A/N: Wow. A second chapter. Doing better than I thought.

Anyway, enjoy :D

Disclaimer: Still don't own this.

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As we neared the scene, I was actually becoming increasingly concerned for his health; the glimmerous fop was only wearing a shirt, which was now sticking to him. Which I had concluded made his well defined stomach more noticeable. I was sort of starting to enjoy the ride; it had been a long time since I'd done something as drastic as plaster myself to a rock star while we hurtled at twice the speed limit on a motorbike in the pouring rain. It seemed to be ending though, we eventually slowed to a halt, and I was wondering when it was a safe time to run screaming from the monster death trap I'd just been sat-

"Fraulein, I know that since you're attracted to me you'd like to touch me for as long as you can, but we have a scene to investigate. You can get off now." I heard his pleasant voice cut into my thoughts.

Stupid fop thought I was attracted to him. Hah. I obviously wasn't. No really, I wasn't. Who would find that arrogant fop attractive, with his defined muscle tone, perfectly kept hair and smile to die for- Dammit brain stop thinking those thoughts about that stupid FOP!

I muttered all this to myself as I ignored his awaiting hand to help me off the bike. I took the helmet off and shoved it into his chest while I shook my hair out. I took his jacket off and handed it to one of the patrolmen on duty inside the scene, telling him to keep hold of it until I was done. He didn't look impressed. Oh well. I wasn't impressed either. I'd left my snackoos at my office. 

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I was making my way back down the stairs, after writing down all the evidence I'd collected, when I heard that unhelpful fop shouting my name. Jumping the last few stairs, thinking that there was something important, and I landed directly in front of him, which he took as an excuse to wrap his arms around me.

I was totally not about to fall over.

I wriggled myself out of his grip, "What is it, fop?" I questioned, determined not to think about how he actually had just saved me from falling flat on my face.

"The Chief called, says he's stuck where he is, and that we should pack up and get the report for him tomorrow." He smiled down at me, knowing that I'd be pleased to know that I sort of got the day off. I didn't want him to have the satisfaction that he'd brought me good news though, so I just grumbled at the patrolman to give me said fop's jacket back.

"I will give you a ride to your house if you wish." He smiled down at me again, that patronising, brilliantly perfect smile, which made you feel like he was talking to a five year old. I was a whole year older than him dammit! He was supposed to treat me with respect.

"Thank you." I replied briskly, "I live a few minutes away..."

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On his stupid bike once again, I decided not to bother with his jacket, as it was still soaked, and I was going to change as quickly as possible as soon as I entered my front door. I gave him directions as he drove, and he seemed surprised that I lived in an apartment complex. I told him I didn't need much space, as there was only one of me. He chuckled at my response while I resentfully thought of the luxurious mansion he must live in. Stupid fop probably had a butler, or a maid at least.

I clambered off the death trap, hastily took the helmet off and handed it to him, which he willingly took. I hastily bade him goodbye and thanked him for dropping me off, I was all the way to the door of my apartment before I heard him calling my name from just behind me.

I shrieked in shock as I found his hands making their way to the front of my waist, bellow my belly button.

"What are you doing?" I screeched, terrified.

I could practically feel the smirk he did from behind me, "I need my jacket back, Fraulein"

I looked down, oh yeh. It was still wrapped around my waist. I looked up at him, and explained that I figured I'd dry it for him and bring it tomorrow, in thanks for letting me borrow it in the first place.

All the while we were talking it over, the rain had started coming down harder, and I actually felt sorry for the fop. He was going to get awfully wet. Well, more wet, if that were indeed possible.

I looked up at him for a moment and could see his heart sinking, probably scared he'd damage his hair or something, never the less, there was something in his eyes that actually made me feel slightly sorry for him. For some reason I could feel my heart warming to this glimmerous fop.

"You could.... err... wait it out at mine, if you like...?" I stammered at him.

He looked surprised by my sudden kindness. Now there was a thought, why was I being kind to him? I would normally like nothing more than to see him suffer a bit. Hmm. That was something to investigate.

"I would like nothing more, meine Liebe." He smiled at me with sincerity, and I had to say it was positively breathtaking.

WHAT?! Why do I keep thinking things like this? It was.... it was madness! Never the less, I rummaged through the pockets in my pants to find my key. After locating it I pushed it into the lock, vaguely aware of how untidy my apartment was and that I only had frozen pizza in there. Oh well. He can't have been expecting more. I opened the door and felt very invited by the warmth my apartment emitted, which hadn't gone unnoticed by the wet fop stood next to me.

"Fraulein..." He started, after following me into the narrow hallway, "You wouldn't happen to have a shirt I could borrow, preferably a man's one?"

I looked at the smiling fop. This wouldn't be too bad, would it?

Rating will possibly be going up for the next chapter, actually, probably for the one after that.

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