Officer Captor scampers into the police department with a folder in tow. His destination is Officers Harley and Vantas who are currently sitting at their desk working. When Karkat can hear the yellow blood's panting, he turns away from his work.

"Please tell me that's the fucking results," the troll begs.

At reaching the end of his run, Officer Captor leans on Karkat's desk for suppport, "Yeah, I got it." He hands it to Karkat before collapsing on the floor.

Karkat carefully inspects it, "Did you read it?"

"No," Sollux gasps, "I saved it for you guys. So for all that is decent in this shit hole read it!"

"Come on Karkat," Jade encourages at her desk, "It's been three days! We need to get a move on already."

Officer Vantas waves her away, "Fine, fucking fine I'll read it." He flips the folder open and reads the results to himself. "I don't believe it."

Jade sits at the edge of her seat, "What is it?"

Karkat looks at her straight in the eye, "It's nothing. Only junk." He throws the folder on his desk, and Sollux groans in frustration.

However Jade doesn't give up so soon, "How can it be junk? Maybe you aren't thinking hard enough? Let me see!" She grabs the folder from Karkat's desk and looks through it.

"You won't find anything Jade. It just says a stab to the throat with a common knife," Karkat replays. "That knife could be in any number of houses in fucking Skaia!" Officer Vantas rubs the back of his head, "How could it take those assholes three fucking days to find that out?"

"Maybe," Sollux mutters on the floor, "they had a lot of bodies to autopsy."

Karkat lightly kicks the back of Sollux's head, "There are enough bodies to delay a murder case in Skaia?"

"Skaia is a big city," Officer Captor argues.

"And you're a fucking idiot, Captor" Officer Vantas retorts.

Chief Zahhak walks past them. "Mr. Captor get off the floor, and Mr. Vantas watch the language," he scorns. "We are a serving the fine citizens of Skaia, so try to act appropriate if you will." The indigo blooded troll walks off into his office.

Sollux picks himself up, "What does that even mean?"

"Like I know, probably trying to tell us to behave 'above our blood caste,'" Karkat sits down in his chair. "I've given up trying to understand the guy."

"Right," Sollux agrees. "I need to go do some paperwork; Jeanie was being a bitch about forgetting it again." The two trolls say goodbye as one walks away.

Karkat was about to ask Jade if she had found anything when he heard her giggle. Now Karkat isn't a funny troll, but he knows an autopsy report is not funny in the slightest. Officer Vantas turns around to discover that Jade had abandoned the file and was focusing on her computer. He creeps up behind her to find on her screen . . . really shitty drawings.

"What the fuck are you reading Harley?"

The woman jumps in her seat and tries to turn off the computer, "Oh nothing! Nothing at all!"

Karkat ticks his tongue, "Tisk tisk Harley, you know that using government issued computers for personal use is a 'no-no.'"

His partner stands up from her chair, "Oh come on! I know that you constantly waste time!"

The troll rolls his eyes, "Possibly, but I'm your superior."

"We're partners!"

"That doesn't mean we are equal, I have way more fucking experience than you do. . I'm your mentor in this relationship."

Jade rolls her eyes, a trait that has occurred more often recently, "Like you teach me anything."

Karkat responds with a glare, "Maybe I should because from what I can see, you're slipping!"

"Excuse me?"

The angry troll turns to his desk and pulls out a recording device from a drawer, "Look what I found." He almost presses the button, but Jade grabs his hand.

"Please, I know that I screwed it up. I'm sorry," she begs, "but I don't have that many friends outside of work. It's nice to talk to someone that isn't always on edge all the time!"

"Jade you should know better than to socialize with people involved with a case." Karkat sighs, "So you've been hanging out with Ms. Lalonde?"

"Yeah a little, she even showed me this hilarious comic that her friend Dave-"

Karkat jerks surprised, "Strider! That asshole!"

"He's a nice guy Karkat-"

"No he's an asshole, and you shouldn't associate with him," the troll orders.

Jade cringes her hands, "You're not my dad!"

"Yeah well who would want to be!" he yells back. "A bratty child like you; putting up with you must have given him heart failures till he died!"

Jade backs off hurt, and Karkat realizes that he has gone too far. He tries to give a comforting hand, but Jade pushes it away and rushes to what he can only assume to be the female's bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later she returns with slightly sore eyes to watch Karkat working on a chart. The troll sees that she has returned so he abandons his work to amend his mistakes.

"I'm sorry Jade, for a lot of shit I said and done. I've realized that I was acting like a loser who can't keep his shit together again and that I haven't been helping you like I was supposed to from day one." Karkat takes a deep breath and gawkily scratches his head, "I want to fix that last part now." He shows Jade the chart he was working on. It has an assortment of faces on it. "It's about time that I fill your think pan with special information about the Felt."

Jade doesn't respond but takes a deeper look into the chart. Quickly crafted, the chart has strange faces of green men on it, "Who are these people?"

Officer Vantas removes the cap of a red marker, "These people are known head members of the Felt. There are fifteen head members with fifteen divisions." Karkat underlines the title, Felt, "Now not much is known about the Felt. A mafia that's been around for as long as Skaia, and has always been opposite to the Midnight Crew."

Jade lightly coughs, "Why are they-"

"Green?" Karkat grabs a chair and turns to the chart pointing at several pictures, "As you can see, these pictures were taken from bits of other photos with different backgrounds. Now I'm telling you that because these guys are fucking liars. They aren't green at all but are actually white. It sort of works with the duality with the Midnight Crew, but Whites are recognized more as being . . good. So as you can imagine that didn't sit well with the Felt. And going back to the different backgrounds, they are all in a special Felt buildings that has built-in green lights. Those lights practically color their white skin."

"That ridiculous. Did they take that out of the Wizard of Oz?"

Karkat smirks, "Probably, but it's a huge confidence booster for their dying esteem. Without the lights, the Felt is on edge." Officer Vantas draws a small line on the picture in the top left, right under the man's hat, "All members of the Felt have these numbers symbolizing their position. The number doesn't really mean anything for rank, but it shows recognition for other members. Every head member that you see here has their own division and members that they control. These sub-members all wear green buttons that show who commands them."

"But who controls the head members?" Officer Harley interrupts. "And who's that in the middle?" in the middle of the chart of green men rested a blank picture.

"Well that's easy enough to answer because the answers are the fucking same, we have no fucking idea."

"None?"

"We've heard rumors that the one in the middle might control the entire group, or he works alone because we haven't seen anyone with a green eight prancing around." Karkat taps his fingers across his chin, "And that's saying Eight even exists, and the Felt isn't just fucking with us like it's all a game."

Jade groans, "And we don't even know if Eight is the head honcho- This is frustrating!"

"You're telling me, I've been working on this since I was a rookie." Karkat scratches the back of his horns, "We need to keep this school train moving. Alright now I need to tell you about the Felt Territory itself. Same size as the Midnight Crew and everything, but the Felt Territory is more tightly knit. Almost everything is run by the Felt." Karkat points to the member with the one, "Mr. Itchy runs a well-run coffee shop, and Mr. Matchsticks is the Fire police chief in that area. Not to mention Mr. Eggs and Mr. Biscuits run a decent diner. The Felt is able to cover every nook and cranny in their territory to avoid the government's help. And that's just how they like it."

Jade leans back in her chair processing, "So do you think the Felt caused this?"

Karkat follows her action, "Could be, except that would mean someone in the Felt fucked up, and the others allowed it. Doesn't make much sense."

"There is the bookstore owner. It is in Felt Territory; which you said was basically run by the Felt. Maybe he has something to do with it."

"I don't think so Jade, all Felt-owned buildings have green lights. The bookstore definitely did not have green lights," Karkat explains. "And why do that to your own bookstore?"

"What about the Midnight Crew? They hate the Felt."

"That's what I thought; except the Crew doesn't care for framing. The killing method was completely in their flair, but they have no reason to avoid us at this point. However, I thought before that they wanted to intimidate the Felt." Karkat rubs his face, "But there was no card. The Crew always leaves a card."

Officer Harley digests, "What if the Crew wanted to be mysterious-"

"Not their style at all."

Jade slaps the table, "What about that SJ guy from a few months ago?"

"Hmm," Karkat clicks his teeth, "We don't have any reason to believe the guy is a murderer. He's only been drug dealing, but I like where you're going Harley." Jade smiles at the compliment.

"Well what if we are wrong all together?"

"What do you mean Jade?"

The woman fiddles with her fingers, "What if it was just a random murder, and someone just dumped the body in the bookstore?"

"I don't think so," Karkat responds while shaking his head, "It's too weird for that, and that would destroy a lot of connections and reasoning. In a city with two or possibly three full scale mafias, random murder isn't likely."

Jade collapses in her seat, "So we have nothing again until Rose's boss shows up for questioning?"

"Yup," Karkat picks up the chart. "Time to do some more mindless work."

"Wait," Jade grabs his arm, "Can I have that?"

The troll hands it off, "Glad to see someone appreciate my work."

She giggles, "Thanks for helping me. You're not a bad mentor when you actually try." Karkat rolls his eyes.

"Thanks Jade, I'll keep that in mind."

AN: Please tell me what you think is going on. Update will be delayed due to me being busy.