A/N: First time writing for those two, and since it's our favourite fragmented German speaker, I finally put my 5 years of learning German to good use!
Feh. I didn't really.
This is going to be a multi- chapter story.
Anywho, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except this idea.
Wet Coats and Complications
"Great!" I shouted, slamming the door to my office shut. "Perfect!"
I'd already suffered the pain of my car not working this morning, the bus driver telling me off for eating snackoos on the bus, and bad weather which had soaked my coat through, now I have some cocky part time reception boy telling me that that glimmerous FOP wanted to see me, straight away.
I slammed my bag and coat down onto my desk in a giant bundle and stalked towards my storage cupboard, hoping to find another lab coat in there.
I groaned loudly. Nothing. There was nothing I could wear over my shirt. I was actually almost hoping that Gavin was going to give me a shed load of paperwork so I wouldn't have to leave my office, never mind go outside.
"Guten Morgan meine Leibe." I whirled round at the pleasant sound of said prosecutor's voice.
... Pleasant? What am I, a fan girl?
He was sitting at my desk, currently folding out my lab coat.
"When- when did you get in here?"
He looked at me in quite a serious way for a moment. "You must be cold Fraulein, your coat ist sehr wet."
"Answer the question or leave." I knew he was internally laughing at how angry I sounded, he came to work every day just to annoy me, I was sure of it.
"I entered just after you slammed the door sehr schnelle in meine face Fraulein, and I would like you to know that I appreciated it very much Frau Skye."
I blushed a little. Ok, so I had slammed the door on the face of the most famous prosecutor in this area, but I knew how lucky I was that I hadn't caused any damage to that perfectly kept face. If anything had happened to his face, I imagine right now I would have a certain few fan girls that had been showing up outside crime scenes recently rearranging mine. Hmm. I fancy some snackoos.
I leaned around him to grab my bag for my supply of snackoos, but before I could get to them I felt the long fingers of the fop wrap around both sides of my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
"Klavier GAVIN!" I shouted, scrambling off him with the grace of a tomato plant. "What the HELL are you DOING?!"
"How I love the sound of you shouting my name Fraulein." The stupid fop said smirking at me, undeniably enjoying the amount of panic I could feel rising in my chest.
"Get out of my office!" I shouted at him, and when he didn't move from lounging on my desk chair, now eating my snakoos I-
Eating... MY snackoos?
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING EATING THOSE!? Get out of my office NOW!" I shrieked at him, I could feel my eyes water from my own anger and I felt brilliant as panic quickly flashed over that perfect face for a second.
Perfect... what? I don't really think that.
He hastily got out of my chair, good. He put the snackoos down, ever better. I quickly picked them up, victory was mine, for once.
"Aber meine Leibe I-"
"Don't touch me!" I screamed at him, cutting him off as he put his hand on the small of my back. I started pelting him with snackoos, which was probably a bad idea, this glimmerous fop was essentially my boss, and here I was chasing him from my office with delicious chocolate snacks.
"Fraulein Detektiv!" He beamed, smiling down at me. Eurgh, this was how he would deal with difficult fan girls. Well, I certainly wasn't one of them, and I refused to back down.
"Miss Ema Skye, please listen to me." He said, his melodic voice singing to me, and I was taken aback slightly as his eyes seemed to be pleading, a look I certainly wasn't familiar with when it came to this man. I let up pelting him with snackoos to listen to him.
Dammit. That's backing down, isn't it?
"We have a crime scene to investigate, which needs- Why are you frowning Leibe? I was under the impression that you enjoyed analysing crime scenes... Forgive me if I am wrong."
"I do its just... well, can't I just do paperwork instead?" I couldn't believe I was saying this, of course I wanted to go investigate, and it was a widely known fact that paperwork and I weren't a match made in heaven.
"Are you sure meine Leibe? You don't sound very certain. Either way, you're coming with me."
"But I- I don't have a coat and-"
"You have a car, do you not Frau Skye?" He was smirking at me. The idiot probably already knew my car wasn't working, he should anyway, why else would my coat be that wet if I'd been sat in a car.
"As of this morning, I regrettably do not." I answered sternly, but this would hopefully get me out of going to the scene.
"No problem Fraulein, I will give you a ride, I have a spare helmet." He was testing me, I knew it, stupid fop. And wasn't driving a bike in the rain dangerous? I mean, more dangerous than it usually is?
When we got to the garage the fop gave me his extra helmet, but before I put it on I asked him whether he happened to also have a spare coat, since I didn't fancy having all of my clothes wet. Unfortunately, he shook his head no, and started taking off his purple jacket.
"What are you doing? You're going to get more wet if you don't wear that."
"Letting you wear it Fraulein, after all, I am the one dragging you away from your warm, dry office."
And as much as I didn't want him to have the satisfaction that he had helped me, I slipped the jacket on, finding it surprisingly warm. If I had mentioned that, I'm sure would have made some sort of reference to how 'hot' he believes he looks.
"I smell like you." I stated, blandly. He didn't need to know that I secretly loved the smell of his jacket, Ok, essentially him. But- mainly his jacket. He chuckled at me, obviously finding something funny with my statement. He turned around and ducked his head to put his helmet on, while he did this I sneakily ducked my head to the collar of his jacket and inhaled, preying that he didn't catch me. Luckily he didn't, but I felt I needed to insult him some more anyway.
"Aren't you afraid that you'll ruin your 'perfect' hair by wearing that?"
He must've not heard me, I wondered how much of a tool I'd sound by repeating it, only louder, when he told me to put my helmet on, that we were already late because of my earlier behaviour. I all but through the helmet at his stupid head. MY behaviour?! What about his absolutely disgraceful behaviour?!
Grumbling to myself, I slid the helmet on, and I heard him laughing his usual foppish laugh, he'd lifted the visor in his helmet and I could see his eyes sparkling through the tinted visor in mine.
"You look like a mini me Fraulein." He laughed, much to my annoyance. "Only with shorter trousers-"
"And more feminine features I hope." Came my muffled reply.
I watched him climb onto his bike with ease, wondering how on earth I would get on it, and dreading having to hold onto him. He let me use his shoulder to hoist myself up, and once he made sure I was sat safely, he grabbed both my arms and wrapped them around him tightly; pulling me so I was pressed fully against his back. I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. I especially didn't like how physically fit he appeared to be, or how much I was impressed by that fact. Bummer.
As we rolled out of the garage he shouted back to me, asking whether I was ok, on hearing my indignant reply, he laughed and revved the engine, much to my surprise. He sped off down the street and onto the main road.
"Aren't you going a bit too fast?" I desperately shouted to him. Wrapping my arms as tight as I could around him.
"I'm going much slower than I usually do Fraulein!" I heard him shout back.
Good Lord, I was sat on the back of a death trap with someone I'm not sure whether I trusted or not, who normally goes twice the speed limit.
"I could have you arrested you know, for speeding!"
"I know." I heard him chuckle to himself, or at least, I think I did. "But you won't."
I smiled to myself. That sounded like a challenge.
I hope they don't seem to OOC.
Rating will go up for future chapters.
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