Yang let out a tired sigh. She lay on her bed with her chin resting on one hand, watching Ruby as she scanned their entire room with a magnifying glass. She'd been at it for nearly an hour.

"Aha!" exclaimed Ruby. Yang sat up. Her sister had actually found something?

"What is it?" she asked.

Ruby turned her head to look at her sister. "I can't tell you that. You're still a suspect."

"C'mon, sis, this is me we're talking about," Yang pleaded with a nervous grin as her sibling slid whatever she had found into a manilla envelope labeled EVIDENCE. Ruby looked up at her sister once more, before promptly turning away and walking out of the room.

What have we gotten ourselves into… Yang sullenly thought to herself.

Weiss grimaced as she sat in hunting theory class. Ruby had been watching her with those damned silver eyes of hers for the better part of their two hour class, but she refused to acknowledge her or show any signs of discomfort. Frowning, she realized she had shown discomfort with that grimace just moments ago. She'd simply have to accept the failure and try her best to keep her cool.

"Miss Schnee, the answer to the question, please."

Class. Class! Weiss started, on the verge of panic. She had never been in this situation before.

"It is a simple question," her professor droned, "surely you can demonstrate basic knowledge on the subject."

The heiress felt herself begin to hyperventilate.

Her professor frowned. "Perhaps not. Miss Valkyrie, would you be so kind as to answer the question in her place?"

"Mhm!" replied the exuberant redhead, who had been bouncing up and down in her seat with her hand raised since their teacher first asked his question. "The safest way to engage multiple targets is to try to separate them and fight with only one or two at a time. But it's a lot less fun, though!"

Weiss chanced a look back at her partner. They made eye contact, and Ruby's eyes narrowed. Weiss gulped.

As soon as she left the classroom, Weiss felt someone grab her and quickly pull her to a more secluded hallway. When they stopped and her assailant let her go, the heiress turned to see Ruby Rose not two feet from her with her fists on her hips.

"Something on your mind?" asked the little detective, her voice low. "Something about… cookies!?"

"N-no! I was, um-"

"I'm waaaaiting," came her partner's ever-patient reply.

"Boys!" Weiss exclaimed. "I was thinking about boys!"

"...Uh-huh." Ruby did not look convinced. "What boys, may I ask?"

"Er, I can't tell you that! It's private."

"Of course," her partner drawled as she took out a little black notebook and wrote something down. Weiss felt a bead of sweat drip down her face.

"Okay," said Ruby, slowly. "You can go."

With a sigh of relief, the heiress dashed away.

"The plot thickens," Ruby announced to no one in particular.

A/N: Blake in the next chapter, I promise. I know this is short, but I thought I should get some actual content in this story before setting out to write a longer section. As always, review, review, review!