ma was still irritated as she stepped out of the building. Her irritation worsened when she felt a raindrop on her cheek. She wiped it off in a huff and dug in her messenger bag for her umbrella as she started to walk across the street to the parking garage.

"We need that witness..." Ema flinched at the voice that echoed throughout the garage. With that irritating accent, it could only be Klavier. She groaned and trotted toward her usual parking spot. She did not want anything more to do with that man tonight. However, her thoughts turned even blacker as she remembered that she had walked to work to clear her head.

"For crying out loud!" Ema was in full tantrum mode as she stomped her foot and punched the air. She stood for a second trying to calm herself. Taking a deep breath she headed out of the parking garage, prepared to walk home. Stopping at the entrance, she dug through her bag for her umbrella. She growled as she heard the rumble of Klaviers motorcycle.

"Oh my god, are you kidding me??!!" She muttered through clenched teeth when her umbrella was no where to be found. "First that stupid case, then Klavier tries to kiss me, and now this. Why can't anything go my way." Her frustration got the better of her as she slid down the concrete wall and cried softly into her hands.

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Klavier snapped his phone shut and was about to start his hog, when he thought he heard a female voice. He cocked his head, but all he heard was the sound of the rain falling on the concrete world. He started his bike and headed down the ramp to the exit when a white lab coat caught his eye. Since the entrance and exit were next to each other, he circled around to the entrance and shut off the bike. He wasn't sure what to make of the scene before him. He had never seen Ema this vulnerable and he had to take an inventory to make sure it was really her. Pink sunglasses sitting atop beautiful brown locks and a white lab coat (can she go anywhere without that blasted coat?). He dismounted his bike.

"Ema...?" He knelt in front of her. Her head whipped up and she stared at him through red wide eyes. "Fraulein, what is the matter?"

She sniffed. "What do you want? Are you going to make fun of me because I'm crying?"

Klavier flipped his hair out of his face. She was still adorable even with her mean eyes and tear-stained face. "Tsk, tsk, you underestimate me. I am genuinely concerned about you. I've never seen you cry."

"Well, take a picture, because this is the last time you will see me cry!" She stood up abruptly and started to walk off. Klavier grabbed her arm.

"Wait, Fraulein, you can't walk home in this weather."

"I can do whatever I want. Now let go of me or I will make a scene." She shook his arm off and took off in a huff. He caught up with her and matched her angry stride.

"You are so stubborn. Please, let me take you home, ja?" He extended his hand as they walked. She looked at it out of the corner of her eye, and slowed her pace. She started calculating how long it would take her to get to her apartment and how wet she was going to be.

"Besides," Klavier continued. "It's way too late for a pretty lady to be walking around this neighborhood."

She didn't think of that. It was pretty dark and she didn't work, or live, in the greatest of neighborhoods. How ironic, she thought as she slowed to a halt, that I work in the courthouse, but I could get shot as soon as I step out of the building. She shuddered.

"Fraulien, did you hear me?" His ocean blue eyes were inquisitive as he put his arm around her shoulder. She should have been mad, but she felt safe, and that was first and foremost on her mind right now.

"I-I, uhhh, no, what did you say?"

"Never mind." He chuckled. "Lets get you home and into some dry clothes."