AN: I'm really glad that people are enjoying my story! I present the next part of the tale now. If there are any spelling and or grammar errors, I am sorry.

Darkness. That's all there was. Nothing could be seen or heard, and that scared Allen. He didn't know What had happened to him. All he remembered was running from his car to escape the bomb, and then falling to the floor. What happened? Am I still alive? He had a million and one questions that he couldn't answer. It was then when he heard faint talking. The voices sounded familiar.

"Look! He's waking up," one of the voices said, sounding relieved. What they said was true, Allen's eyes were opening. At first, Allen covered his eyes at the brightness of the room, but then his eyes came into focus. "Ah... Why is this room so bright?" He had been unconscious for more than a week, and that was the first thing that came from his mouth. Allen felt a sudden headache, so he put his left hand to his forehead. "Allen! We were so worried. After what happened, we didn't know what to think." The injured male looked to see who said that. It had been Lenalee. Lenalee, Lavi, and Kanda were there. They had all brought 'get well' flowers and placed them near where Allen was laying down. "Yeah Moyashi, she's right about that. But we investigated who could have planted that bomb there. Since the explosion got rid of most of the evidence, we are not too sure, but I suspect that it was the same person who is commiting the murders in your case." Kanda looked to Allen very seriously, then continued what he was saying. "Whoever they were, they didn't want you around."

Allen figured that, and it bothered him. The fact that he had survived, amazed him. By this time, he was sitting up. When he looked, the detective saw that he was practically wrapped in bandages from head to toe. Was I hurt that much, he questioned himself. "Careful Allen. I don't think that you should move a lot," Lavi told him. The youngest of the males was quite surprised that Lavi had been quiet this whole time. Allen nodded before saying, "Okay." He looked at all of his friends. "I've figured something out." His voice was a bit hoarse from not talking in a while. The three looked to Allen to show that they were listening.

"So the day before my car got destroyed by the bomb, and I was hospitalized, I had gotten a text from the killer that-" "What!? Why didn't You tell us that," Allen was interrupted by his three friends saying that sentence at the same time. "Like I was saying, I got a text saying 'catch me if you can little detective.' This person must know, not only my personal information, but that I am in charge of the case that they are involved in. So that must mean that the murderer is someone that works at the Black Order." Allen finished his deduction. Lavi, Kanda, and Lenalee took a minute to think. "That...That makes a lot of sense," Lenalee spoke this time. "So it's someone we all know, and that also means that we count as suspects." Kanda continued on from what she was saying.

"Nice. I'm a suspect," Lavi said. He really didn't like that he was one, but his friends were right. Everyone was a suspect. "But we can't tell anyone about this. Who knows who the real murderer is, it might even be me." The red head joked. "Don't joke about that baka usagi," Kanda scolded him. This new information would only cause conflict and misjudgment. Allen sighed from this conversation. He just couldn't think of his friends being a murderer, but everything is against them. Kanda is a very good swordsman, strangely enough that he is allowed to own one. Lenalee is light on her feet from her years of being interested in ballet. Lavi has connections in high places and is practical a genius. People shouldn't let his performance as an idiot fool them, the cheerful male is actually very intelligent.

And Allen, well, he didn't know what he was good at, other than the piano. He knew more than 100 different songs that can be played on the instrument, but that didn't seem like something that You could use to kill someone. Then there was everyone else in the Black Order. Allen tried to calculate the number of people who could be a suspect. That was when he got another migraine. I think I should do this a different time, Allen thought. The youngest of the males looked up when he heard the sound of the door opening to see that Lenalee had left the room. He didn't even notice that she had left. "I just finished talking to the doctor. He said that you'll be able to leave tomorrow." Allen simply nodded. Now was the hard part, figuring out just which one of his friends was the criminal. He didn't like the thought. The thought that he had to put one or maybe even two of the people he trusted most, in jail for however many years. But just what would you expect from becoming a detective. There will be life changing cases at time.

Allen talked with his friends until visiting hours were over. "Alright, I'll see all of you later. Get home safely," he called to his friends and waved. The naturally silver haired male was glad to know that Kanda, Lavi, and, surprisingly, Tyki had been taking turns to take care of Timcanpy. Allen had remembered how he meet the bakery owner Tyki. It was six years ago and he had to settle the debt of his other foster father, after Mana, Cross. At that time, Allen was 18 years old and he didn't want the debt to ruin his reputation. Even if Cross was a total womanizer asshole, he did teach Allen a lot of life lessons. And he was also the reason why Allen knew how to play his cards right in any card game. In other words, Cross was the reason that Allen knew how to cheat and get away with it.

Either way, he was just about to settle the debt when this man with curly messy hair and glasses challenged him. The guy was smoking a cigarette and put it out before sitting opposite of where Allen was. Of course this would give Allen the rest of the money he needed, so he accepted it. In the end, Allen won, but it took more time to beat the guy than it did for anyone else. This had made the 18 year old impressed, so he wanted to play poker with him again. Allen didn't get to have his wish because the guy he faced was gone. They don't meet each other until a year later, but this time, Allen could barely recognise the man. He was dressed up in a black suit, his curly hair was brushed back and there was a birth mark under his left eye that he didn't notice before. Also, his skin color seemed to be darker. It wasn't until the other male had said, "Still have the best poker face I've seen," that Allen realised who he was. It turned out that when they had met before, he was in disguise. "I couldn't properly introduce myself before. The name is Tyki Mikk." Allen gave him a smile. "My name is Allen Walker."

Ever since, they had become very good firends. After being lost in memories, Allen ended up falling asleep. He didn't dream of anything, unless darkness counted as a dream.

Allen awoke the next day fairly early. The doctor came in to do one last physical before letting him go. When Allen first got up, he felt like he had never walked in his life, and didn't know how. After getting used to walking again, Allen dressed in his normal outfit. It was a white, button up long sleeve shirt covered by a black vest. A red bow tie was tied just under the collar of his shirt before he put the collar in Its proper place. He wore black pants that weren't jeans, but not dress pants either. Allen took a seat to put on his shoes, and once they were on, he started for the door. On his way out he thanked the doctor, using a half fake smile.

Once outside, Allen called for a cab, after all, his car did get blown to bits. The drive to the apartment complex wasn't as long as Allen had expected. He paid the driver and got out of the car. It was then when Allen noticed that he had another headache. The male mentally groaned before going inside the building. Some of the staff members came to see if he was alright and if it was alright for him to be moving around. Allen figured that the bombing of his car was all over the news. That meant reporters. He once again mentally groaned at the thought. There we're very few things the detective hated and reporters were on that list. After talking and reassuring the staff members, Allen made his way to his apartment.

The second Allen stepped into his house, he was greeted by his beloved cat. He smiled and bent down to pick him up. "Hey Timcanpy! I missed You little buddy." Petting the cat, Allen made his way to the couch. Out of habit, the silver haired detective turned on the television and put on the news. Allen relaxed into his sit and lightly pet Timcanpy. "It's nice to be sitting in my own place again."

AN: Alright, I think I'll end this chapter here. I hope you enjoyed this. I had to type this up on my kindle, but I'm glad that it turned out well. We learned more about the characters and the possibilities of the murderer. I figured out everything but the pairings. Anyway, hope You enjoyed! Until next time~.