Hey all. I haven't updated this in a looooooong time. The reason being that I had my last year of high school. Well it paid off and I got into Uni, so now I have decided to continue this fic and hopefully finish it and start many more!

Infiltration

Ema woke up the next morning feeling a little groggy. It was not that she had spent the night drinking or anything, it was just that she had a very compromising dream involving herself and a certain rock star/ace prosecutor. She had a deep red blush across her pale white cheeks. She looked up at the roof as if to say "Why god, if there is a god, why me huh, you couldn't have picked one of his groupies or something?" She let out and exasperated sigh and pulled herself out of bed and into her silk robe and headed to the bathroom where she brushed her teeth. She didn't bother with her hair for the moment and walked out into the hall when she smelt something delicious floating through the halls.

"Lana! Whatever your cooking smells great" she called from the hall way and turned to walk into the kitchen before she froze in place. I can't believe my eyes

Standing in her kitchen, with her sister Lana was no other then the platinum blond haired man himself. Klavier Gavin

He turned to look at her when she entered and said "Ahh, have you're finally awake, would you like a pancake Fräulein?" he said as he expertly flipped one.

Lana jumped up when he did that "Oh he's good isn't he Ema" with a smile on her face.

Ema walked over to him and took the pan from his hand and said "Gavin, a word please" she said literally dragging him out of the kitchen into the hallway.

"Slow down Fräulein,I didn't know you were so eager" he said with a superior grin on his face.

"Shut up!" she said. Once she felt they were a suitable distance away from Lana she stopped and looked at him and said in a hushed voice "What the hell are you doing my house!" she said angrily.

"What did it look like, I was cooking"

"HOW DID YOU GET IN!" she said fuming.

"You gave me a key, silly"

"What key! I never gave you a key"

Klavier reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys.

"These keys, ja?".

"YOU STOLE MY KEYS!" she said angrily.

"I didn't even need them, your sister opened the door and invited me right in, Fräulein Lana is so nice, you should be more like her"

"Give me my keys back". Inside Ema was wondering when the hell he managed to get them off her. If he wasn't a prosecutor, she was sure he would make a master pickpocket.

"Only if you allow me the pleasure of escorting you to work"

"What! No!"

"Why not?"

"P-People will get the wrong idea" she said trying to find a reason to turn him down.

Klavier stepped closer to her and said "What idea would that be Fräulein?"

Ema blushed and said "Nothing" a little too quickly.

Klavier grinned and said "The fact that you're afraid of being seen with me, lead me to believe you think our relationship is something more"

"WHAT! NO WAY"

"Really Fräulein, you seemed to enjoy that kiss a great deal last night".

"Have I ever told you how much I hate you'

"Oh but Fräulein, I love you" he said grinning smugly.

Ema glared at him as he grinned and Klavier smoothly said "So, want your keys or not" he said waving them in front of her face.

"Fine" she said snatching them off him.

She turned and walked back to her room to get dressed, embarrassed enough as she was, she felt a little uncomfortable being in her bed clothes.

"Oh by the way Fräulein, nice robe, the bed head look suits you"

"SHUT UP!" cried Ema, running down the hall to her room.

After a less then enjoyable breakfast with Klavier, Ema walked out the door with him, to see that today he had brought his "Hog".

"You expect me to get on that thing?"

"Ja, I do" he said getting on it himself. He handed her a helmet and said "Come on, is the Fräulein detective scared of a little motorcycle ride?"

Ema glared at his and put on the helmet and said "No!" and got on the back. She was forced to press her body up against his back, which made her blush lightly.

"Hold on tight Fräulein" said Klavier, starting up the motorcycle with a loud rumble. This resulted in Ema wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, and her legs seemed to press up against his before he sped off down the street. She closed her eyes tightly, a little scared. She felt him laugh. Damiit, he's enjoying this way too much. She then heard him say "Open your eyes Fräulein".

She did so only to be shocked to see how fast they were going. The trees seemed to fly past. They rounded a corner and she swore he didn't even use the break. Oh god he really was going to kill her.