A/N: Title may change. I don't particularly like this one but it'll have to do for now. Anyways, this is a test. Depending on if people like it or not I'll continue it. I'll update Axel Todd soon but I've been dealing with a bit of grief: we had to put my dog to sleep. She had brain cancer.....

So review and let me know if you like how it sounds so far.

A lithe figure sat hunched over a desk. He didn't look like he belonged there, especially at this late hour. His thin frame covered in wiry muscle and covered haphazardly with a rumpled

black suit, the tie missing. He tapped quickly on the keyboard in front of him, the blue white glow of the monitor sucked all the color from his pale face so that the red tattoos on his

cheeks stood out in stark relief and brought his blue eyes into sharper focus. Flaming red hair, pulled back into a messy ponytail, draped lazily over his right shoulder as he leaned

closer to the monitor, as if he were a diver getting ready to leap into a pool.

At this hour, pushing 2 in the morning, one would've expected to find Reno in a bar piss drunk and hitting on anything with legs. So when Tseng, impeccably dressed and groomed as

he was, entered the office to pick up a file he had forgotten, he was more than a little surprised.

"Reno? What are you doing here?" Reno continued typing furiously, his scowl deepening but giving no other sign that he might've heard his superior. Tseng place a gentle hand on his

shoulder and Reno jumped a bit, before sighing and hesitantly turning the monitor off.

"Nothin'…" he droned softly, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. Tseng quirked a brow and leaned against the cluttered desk of his subordinate.

"It's 2 in the morning, Reno. I've never seen you so absorbed in desk work before. What's wrong?" Reno sighed and pushed the chair back onto two legs, balancing precariously as he

rubbed his tired eyes that burned from staring at the bright screen for so long in such dim light.

"I'm just… I'm lookin' for someone…. It's not important…." He stood, swaying slightly as he stretched and stumbled over to the door. Throwing a half-hearted wave over his shoulder, he

exited the office. Tseng, his curiosity now peeked, took Reno's place in the desk chair, and flipped on the monitor to see what had had the red-head so preoccupied.

It was file, several in fact, all with one thing in common: a name, highlighted in yellow. Tseng brought up the only picture file open and frowned softly. It was a man, one nearly identical

to Reno: blood red hair fell freely down to his shoulders and black diamond tattoos rested neatly on his cheeks, bringing attention to acid green eyes outlined in red. Tseng couldn't see

much of his body, the picture only showed his head and upper torso, after all. But what he did see made him think that this red head had a similar build as well: thin and covered in wiry

muscle. Underneath the snapshot was a name, the same one as in all the documents: Axel Flynn.

Tseng racked his memory and came across a discussion he had had with Reno, years ago, when he had come across the young boy fighting for survival in the slums. He had asked him

if he had any family. Reno had only scowled and said that he had an older brother, only he wasn't around. Tseng had pushed for a little more information but Reno had refused to give

anymore information, and background checks had not brought anything up either, only that the 22 year old was presumed dead.

If that was true, and if Tseng's hunch about the identity of the red head in the photo, why was Reno looking up information on his brother. Reno had never given the impression that

he particularly liked his brother. But what if his dislike was merely a mask to hide how hurt he had been over the disappearance? He had only been 12, according to the 'missing since'

information, when Axel had left. Flicking off the computer and the small desk lamp, Tseng left, resolving to look a little more deeply into this matter.

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