Hello Everyone :D

This is my first Soul Eater Fic ever, so it might take me a couple of chapters to successfully get into the persona of Soul and Maka (please bear with me until then.)

I love forensics and shows like CSI and Bones, so i thought it would be kind of cool to combine the two, idk we'll see how it turns out :D

Reviews would be appreciated so please tell me your thoughts!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater... sad

Enjoy :)

Where the quick witted and intellectual are found musing themselves with books and scientific jokes; there are the not so mentally quick… more politely put, the brawn as opposed to the brain. And in such a state the two are usually found together, giving truth to the old saying that opposites do in fact attract.

October 21st 9:37 p.m

Silver light poured out from under the lampshade and spilled onto the dog-eared pages of a book that was resting in the lap of one Maka Albarn. The room was silent as her intellectual eyes scanned over every letter, every word, every phrase; branding each passage into her mind like hot coals. A quick swish of pages and she resumed once again the stance of pure concentration memorizing every letter, every word, and every phrase on that tissue thin page, until the words would stop and she would have to turn the page and begin anew.

In the room over sat Soul Eater Evans, a procrastinator by trade yet an artist when it came to bringing a melody to life; contorting its shape and tone, tugging on its strings and pitches like some child's play thing until it took the air of something haunting yet mesmerizing at the same time. He pulled his legs to his chest and let his chin rest on his knees, the rough fabric from his pants pressed into his skin with each amount of pressure he exerted down. It wasn't a feeling of pain that hurt necessarily, it was just bothersome. Soul sat in that unmoving position for a couple of minutes before quickly growing bored with the lack of things to do when his partner was in her "study mode." He drummed a beat with his fingers on top of the scuffed wood surface of their table while staring at the tacky yellow and white linoleum that covered the kitchen.

"I'm bored" he thought to himself "I don't want to review this stupid case right now" Soul lazily rolled his crimson eyes to the manila folder covered in Maka's shorthand scribbles. It laid there in front of him taunting him to open its already worn out cardboard cover and send all the documents through a paper shredder where they'd never see the light of day again. He extended a long slender finger and flicked at a brightly colored post-it note.

"Red" Soul noted indifferently "all of the things I'm supposed to read are marked in red"

Bored with the silence and lack of interesting things in the kitchen the teen lazily flipped open the cover of the folder, revealing a stack of papers plastered with post-its of every color of the rainbow. "Somebody has too much free time" he commented thinking about his meister's apparent OCD for things to be in order "her and Kid should be partners" Soul stole a glance at the Polaroid photos painted with grotesque images of dismembered limbs and bodily fluids. Catching his interest he reached foreword and slipped the photos out of their paper clip prison. The one on top detailed the entire crime scene from the street to the front yard where the body parts lay in bloodied pieces. On the bottom of the photo was "Crime scene overview shot" written in Maka's hurried handwriting. Soul tutted at the picture "Death City's sure got one hell of a lunatic on their hands this time around." He murmured sliding the photo to the back and bringing forth the next scene, it was the decomposing body with little markers next to it that showed how long the torso was and such. "Weird" he commented "we usually only use the markers for smaller objects but whatever." On the bottom of this one read "Jane Doe age 34 height 5'4"

"Okay so it's an unknown female, how pleasant" Soul mused sarcastically, bored with the details of their latest assignment he threw the papers back into the folder in a disheveled mess and rose from the chair. He cracked his back and gave a toothy yawn before continuing into the living room where Maka sat reading intensely.

"Hey" he said blankly, earning a short "What?" from his partner

"you hungry?" Soul asked sliding onto the couch next to her; he could hear the springs squeal under his weight, it was like nails on a chalkboard. Maka flinched at the noise and then, after four hours of reading, put the book down on top of the growing pile next to the couch.

""Yeah" she replied suppressing a yawn "take out sound good to you?"

Soul nodded his head and stared blankly at the wall "sounds good to me"

From anyone else's perspective, their relationship as partners and room mates would seem as intimate as a dead fish. Their choppy one word sentences and awkward silences masked the true chemistry that was boiling up within their small apartment. Every minute that passed was either filled with lust or sexual tension. They were both at that age now where it would not be uncommon to see two people in the same place as they, to be having some midnight conversations between the sheets. But Soul, despite his lack of manners, kept to the way of the gentleman…the way his mother and father had brought him up. Meaning that he forced himself to look away when Maka trotted out of the bathroom with nothing but a miniscule pale blue towel wrapped around her slender body. He would save the images and slightly sexual thoughts for later when she was not around.

"Soul…Soul?" Maka waved a hand in front of the weapons face

He shook his head and ran a hand through his snowy hair "Eh oh sorry Maka" he apologized "guess I'm still tired."

The blonde stole a glance at her partners weary face, the bags beneath his eyes stood out against the ruby red orbs that always held her olive ones much longer than they should.

"Soul" she began "if you're tired then go to sleep"

He leaned back and rested his head on the back of the couch "Jeez what are you my mother?" he asked nudging her playfully in the side with his elbow.

Maka scowled and reached for her book, Soul placed his hand over hers and slid the book out of her reach, slightly blushing from the contact.

"Hey bookworm get a life, watch a movie with me" He demanded pointing to their library of movies.

"Sooooul" Maka whined as he held the book over his head out of her reach "give it baack"

Soul chuckled and raised the book higher. Maka threw herself at him and knocked him over with a swift unpredictable tackle.

His eyes widened as her body smashed against his, Soul could feel his face redden as Maka squirmed across his torso and snatched the book out of his stunned hand. Suddenly the book slipped out of her hand and landed with a dull thud onto the carpeted floor. Her eyes grew to the size of quarters as she hesitantly looked down and realized what kind of a position she was in. Soul was pinned to the couch and it was she who was straddling him in a very inappropriate manner. She could feel the soft fabric of his yellow jacket brush up against her bare stomach where her shirt had risen up a bit.

"Uhh-uhmm…I err" she stammered while her face turned several shades of red, Soul smirked and cocked an eyebrow

"Well well what do we have here" he began, his eyes were distracted for a moment "I guess I can no longer call you tiny tits eh?"

Maka's eyes bulged once more "S-SOUL!" she yelled while attempting to remove herself from her position.

"Yes?" he asked innocently "what can I do for you?"

"Kindly remove yourself from underneath my body" she said firmly, trying to control the blush that had spread across her face.

"Well" Soul stated "I would but you seem to be on top"

Her gaze dropped to his chest, the place where she had spent so many nights desiring to lay. "It seems to be so" she repeated quietly

Soul sighed and grabbed a hold of her shoulders; he raised her up and slid his body out from underneath hers. The scythe set her down on the couch next to him and smiled "Better?" he asked

Maka nodded her head and gave him a weak smile in return "why don't you pick the movie?" she said fluffing up the pillow next to her, knowing exactly which movie he would pick.

Soul slowly stood up and sauntered over to the cabinet where they stored their movies, he ran a long finger over the spines of the movies only coming to stop at a red case labeled "The Transporter."

"This one again?" Maka asked "I'm surprised, I thought you'd choose Flight of the Pheonix, we've only watched it twice this week."

"Eh, thought I'd go for something action-y" he shrugged and slipped the disc into the DVD player above their TV. Making his way back to the couch he flicked off the lights and made himself comfortable next to Maka. The opening credits began and Soul could feel his eyes grow heavy.

"Jeez" he thought to himself "the movie hasn't even begun yet, how un-cool."

He lolled his head to the side and watched his partner tuck her legs under her sitting figure.

"You know Soul" she said blankly "us watching a movie doesn't change the fact that you still have to read that material."

Soul groaned "Makaaaa"

She laughed "don't think that I don't know your intentions Soul Eater Evans, I know very well that you did not so much as read one line of the material marked for you."

He puffed out his bottom lip grating it slightly on his pointed fangs "I don't wanna read it, why can't we just go to the scene and do our research there?" he questioned

Maka shushed him and pointed to the screen "its starting"

Soul draped his arms across the back of the couch and let his fingers waver a few inches from Maka's shoulder.

two hours later

The TV screen flickered with static bouncing soft shadows off the walls; a dull snore could be heard pouring out of Soul's open mouth, his fanged teeth glinting from the light of the TV. Next to him Maka laid sprawled out against his chest, her fist loosely grasping a handful of his jacket. Their chests rose in fell with the same synchronization that it took to combine their souls. A small grin played on Maka's lips as she nuzzled her face into Soul's chest, making herself more comfortable. In the morning they would find that they hadn't moved the entire night…and neither could say that they didn't enjoy it.

Eh...What did you think?

I know it's not much of a first chapter but i wanted to show the relationship between Maka and Soul before i divulge into more of a plot line, please tell me what your oppinions are. Even if you an annon. i would love to hear from everyone :D

Thanks for reading :)

p.s.

just a note, i am a very busy person so please do not expect a new chapter every day, i try to update as often as i can when i have spare time