"And Detective Gumshoe, here's the autopsy report you can bring to Mr. Payne."
"Thanks, pal. I'm gonna get going then."

As Gumshoe turned to leave, Ema realized there was still one crucial paper that had fallen under her desk. She wasn't about to become even worse than Gumshoe on her first week as a lousy detective.

"Oh, Detective, wait!"

She quickly leaned under the table and snatched the paper up, smacking her nose hard on the desk as she jolted back up. Thrusting the paper into a flustered Gumshoe's hand, she rushed towards the bathroom, cupping her hand under her nose to catch the first drops of blood. With the bathroom doors in sight, Ema ran faster.

Suddenly, a young man seemed to materialize out of nowhere and the pair crashed head on. All Ema could see was purple, splattered with blood. For an aspiring forensic scientist, she was feeling awfully faint.

Then she heard a foreign sounding voice speak, "Ach, the Fräulein appears to have gotten blut all over my favorite coat!"

After regaining some awareness, it appeared the man had finished wallowing in his self-pity and was staring. At her.

Ema tried to mumble an apology and slip past so she could clean up in the bathroom. Some hydrogen peroxide should take the stains right out of his silly jacket, she looked down, ugh, and maybe some bleach for my lab coat.

But the man stopped her and tenderly cupped her face in his hand, whilst pulling a black handkerchief from his breast pocket to soak up her bleeding nose.

"There, there, kleine. How did we manage this?" An amused sparkle lit up in his stone blue eyes. But Ema couldn't reply. His large, tan hand was covering her mouth as he continued to nurse her wound.

She tried to look past him and wait for this strange moment to be over. Who was this man? He was rather handsome, yet something about him itched at Ema. She really just wanted him to leave her to her own embarrassment.

He took the index finger of his other hand and gently nudged her chin so her eyes had to meet his. Then he asked, "I don't believe we've been acquainted before. What is your name?"

Ema's bleeding had reduced, so he cautiously pulled his hand away from her blood-smeared face to let her speak.

She froze for a minute and then squeaked, "Ema Skye".

"Ah, Fräulein Skye. You're the new detective, ja? Pleased to meet you." He moved to kiss her hand, but Ema jerked it away.

"Well Detektiv. You just missed a rare opportunity. Usually fans have to wait for hours to receive even a glance in their direction. And yet, here you are, having gotten blood on my blazer and my handkerchief, spending precious minutes of my time."

Ema fiercely stammered, "Hydrogen p-peroxide will get rid of that. And you chose to use that handkerchief. I wanted to leave a while ago. W-who are you?"

He leaned forward, put his hands on his hips, and looked thoughtfully into Ema's green eyes. "Oh! You do not know who I am? My name is Klavier Gavin. Prosecutor by day, rock star by night. I am the lead singer of the Gavinners; maybe you've heard of us?"

He had ignored her scientific comment. This guy was really starting to get under her skin. All he seemed to care about was himself. She shook her head no. At this, he slung his arm around her shoulder and turned the two of them towards the elevator. Ema ducked out from under his grip and darted toward the bathroom door.

Gavin began to fiddle with his garish, silver 'G' necklace, yet still keeping cool and confident as he emphatically reasoned with her. "Aber Fräulein, we have so much to converse about if we want this relationship to work."

Ema finally snapped and began to shout. "No! I don't care who you are or about your rock band! I apologize for bleeding on you. But as you so disregarded, I already told you that it is easily removed. I can even do it if you want me to!"

Klavier winked at her. "Ah, I see. You want less clothing?" He slowly began to take off his jacket and flung it towards where Ema was standing. But all that was left was the sounds of Ema furiously munching on her Snackoos and the bathroom door swinging shut.

Feeling like a fool, Klavier went to retrieve his jacket. This girl intrigued him. Something about her was different, she resisted him. He wanted to be her knight in shining armor. It was a feeling he'd never known before. A fire had been lit even hotter than when his guitar caught on fire. He wasn't sure if he really liked this feeling, but it was happening nonetheless.

What he knew for sure was that this would not be their only meeting. Even if she wasn't assigned to his cases, he'd spend his time with her somehow.

He looked down at his purple and red coat and smirked. What'd she say? Hydrogen something?

That would be their next conversation.

A/N: Next part coming soonish, I'm almost done writing it. :P

German translations~ most are common Klema ones and easy to figure in context;

Fräulein - Miss

blut - blood

kleine - little one

ja - yeah, yes

aber - but