AN: This is a Modern AU, I think... Honestly I'm not so sure what it is... *Nervous smile* Hee, anyway, just a side note, Cato and Clove are adults in this. And I know its kinda off but oh well. Its called fanfiction for a reason, right? Good, I hope you like it

Clove stared straight ahead as she watched the coffin lower slowly into the ground. Many people there had sympathy for her, and her family. Not that she cared about her mother and father that much anyway. The only one she truly cared about in that family she was stuck with, was her brother, Jason, and now he was gone.

If you knew Clove, you'd know she wasn't one for showing that much emotion. A lot of the girls at her school thought she was a robot because the most they saw out of her was a dry half smile. Some foolishly thought today would be different, and they couldn't be more wrong. She stood still, and muttered under her breath
"My brother... My only one." Not much attention was paid on his death, all they knew was that he was murdered and the police were looking into it. She knew that this wasn't just a simple, back alley murder that happened far more often than usual, oh no, someone had it out for her brother, and she wanted to know who.

It was just another ordinary day at the police station for Cato, new murders got filed in, and they got assigned to other people. He felt like that one dog in the corner at all the shelters, the one that had a bad past, and was known for biting its owners, so no one wanted it. On a lot of his cases, he got out of control, and kept getting suspended, and unlike the movies, no one wanted the detective who never followed the rules. He sighed, leaning back in his chair, bored as hell.

It wasn't that long ago since Cato had his seemingly last case. About a month or so? He was forced to take two weeks off, after getting to rough with a suspect, and his case was given to someone else. He had to admit, he was fairly disappointed when he lost his case, it was the closest he had ever got to solving one. Just to make his record even better, no completed cases. He had been given countless amounts of cases, but each one ended the same, he'd step too out of line, and get suspended therefore losing his case.

Clove walked into the police department, the only real sound was the sound of her high heeled black boots hitting the floor with each step she took. She looked around and most people were busy, if not all, apart from one man, sat at his desk, not doing a thing. She walked up to him
"Can you help me with something?" She asked, not in the polite way though, more in a way that was rhetorical. Cato knew whatever he said, she'd start saying why she was here.
"I'm not sure if I'm the guy you want. Go check up with one of the others. They'd take your case." He looked over at some of the other people, working hard on cases that used to be his.
"Why? Or are you busy here doing nothing?" Clove glared at him, she certainly wasn't in the mood to be pissed around today, even if it meant starting a few fights to get what she wanted
"Listen, Princess." Cato slammed his fists against his desk and stood up, prepared to start yelling at this girl, but then the Chief of Police came in, and gave him a look that could melt ice, telling him to sit back down and shut his mouth, giving her the impression that she won. "Go talk to the guy in charge." He muttered, and Clove walked over to him.
"I need your help on a case." She had her hands on her hips, and spoke like she meant business, it was the only way to make people take her seriously, even though some people thought she looked ridiculous, like Cato, who was trying hard not to burst out laughing at her posture.
"Follow me, Miss." She followed the chief into his office.

There was the sound of yelling for about an hour, before Clove stomped out, muttering a mixture of curses and insults about the police under her breath. That's when she felt something hit her on the back of her head. A paper airplane. She picked it up and looked around to see who threw it. She sighed and opened it up, still walking out. The letter read 'Meet me outside tonight, at midnight. I know how to help you out.' She sighed, looking back at the station. If it meant finding justice, she'd do it, no matter what consequences