It was a dark and stormy night….. Detective Constable Lucy Baker, ever so brave, was seconds away from cracking down on a notorious criminal. The criminal was only a couple steps ahead, but he was no match for DC Baker's speed. Her bright orange hat was drenched in sweat and also rain water, the sides of her perfect auburn hair were a tone darker than usual for the rain was pouring hard. Each step she took landed on shallow puddles, splashing the already wet street but she ran like the wind. The clumsy criminal tried his best to run faster but the water betrayed him and he slipped and fell flat on his stomach. That's when Lucy caught up.

"Aha! I've got you now!"

"Oh, Detective Constable Lucy Baker, you're so brave to catch such a dangerous criminal like me. You've got brains and beauty! You're truly one of a kind; a fine courageous young lady indeed!"

"Oh nowt you say will get you off the hook this time Mr. Cruelman! Once again DC Lucy Baker saves the day! You have the right to-"

"Lucy!"

Lucy's eyes parted slightly and caught a glimpse of the professor standing right in front her with his hands in his massive pockets full of old newspapers.

"I know we don't have any new cases today and the cloudy skies are making it a bit hard for you to stay awake, but I'll have you know that there is paper work that needs to be done, Lucy."

Paperwork. Lucy hated doing paperwork and her test scores reflected that. She preferred the hands-on work instead. After all, collecting evidence and working together with the prof to make the proper deductions was what she loved the most about her job. However, she always got the job done even if it was a load of paperwork.

"Aye, I apologize prof, I were just resting my eyes! It's just a slow day but you worry not! I'll get the job done!"

Lucy noticed the prof was doing no better than she was. Clearly he slept in on the job. His white coat had more wrinkles than usual and his eyes looked so tired not to mention the mess he had his hair in.

"Now wait a minute prof! You slept 'ont job again didn't you?"

"You needn't concern yourself Lucy. I've already had 4 cups of tea, which should keep me up for the rest of the day."

Lucy could tell that was a humble little lie. There was no way he was going to make it through the day. She grabbed him by the arm and pushed him down to the old worn out sofa they had in the corner of the Mystery Room.

"Not today prof! Aye, you need some rest. When will you start to take better care of yourself? Have a seat and wait while I call a cab to take you home."

As tired as the prof was, Potty prof decided to join in on the conversation. After all, he hated being told what to do. He quickly got up and pointed a guilty finger right at Lucy.

"Do not tell me what to do! How many times do I have to tell you that? Or do I have to drill a hole in your head to make you understand?!"

Her eye's just stared at him as he approached her, still pointing his finger at her until he got close enough to grab her by the shoulders. As much as she tells herself she's used to the potty prof's threats, she couldn't help but feel as if a sharp shard of glass was stabbed straight through her heart; It breaks her heart every time. Her feelings for the prof are beyond her understanding. She loves the placid prof dearly, but she also loved the potty prof, for he sparked curiosity in Lucy and she loved it. But when he threatens her, not so much.

"By 'heck prof, you know I'm only trying to help…!"

The sadness in her eyes made Alfendi turn placid again in an instant. Looking into her beautiful eyes, he reassured her by patting her shoulder softly.

"Urgh.. I'm sorry Lucy. I'm fine. There's no need to call that cab . Trust me It'll be okay."

"That's the millionth time this week, prof. It's coz you're not taking care of yo-"

Suddenly, Lucy quickly remembered that she had to run some very important errands.

"By 'eck prof! I just remembered I've got to pay some bills or else they're gonna leave me 'thout light! Arrghhh I'm always late on things! If you'll 'xcuse me prof It'll only take a second!"

"Go on Lucy, I was considering closing up the Mystery Room today anyway. Take the rest of the day. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks prof!"

Lucy ran out the door as fast as lightning. Once Lucy left, the prof sat on that dusty couch again and realized Lucy was right about getting rest. The inspector started to ponder and slowly drifted away into his own thoughts. Thoughts about Lucy. She was always late but the prof always thought her clumsiness was cute. He thought everything about her was quite adorable. He cared deeply for Lucy, that's why he hated snapping on her that way but he couldn't help it. His split personality issue was always in the way of his friendships and his past relationship with Hilda. With Lucy, however, Al felt in place. She helped him a lot and not just with the daily case solving, but with being less socially awkward and getting out of the mystery room more. She made him laugh at times and there's nothing he enjoyed more than getting a fresh "cuppa" tea especially prepared by her. The truth is, he had strong feelings for Lucy but how could he possibly show them? He refused to become something more with her because he was scared of hurting her. Even though she does deal with potty prof quite well, better than everyone else. She does tend to get a little curious and starts asking random questions to the darker side of him, as if she wants to get to know him more. But he can't help but notice how the smile on her face slowly fades away when he begins to threaten her. But of course he didn't mean it.

"Or did you?"

"Of course I didn't mean it. It's Lucy we're talking about."

"You know you have tendencies to physically hurt others don't hide it! She's making you a little too soft! Why do you love her?"

"I never admitted that I loved her. But now that you did, I assume we're even. You love her as much as I do. We are one and the same. We Love Lucy."

"I'll bet she loves me more."

"You scare her away how could that be?"

"Do you wana bet on it?"

"You're on."