POV - APOLLO

I loved sitting in that apartment, my feet on the coffee table, my cheeks crammed with turkey sandwich. I loved that, one, I wasn't supposed have my feet on the table, and two, I wasn't supposed to have food in the living room. And then, of course, Mr. Wright had to walk in, with a bag full of groceries.

"Feet off the table, food in the kitchen," he said nonchalantly. Startled, I stood up and went into the small kitchen. I shoved the last of the sandwich in my mouth. "How old are you again, Apollo?" He asked me, putting a carton of milk in the fridge.

"Nearly twenty-three," I said, washing my hands. Mr. Wright chuckled and shook his head.

"That's proof within itself," he smirked. I was about to object when he continued. "Where's Trucy?"

"She said she had to go get something for the Wonder Bar tonight," I told him. The Wonder Bar was a pub where Trucy did her magic act every Thursday night. It was Wednesday. He looked up at me with an angry glare. Dammit. Stupid Wednesday.

"Where did she say she was going exactly? His tone was low and calm.

"Sh-she didn't say. Just that she was going to pick up some supplies," Mr. Wright took a deep breath.

"What was she wearing?"

"What does it matter?" I immediately realized that was the wrong move. I answered him correctly. "What she usually does, except she didn't have her hat, cape, or little heart shaped pouch on. She had on her black dress, with a light blue sweat jacket and a hat that almost looks exactly like yours, except no embroidery or button. She looked pretty happy, to be honest. But when is she not?" I ranted. Mr. Wright stopped me.

"Thanks for the details," he said annoyed. He walked over to the coat rack and threw me one of his jackets. "Now go find her."

I didn't dare say anything back. I just threw on the coat and walked hurriedly out the door. I walked down the long hallway, jumped down a flight of stars, and walked outside.

It was snowing heavily; streets, driveways, and sidewalks were being shoveled to no avail as they were just being covered again. Everybody was wrapped into themselves, trying to keep warm. I just shoved my hands into the pockets of Mr. Wright's sweat shirt, finding on of the hats he wears, but without the button. I put it on carefully so my hair would still be sticking up in the front. I began walking down the icy path to go to WaWa. I was in desperate need of a cup of coffee. On the way to the store, I could only think of one place Trucy'd go; People Park. Across the street from it was a prank store. I heard her mention it a while back. She said she wanted something from there. That would be a good excuse when found if found at the park. She would say that she was taking the longer way home so she could think about stuff. Thinking about it got me angry, but I settled down, remembering that down the street from the prank store was the precinct, so I could drop by and say hello to some of the detectives that I've met from previous cases.

I reached for the door to WaWa, and it made a tolling noise as I walked in. The air was warm. I removed my hands from my pockets as I began walking over to the coffee island. I grabbed a twenty-four ounce cup and began pouring black coffee into it. Just the way I like. Smiling, I began my way to the check-out. But when I turned around, I saw that unmistakable lab coat where the chips and snacks section was. I found myself making my way over there, sipping my coffee to keep myself awake. I dawdled next to little miss scientist and tried to figure out what she was looking for. As if it weren't anymore obvious, I reached over her and grabbed the last bag of Snackoos. I heard her sigh.

"Looking for this?" I asked. She stood up from her crouched position and smirked.

"Posing as Mr. Wright now?" She asked sarcastically, grabbing the bag out of my hand. We began walking over to the counter together. I laughed.

"I'm supposed to go find Trucy and I didn't have a jacket. So he just threw it at me," I scratched my head sheepishly.

"I'm looking for someone myself, to be honest," she said, blushing.

"Oh, don't tell me. I know this one...it's the one and only, right?" I asked, nudging her arm. "You're going out with the glimmerous fop, and you wanted to say hi, ja?" I mocked her. Ema Skye was always saying how her boss, Klavier Gavin, had such a cocky, rock star attitude, and I wondered what changed her mind. She punched me playfully on the shoulder.

"I thought he was a fop...but I mean, his lips tell different," she grinned. The cashier smirked, taking Ema's credit card. He was apparently enjoying our conversation.

"Holy crap. No way."

"I really want to find him," she changed the subject. "I'm going back to the precinct. Where are you heading?" She asked, as I finished up paying for the coffee. It was empty.

"People Park."

"Isn't that right down the street? Want to walk with me there?" She insisted. I turned to her and smiled.

"Sure, Ema. I could really use your company," I said. I suddenly wondered if that sounded weird. Maybe saying 'the' instead of 'your' would have been better. I shrugged it off, heading towards the exit.

We walked out that WaWa like best friends. Already talking like we knew each other forever, even though we only met about eight months back and our only ties were the victims she'd run tests on at crime scenes. When she smiled at me, I just felt like walking down the street with my arm around her. In fact, I had to stop myself because Klavier would have me put in a hospital is he saw us. It was the strangest urge I had ever gotten. I felt like my crush on Trucy and urgency for Ema were all emotions I should have felt before, like in middle school. I was told that I was going to be a 'late developer', but this was pushing it.

Ema finished up telling me a joke about a pool table falling out of the sky. I laughed even though I didn't know at what. She realized and laughed, too. I remembered something from earlier. "Hey, Ema?"

"What?" She asked, closely sinking back into her 'leave me the hell alone' mode.

"When was the last time you saw Klavier?" I asked in my defense attorney voice.

"Um, last night. He wasn't at his office at all today. Why do you ask?" She said, going right back to her serious face. I chose my words carefully.

"Just wondering," I said, just to get her off my back. We started walking again, but this time Ema didn't let down her guard.

But I at least knew where Trucy was. I even knew where Klavier was. I knew what they were doing, and I knew they were doing it with each other. No, what they were doing wasn't really a crime, but I knew someone was a player, fo' shizzle. I have to really stop hanging out with the Kitakis.

When I saw People Park, I told Ema that it was time to part ways. I had a mission, but it's not like I told her about it. I made sure Ema was safe inside the precinct before I went into the park. I walked to the gates and looked around before I went any further. On the swings, there was a little toddler with the mother pushing him, and next to them...were Klavier and Trucy. Smiling happily and just talking. They weren't swinging exactly, though; more of a swaying. I walked into the park and kept my head low until I reached the green painted metal park bench. I sat down and checked my pants pockets for some quarters for a newspaper. But instead, I found something better. A camera phone. Smirking, I waited for them to...well, you know. It's bad memories for me, so the next parts might be blunt.

I sat for maybe two minutes watching Trucy talk - I couldn't hear her or read her lips - and then Klavier just leaned in when she was in mid sentence. How rude. But they kissed. About four or five times until I actually saw some tongue. I was almost too stunned to lift the phone for the shot, but I did, and sent it to Mr. Wright. All of a sudden, they got a little too feisty - oh, how I hate that word - and landed in the snow. I was about to jump Klavier right then and there, but I held myself back. Another picture. They were still making out, rolling in the snow. They didn't care if it was a public place or not. People were staring, sure. But they didn't notice. Then Klavier landed one extremely wrong move. I dropped the phone and jumped up from my seat.

Meh. This one wasn't as bad as the last chapter. Review please.