Here's chapter three! I like this one more than the others, I think, just because Klavier is so awesomely juvenile. This is the funneh I keep promising! German translation is at the bottom again. Hope you like it!

Ema stood on the curb, staring down at the huge, purple motorcycle. She folded her arms. "No."

"Now, now Fraulein. Don't be like that. Just hop on." Said the blonde prosecutor straddling the bike confidently.

"No."

Klavier frowned. "It's not that bad. It's only a little ways, detektiv."

"No. I'm not going to."

"Come on! It won't be that bad."

"No." Ema turned on her heal, her coat flapping around her, and began to walk away.

Klavier scrambled up from his bike. Two steps of his long legs and he'd caught up with her. He grabbed her shoulders and steered her back to the bike. "Don't be like that! If you suffer through this ride, I'll give you a dollar raise."

Ema sat on the back of the bike, frowning. "You can't do that."

Klavier scoffed. "I'm Klavier Gavin. I can do anything I want."

Ema's eyebrows pulled down even farther. "Classic Gavin right there."

"I am rather classy, aren't I?" Klavier said, smirking.

"You are so pompous. Sometimes I just can't believe—Are the treads on your tires in the shape of G's?!" Ema asked in disbelief.

"Same with the treads on my boots! I found this Swedish company that does it for a pretty penny." He sat down in front of her, throwing back the kickstand and handing Ema a glossy black helmet. He chuckled as she struggled to put it on. "The things I can get girls to do for a dollar."

"Gavin! You can't say things like that!" Ema said, her voice echoing from in her helmet.

"I just did. Now. You have to take your hands like this," Klavier grabbed both her wrists and placed her hands around his waist. "And now, the best part, be sure to squeeze your legs tight around my sides like this. You don't want to fall—whoa, hey!"

As Klavier had put a hand on her leg, pulling it in, Ema had jumped up suddenly, almost tipping the bike over. Klavier struggled to maintain his balance and keep his precious bike from hitting the ground.

"No!" Ema repeated, ripping off the helmet and throwing it at him with vehemence. "Keep your dollar!" She began walking down the street.

After deftly snagging the projectile helmet out of the air and hanging it on the handlebars, Klavier followed her, a wide grin on his face. "Achtung! I was only kidding! It was a joke! I'm not really going to insist you ride on my motorcycle with me, although normally the Frauleins would be paying me for a ride."

"You are a bad person! Just go jump on your early midlife crisis mobile and I'll meet you at the crime scene!"

Walking next to her, Klavier stuck his hands in his pockets, smiling broadly. "Midlife crisis mobile. I like it! But it would be hard to meet me at the crime scene, considering the fact that you are walking the wrong way."

Still incredibly angry, Ema flipped around, storming off in the opposite direction, causing Klavier to laugh even harder.

"You're blushing again! Sehr Nett!"

"What does that mean?!"

Klavier pulled back his bangs, smiling. "I guess you'll never know, well you?"

Ema ground her teeth, deciding to ignore him.

"It's a beautiful day for a walk." Klavier said.

Ema reached into her bag and jerked out her snackoos, munching them angrily.

"Ah, the snackoos. The sign that the Fraulein has gone none responsive."

Munch munch munch.

"Ach, that's okay. I know how to keep up a one sided conversation."

Munch munch munch.

"So Fraulein, what do you think of your new, stunningly handsome boss?" Klavier then began speaking in a high voice with a bad American accent. "Oh, prosecutor Gavin is so hot! O! M! G! I just go weak in the knees every time he's around!"

Munch munch munch!

"Ah, yes, that's perfectly understandable. Who doesn't? He is incredibly good looking. All the girls have that reaction. And a lot of the boys too, but we won't talk about that."

Munchmunchmunch!

"Oh yes! It's just so hard to not feel that way about that genius rock star!" Klavier said in the high voice.

Munchmunchmunchmunch!!

He went on impersonating Ema, obviously enjoying himself. "He's just so cute! In fact, I had a very interesting dream about him last night!"

Munch…munch…

"Oh really now! What kind of dream Fraulein?"

Munch….

Klavier did his best girly giggle. "Oh, well I just don't think it's appropriate to bring up in such company—ouch!" Klavier dropped the voice as Ema chucked a handful of snackoos at his face. "Hey now! That hurts! Those things are solid!"

"Good! Stop being so childish!" Ema growled, feeling her face, somehow, go even brighter. She began walking faster in an attempt to pass Klavier, but he was a lot taller and easily matched her stride.

"Nein. Stop being so mature, liebe."

"And, god damn it, stop saying things!" Ema said, obviously referring to his use of German.

Nodding, Klavier turned an imaginary key in the center of his lips and mimicked tossing it over his shoulder.

"If you can talk like a grown man now, will you tell me about this case? I hate walking into a crime scene blind."

Klavier began mumbling, moving his jaw like he was saying things, but keeping his lips closed. He began gesticulating with his hands animatedly, as if to emphasize his unintelligible story.

Ema stared at him for a second, then covered her eyes with her hand. She tried walking even faster.

Klavier began laughing. "It's just so easy with you Fraulein! I'm sorry! You have to admit, it was a little funny."

"Maybe if I were in second grade, it would be funny."

"So you admit that at one point in your life, you did have a sense of humor? Fascinating!"

Ema scoffed. "I do have a sense of humor Gavin, it's just not as childish as yours."

"Ah yes, I bet. One of those refined humor people. I, of course, would not understand the finer points of sophisticated humor. I could not even pass high school I was so childish, you know. And now, I'm a complete failure at life. Ach! Woe is me! If only I'd had the foresight to be more refined! I would not be all but broke, working a dead end job as a police detective and living in a dumpy loft apartment."

Ema flicked her hair back loftily. "I'd much prefer it to living in a foreign country with no friends, other than fake fans and mooching band members, pretending to be the most cock sure and confident jack ass this side of the pond, and spending my time harassing someone who can't stand me."

Klavier was quiet, as was Ema.

"Ouch." Klavier finally said, breaking the silence. "You really found the belt and got below it on that one. Eindrucksvoll, Fraulein."

Ema glared at the sidewalk ahead of her, expecting more snarky (That's right, it's a word. Google that shit!) comments. When none came, she glanced sideways at the rock star. Klavier was looking thoughtfully into the distance, no trace of his usual smirk. She attempted to glare at him, but failed. Sighing, Ema tapped him on the shoulder, getting his attention. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for and completely inappropriate."

He stared down at her, and then smiled again. "Hey, detektiv, do you want to hear a joke?"

"Um, sure."

"Knock knock."

"A knock knock joke? Are you seri—"

"Knock knock!"

Ema sighed theatrically. "Alright, fine. But only because I feel bad about that comment earlier—"

"Knock knock!"

"Who's there?" Ema asked, rolling her eyes.

"Completely Inappropriate."

"Uh, Completely Inappropriate wh—"

"Sexy vest Fraulein!" Klavier interrupted, grabbing both sides of her green vest and pulling her around and against him, laughing.

Ema shoved back, frowning deeply. "Screw you Gavin." She said, marching off.

Klavier chuckled happily. "Only in your dreams Fraulein."

Ema turned around to stare at him. She dropped the bag of snackoos she was holding.

"Ach, I'll get them." Klavier said, bending over to snag the bag of the ground. He stood back up, examining the list nutrition facts on the back. "Oh mein gott! How can you eat these? These are going to do…hell…to…your…Fraulein?" Klavier looked around in confusion, not seeing the disappearing detective anywhere. "Uh, detektiv Skye? I was only joking Fraulein!" He looked around some more, frowning. Examining the bag of snackoos he now held, he reached in and grabbed one, popping it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. He grimaced at the taste, struggling to not spit it out. "Well I thought it was funny. Ich wiess nicht, I guess."

Sehr Nett: Very cute/adorable (Like a little girl)

Nein: No

Liebe: Love

Eindrucksvoll: Impressive/Bravo

Ich wiess nicht: I know nothing

Achtung: Attention