Locked in Love
By SixelaNinja
Prologue
If only Mr. Glimmerous fop would see that I'm more interested in my work than him, Ema thought silently to herself as she looked across the crime scene, only to see a grinning man with blond hair flowing down his shoulder wink at her. If he weren't my boss, I would tell him to buzz off.
"How's that DNA sample coming, Fraulein?" he asked her, as he walked over to her and perched his feet right next to her. "It's going fine, fop," she mumbled. "What was that?" Klavier questioned, fully aware of what she had just said. "I said it was going along fine, boss." He didn't say anything, but simply started checking his face in a pocket mirror. Fop.
"Say, detektiv..." Klavier said, now grinning into the mirror. "What?" Ema was clearly not in a good mood today. The crime was hard to solve, and her coffee had spilled all over her new jeans this morning. "What do you think of coming to dinner with me?" he smirked. Ema almost laughed. "Isn't it against the rules to date your employees?"
"Not if you don't get caught, ja?" Ema's smug smile faded. "It doesn't matter. I'm not going to dinner with you."
Klavier was a little disappointed, but he refused to let the detektiv see the bitter taste of rejection written all over his face, so he just smiled and pretended like he found her rejection amusing. In fact, it wasn't much of a lie. He did find the detektiv amusing. Any woman would have squealed and accepted his dinner request right away, while Ema had sounded disgusted by the very idea. He liked her because she was different.
"Anything else?" Klavier asked. "I'm not going with you anywhere else, either!" Ema yelled. Klavier chuckled. "I was talking about the case, Fraulein." Ema could feel herself blush. "There's blood pouring out of the victim's hand," she said quickly. "The killer had no sign of remorse... and it looked like it knew what it was doing. But I can't tell why the blood is coming out of the hand because I left my magnifying glass at home." Klavier laughed. "It was a messed up day, okay?"
"There will be one in the storage closet over there. This place was a detektiv headquarters, so there would be equipment about."
Ema walked into the dark room, and waved her hands around as she coughed to eliminate the dust. How could anyone possible see in here, Ema wondered as she thought she spot a glare above. There it is! The magnifying glass was barely in reach, on the top shelf. Shoot!
"Klavier!" she called, swearing she would never say his poisonous name ever again. Klavier heard the detektiv, but he wanted to hear her say his name once more. "Get your lazy butt over here!" she yelled. I guess she's not saying my name again, he thought. Klavier stood in the doorway of the closet, an elbow against the rim, and grinning like something was really funny. "You called, Fraulein?" Ema rolled her eyes. "Yeah, can you get the magnifying glass up there?" Klavier let go of the door to walk into the closet. It closed behind him. Ema squeaked out a yelp. It's so dark now! Klavier tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. "Stop it! You're going to break it off!" Ema was freaking out a little too much for Klavier's taste. "But we're locked in! I can't just stand here and do nothing!" Klavier screamed. Ema groaned. "Well we can scream for help." Klavier and Ema screamed at the top of their lungs, but there was no reply. And, whether it could be helped or not, Klavier and Ema were going to be in that closet for a while.