welcome. So, uh, enjoy... oh, and I don't think I used any indecipherable German in here. If you don't know what something means, google translate or mention it in the awesome review you're going to write, right?

"The suspect was apprehended… at the scene… of the crime..."

The words became so blurry that she could no longer read the case file. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each blink and she was sure that eventually, her eyes would just refuse to open. The soft whirs from the fluorescent light above her desk were like white noise, daring her to allow it to lull her to sleep. Nonetheless, Ema continued to pore over the documents. While she read, she ran her pen under every line and whispered each word under her breath, so she wouldn't miss anything crucial. Her small voice continued to echo through the empty office until she reached the bottom of the page. Flip. Next page. She ran her hand through her hair, pushing the stray locks from her vision, and squinted at the glowing computer. 1:33am.

"No one should be awake right now, let alone working," she grumbled to herself.

Ema thought about retrieving her treasured bag of Snackoos from under her desk. But in a rare instance, decided against it.

"Scientifically speaking, it's very unhealthy to eat during the three hours before you plan to go to sleep."

So instead, she laid her head down on her desk to "rest her eyes". Just when she felt every part of her body begin to shut down, the door to the office announced itself being opened with a loud creak. Ema's eyes flitted open for a second before she convinced herself it was nothing and went back to her nap, only to be interrupted again by the brightness of the rest of the lights being turned on.

"Ah! Fräulein Skye, you are still here," exclaimed a surprised Klavier Gavin. He then said in a more upset tone, "…I had hoped you'd gone home."

She groggily sat up in her uncomfortable chair and looked up at Klavier, who was standing there with a countenance of genuine concern. He crossed the room and pushed some of Ema's papers aside so he could prop himself up on the corner of her desk. He studied her face like he was trying to solve a great dilemma.

"I have no idea how you do it."

"Do what? Stay up late like this? You're awake too you know."

"Nein. How do you stay up this late every night yet still remain so beautiful?" His voice played across that word like a sweet chord on his guitar. "I have a late night once in a while, but I certainly need my beauty sleep. I can only imagine what mein Liebling would look like if she got some sleep, ja?" He chuckled a bit and shifted his weight towards Ema.

"Compliments won't get my work done, fop. And are appearances all you care about?"

"Detektiv Skye!" Klavier replied with a hint of mockery in his voice. "I am astounded at simply the notion that you believe me to be your average, superficial rock star. After all this time, I thought we were at least more than acquainted with each other."

Ema's pink lips cracked into a small smile.

"Well, we're both awake now, why don't we take this time to become further familiarized?"

Before Ema had finished her sentence, Klavier was rolling his large, black, leather chair out of his office.

The two sat there talking for a few hours. As equals. He wasn't her boss and she wasn't a detective. He didn't tease and she didn't yell. Although they definitely laughed at many stories and Ema thought that she even saw Klavier's pale blue eyes rimmed with tears when he spoke about the recent trials of Daryan and Kristoph. They discovered parallels between their pasts. No parents. Both of their siblings had been a part of the legal system – prosecution and defense – and fallen victim to it as well. They both knew what it felt like to be betrayed by those closest to you. To feel completely alone.

In the past, Ema had always been interested in Klavier. She masked it with her hostility because she knew that he was only playing her for a laugh, he never had real feelings for her. So she sucked it up and put up a resilient wall. However, tonight - although maybe it was too late at night to be truly sensible - Ema was feeling a strange connection, stronger than ever before. He was chipping away at her wall.

If Ema was tired before, she had no idea what this was classified as now. She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and let the comfort of Klavier's words begin to sing her to sleep. She wasn't really listening now. Just his voice. It could be saying anything and she would be happy.

Wait. No, Ema. You're letting his charm get to you. He doesn't mean any of this. You'd be lucky if you were even friends.

Her internal battle was interrupted by a thick silence. Klavier had stopped talking and was looking right at her, a distressed crease forming in the middle of his forehead. All of a sudden he was standing up, his great frame towering above her.

"Let's go, Geliebte. We must be getting you home. It was silly and selfish of me to keep you awake to converse with me."

Ema rubbed her eyes drowsily and murmured, "No, s'okay. Thanks… see you tomorrow…"

She pulled her bag strap over her shoulder and started to heard towards the door when a strong arm stopped her in her tracks. All she saw in her peripheral vision was Klavier - laughing?

"Ah my dear, dear Fräulein. You must be out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you walk home. A striking young lady such as yourself? This late at night? I think all this sleep deprivation is finally reaping its effects on you. I will bring you home."

A deep exhale came from Ema's mouth as she squared her shoulders and slightly nodded. He did have a point, no use fighting it at this hour.

They got down to the parking lot to see that it was vacant save Klavier's motorcycle. A look of terror struck Ema's face when she realized that it was what they would be riding. Noticing her anxiety, he placed a large hand on her shoulder in an effort to comfort her – instead Ema jumped under his grip.

"Everything will be fine. You will be home in a few minutes safe and sound. Hold on tightly," he assured, mounted his hog, and gestured for her to climb on.

She awkwardly straddled the bike, staying as far away from Klavier as possible. The pair stood there in silence until Ema prodded, "We can go now."

A smirk spread across the prosecutor's face. "You must hold onto me. I swear I won't bite… much."

Ema groaned and edged closer to Klavier's back, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her body molded to his like a puzzle piece. She felt her cheeks flush a bit when she felt his strong, muscular chest pushing against her forearms in the rhythm of his breathing. He started to pull the helmet onto his own head, paused, and then turned around and slid it over Ema's head.

"The life of meine Liebe is far superior to my own."

And with that, they were speeding down the empty roads of Los Angeles. While they zipped along, Ema continued her somnolent argument with herself.

He doesn't want a lawsuit if I get hurt. That's all. I can't let myself fall any deeper. It's his personality. It's why he has so many screaming fangirls at begging at his knees. We're friends, maybe. We found out we had some similarities tonight. I will not let myself read any deeper into this.

Ema finally silenced her thoughts and tried to enjoy the life-threatening ride home. They turned the final corner and pulled around the front of her apartment complex. Klavier dismounted the motorcycle, held it steady, and helped an unbalanced Ema reunite with the sidewalk. Instead of letting go of her hand, he held it like a precious jewel, cupping it between his warm hands. He smiled down at her, her ivory – although exhausted – face glowing in the moonlight.

"Alright. Thanks Mr. Gavin." She looked up at him, released her hand from his grasp, and turned to walk away.

"Wait, Ema…"

Her heart palpitated. She was surprised he knew her first name. Ema. Not Fräulein Skye. Not Detektiv Skye. Ema.

"Y-yes?"

He swiftly pulled her flush against his body and grabbed the back of her neck. Klavier tremulously ran his fingers through her chestnut hair. He looked into her emerald eyes, silently telling her what he was about to do, giving her the opportunity to make a choice. Because then, his uneven breaths were tickling her lips and his lips firmly pressed against hers.

Before Ema could feel happiness, she felt fear. She now knew how wounded she would be – if they broke up, if he was just trying to hook up with her. The fragility of it all was overwhelming. Her expectations of his true feelings had been so low that she now needed to carefully and scientifically readjust them. She still couldn't truly fall in love with him. She knew she felt something for him, but another part of her knew that it wouldn't last and she didn't want to risk the pain. Every hello ends with a goodbye.

So she innocently kissed him back. Her small, pale hands held his tan face. They then stopped moving and placidly stood there, the only people for miles, their lips just resting on each other. Klavier pulled back a little, keeping their foreheads and noses together. Ema's eyes flickered all around his face whilst his steady gaze bore directly into her eyes.

"Gute Nacht, Ema."

One final kiss left Ema with chills in all her extremities as she stumbled to her apartment building door.