She took a bite of the chocolate bar held in her hand. Brown eyes, almost as chocolate-colored as the candy bar, watched the screen closely. Kitto knew she had to catch him- at least in something. No way was he that innocent.

Then, she had spotted something that made her grin freakishly and motioned for her partner to come over. He did quickly and leaned in towards the screen.

She replayed the section of the video she had caught the person opening the case at. Pointing her pointer finger at the screen her eyes locked onto the body of the person. Kitto watched as he unlocked the combination lock and opened the case door.

Kitto leaned back and crossed her arms behind her head. The man took something out of the case and looked over his shoulder before turning around and leaving the area where the camera was viewing.

"There, that's simple. He took it. He's our thief," Kitto said and stretched her arms out.

"Okay, so now that we know he took the money, we've got to figure out what he did with it," said her partner, Dale.

Kitto put a thoughtful pointer finger up to her lips. She quietly tapped them twice. Then she smirked.

"Well, we know that he was caught once useing stolen money to pay off a gang for getting even at someone. Maybe he's paying them again?" She suggested as she worked on making his file pop up on the screen.

"Uh, well. How many people is he trying to get even with?" Dale tilted his head and rubbed the back of his head, messing up his copper-colored hair.

"Well he doesn't need to pay a gang to do that same kind of job twice. It's like going to a car repair shop after they've repaired your tires then going back to get a window replaced." She was typing away at the keyboard and more things were popping on the screen.

"Ahha, see?" She said pointing to a paragraph on the screen. Dale looked at it. "The gang is known not only to do jobs of getting even, selling information and illegal drug trading."

"Hmmm. Maybe he's trying to get information on someone?" Dale rubbed the back of his neck.

"Maybe. It's a possible chance since he's the boss of a business. He's probably trying to dig up information on a rival business. We need to look at all the companies related to his in the area and the surrounding areas."

"Right, I'll get to it."

Dale straightened up and walked away from Kitto and the computer that now showed the information of Larry Miller's information. Kitto was still smirking at the screen. "I'm not gonna loose this time," She laughed.

Kitto would win this investigation if it killed her. Glancing at the clock, Kitto noticed it was time for her to head home and write that report for Ganba.

Kitto pressed the button on the monitor and pushed back the chair away from the computer desk. She looked around the office where Dale and her worked. She remembered when she had started working here with dale as her partner. Kitto was hired because she was offered the job.

Kitto wouldn't have just shown up and asked for the job. But she figured working for the police seemed alright other than working for a gang who were all caught and booked three motnhs later.

The funny thing was, Kitto didn't beleive in good or wrong. She just did her work. If they wanted someone caught, Kitto caught them. No questinos asked. Kitto needed no ifs, ands or buts, she just need the file on the suspect and she got to work.

She had grown up on finding jobs that paid well. If the job paid better than the job she was currently workign for she left. And she knew how to cover her tracks if someone tryed to track her and get back at her.

Because the police had known about her and known about her smarts, they offered her job with a equally smart detective. Kitto had asked what they would pay her and since it was alot, she accepted. She currently hasn't run across any more jobs in Los Angeles that paid more.

Kitto stood, stretching herself backwards as she yawned. She grabbed her bag and stuffed the file of Larry Miller in the front pocket. Swinging the strap over he should and buckling it, Kitto walked out of the office shutting and locking the door behind her.

Kitto had a habbit of locking doors, ever since the day that thief broke into her home. Kitto was six years old, and she was left home alone so that her mother could run to the store for groceries. She had stayed in her room all day hid underneath her bed and hugging a old stuffed cat doll that she charished.

Suddenly, BAM. Kitto had crawled out of the bed and dragging along I.Q., the doll, she stood at the top of the stairs staring at the back of a man she'd never seen before. Kitto began to panic and squeaked as he accidently knocked over a vase.

Her heart raced as the man turned and looked at her, his dark eyes locked onto her terrifyed face. Kitto screamed and spung around than ran into her mother's room. She slammed the doro behind her, hearing that the man began running up teh stairwell. She locked the door to borrow time and ran over to the white plastic phone at the side of her mother's bed.

She grabbed the phone and slipepd under the bed while dialling 9-1-1. She began sobbing as an operator answered the phone. Tears began swelling at the corners of her brown eyes.

"Hello, this is 9-1-1. Please state your locatino and emergancy," a female voice said.

Kitto shuddered as she heard fists bang on the door and a deep bellow rang out. But Kitto did hear the words, for she placed her hands over her ears.

"Hello?" Asked the operator.

"P-please. Help me, there's soem strange man in my mummy's house. Please send help!" She squeaked the last word as there was a huge BANG on the other side of the door.

Silence. Kitto was sobbing as she heard that operator was trying to contact a officer. She cuddled the doll in her arms, tears running down her face and soaking the fabric of the doll.

Please, she begged silently. Don't hurt me.

"Kitto?" Said a soft voice, the exact voice herm other had. "Kitto, dear, are you alright?"

Kitto froze and rubbed a fist across her left eye. "Kitto?" The voice sounded mroe paniced as it called out again.

"M-mum?" She whispered as she climbedo ut from under the bed and placed her hand on the doornob.

"Kitto! Let me in, did he hurt you-?" Her mother asked as Kitto unlocked the door and turned the knob.

She stared up at the face of her mother and tears flowed from her eyes. She dropped the phone and the doll and swung her arms around her mother's waist.

As her mother began crying Kitto thought she smelt something funny. Something she'd never forget. Blood.