SO SORRY THIS IS SOOOOO LATE! I just started my first year at college, so I really haven't had time to do much and for that I apologize. Sorry again. I know- I'mma slowpoke this time around. Sorry. But thank you so much for all of the reviews~! they really do give me a reason to write (Faster might I add)

Enjoy the awesome- *Get's hit by a chair, which Prussia threw*


Ivan groaned as he leaned back in his chair. This case had been on his mind for three days now. After Yao had pointed out the traffic light, he had researched all he could about traffic lights. He had always known the main gist of how they worked, but he wanted to know if there was any way to manipulate how they worked. So far, he had learned that only police themselves could do that, to catch a robber or someone on the run so that they could slow them down at least to catch them. But he knew that. He always had. So if he was really being honest with himself, he hadn't learned anything.

But if that was true… wouldn't that mean that the culprit was an officer? But he didn't know anyone who could have done it… His sister, Netalia, was on dispatch. Maybe he could ask her if anyone had called in a broken light or that one wasn't working? Yes, he would ask her.

Or maybe he would have Alfred do it. He was her boyfriend after all. Yes… he would tell him to do it. He was on the case too anyway.

"Hello? You asked for us?" A younger voice said from the doorway. Ivan looked up with tired eyes and smiled as he saw Matthew and Alfred standing in the frame. Ivan nodded and leaned back again.

"Yes. Yao has accepted your request to be on the case." The officer said with a small smile. "But if you start to feel overwhelmed, I will have to ask you to step back a bit. I don't want anyone getting into any trouble."

Alfred and Matthew seemed utterly shocked. Of course they would be. Matthew had been gone for two days (at his brother's insisting) for illness and Alfred had been told time and time again that he was too emotional about the whole thing. (Meaning he wanted to make his brother feel better. Something about Francis being a sort of big brother figure or something?)

"Of course." Matthew said after a moment. "Thank you sir." Ivan just nodded.

Alfred was still speechless, so Ivan spoke in his place. "Alfred. I need you to go speak to Netalia. I must speak to her about something."

"Yessir." With that Alfred was gone. Ivan and Matthew chuckled at his eagerness to work. And possibly see the afore mentioned dispatch officer.


It was quiet today. Not that she minded. Telling people to calm down and telling them what to do every time someone called, it was tiresome. Not to mention annoying. What was it exactly that made people panic when something went even the slightest bit wrong? It was ridiculous.

"Netaly~!" An (admittedly cute) obnoxious voice sang from the doorway to her office. She smiled to herself before setting her face in a frown and turning her chair around, just in time to have her face pressed into a strong chest in an awkward hug. She blushed a little and pushed the officer off.

"Watch it Jones." She said stubbornly, quickly turning back to the computer and phone to hide her blush.

"Oh come on baby~!" Alfred whined. "You know I hate it when you call me that!"

"Well get over it. We're at work… Jones." She said stiffly. "So if you're here to goof off, go find someone else."

"If I wanted someone else I wouldn't be here, would I? Besides. I'm actually here on business." Alfred said, leaning against the wall. Netalia looked up at this.

"What business?" She asked. "If this is another pickup line, I will deck you. In the face. With a chair."

"No! Really! Your brother sent me to get you!" He said, cringing at her fist. She lowered it. "Serious! Honest to God!" She finally believed him. He always became less confident when he was telling the truth. At least around her.

"Alright. I'll go now." She stood, stretching her legs as she did. She honestly didn't know why she did this job…

The two walked side by side as they went down the halls. Alfred had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his favorite jacket, and his head was staring intently at the ground. Netalia smiled. But quickly hid it when he peeked up again.

"So what is brother wanting?" She finally asked. Alfred shrugged.

"Not sure. But I think it has something to do with the accident a few days ago. Yao said it was a confirmed homicide attempt, and that the driver may not have been as drunk as we thought." He sighed. "I obviously knew the first part, but it didn't even cross my mind that they could have been sober. It's a suspicion of course, but I don't know."

Netalia raised an eyebrow at that. She hadn't spoken to Yao, so she hadn't heard of this. And of course, she had been the one to take Alfred's call. She had never heard him sound so scared or helpless in her life. Now to know that it was intentional, and not JUST a DUI… it made her mad. So mad. Why? She didn't care about those three. She didn't know them even. And since she was so used to the phone calls that she just felt numb towards those types of things.

But she had heard some of her brother's frustration at it. She had heard Alfred's panicked voice over the phone. She had heard her sister crying late at night because she had known them. (she went to school with them or something. Apparently they were nice to her… most of the time) She was irritated that people would be so stupid.

They entered the Lead officer's office and stood in wait until he acknowledged them., which didn't take long.

"Oh, sister. There you are. Alfred, go talk to Yao. Matthew's already with him."

"Yessir." And he left. Netalia stood in silence, watching until he left. Then looked at her brother.

"What is it you need Brother?" She asked. The taller Officer looked to the window, making sure it was shut.

"Speak Russian for a bit with me." He said, switching to the said language, standing from his desk and locking the door. Netalia nodded slowly.

"Alright." She switched her dialect as well. "What is this about Brother?"

"I have a suspicion that a cop may be behind this." Netalia's eyes went a little wide, but she just listened and nodded. "I want you on the mission too. But only for a little while."

"I'm alright with it. I could use some time away from dispatch." Netalia said. "But what is it you want me to do exactly?"

"well to begin… were there any calls that indicated that the light was out before that night?"

"No. I have no record of it." Netalia said, shaking her head. Ivan cursed under his breath. Netalia waited a moment before speaking again. "What else was there?" Ivan hesitated.

"Do you remember the case a few years ago? When we had to go to the bar?" Netalia paled slightly.

"You mean…"

"Da."

"I hate you."

"Love you too little sister."

"Don't make me."

"Who else could? You are a very good actor."

"I don't want to! Last time it ended up on youtube and I…!"

"It will not end up on youtube. I promise. This is a little different. "

"How different?"

"Not in a bar."

"Where?"

"A casino."

"…"

"Sister?"

"How is that any better?" She demanded, putting her hands on her hips. "A casino has more people in it than a small town bar Brother! And being seen as a girl who wants to marry her brother is not a part of my Job description!" Netalia huffed, sitting down heavily in the chair across from her brother's desk. Ivan sighed and cursed silently.

"It will not be me this time." He said. "And it will not be as… extreme." He sat as well. Netalia raised her perfect eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Do tell."

"Alright. Here is what I need to happen…"


Alfred hated it when he had to work with Yao. Not because he didn't like Yao, or because Yao was bossy or anything (which he could be…) But it was because he felt so… stupid around the detective. He could pick up a clue from the smallest things! Alfred usually overlooked that sort of thing. But that was why he wasn't a detective… yet. He was going to one day though! Just like Sherlock Holmes, the Hero of course!

Arthur used to read those stories to him all of the time. As a child, and even now, the thrill of realizing how Sherlock had figured out such difficult things filled him with joy! It was the whole reason he was an Officer. Of course, he wanted to be a detective, but one step at a time was required.

Once such step, being to work with Yao and Ivan. Alfred sighed and raised a fist to the door and knocked lightly.

"Come in Alfred." He heard the older man say from the other side. He sighed and opened the door, coming face to face with his brother and the Detective.

"Good of you to join us. I suspect Ivan wanted to speak to Netalia?" Alfred only nodded. Of course Yao would suspect that. He was always right. "Have a seat then. I have much to discuss with you two." Alfred just nodded again and sat in a chair next to his brother.

"So what's up- sir?" Alfred asked. Matthew looked at him proudly. He was so happy his brother wasn't as much of a dork when it came to work.

"I know it's a bit soon for you two, especially after everything you've been through. But this case is high on my priority list right now because I believe that it just might be connected to another fraction of cases Ivan and I have on our plates right now." Alfred shifted in his seat and Matthew nodded.

"Speaking of which- Matthew? Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes sir. I just needed some rest." Matthew said quietly, almost as if he were ashamed of it. Yao nodded.

"You did the right thing. We couldn't have you on duty if you weren't at your best. Anyhow- I have a few questions before we really get down to business. Alfred, you were driving that night? Correct? A red jeep?"

"Yes." Alfred said simply.

"Alright. And Matthew? You were in the passenger seat in the back with… your older brother? Mr- ah… Professor Kirkland?"

"Yes." Matthew said. "I was just making sure he didn't hurt his head while Al was driving." Matthew explained. "He was out cold."

"I see. Alright. So both of you saw everything? Matthew?"

Matthew couldn't help but wonder why that was directed towards him, but he shook his head.

"No, I didn't really see anything until after the first… hit. So I only saw the second attack really." He explained. Yao nodded.

"Alright. And Alfred, If I remember correctly, you said you couldn't see any form of ID on the car? No license?" Alfred shook his head.

"No sir. I think I told you everything. And it didn't really help much more than that traffic camera." Yao nodded again.

"Alright. Now that that's out of the way, I have a job for the two of you while I look into some things." He said. Alfred and Matthew looked at each other before looking back at Yao and nodding for the thousandth time since that morning. "When You finish, go report back to Ivan. I should be there. If not, tell him I sent you. He'll know what to do."

"Yes sir."

"Now… for the job…"


Gilbert stared at the ceiling. His vision was a bit groggy from sleep and his arms ached from their lack of use. How long had he been asleep? He looked around and saw Feliciano sleeping next to his cousin, Francis, head resting by the said man's hand. Lovino was much the same by Antonio, while Ludwig was sitting in a chair right by Gilbert.

He was reading some sort of manual or something he supposed- probably military training somethings- with his black glasses on. Gilbert frowned, remembering that he had gotten his bad reading vision from serving in Germany back when. The albino smiled and stretched his arms nonchalantly and purposefully put his hand right in front of his younger brother's face.

Ludwig smiled/ grimaced and looked at his brother. "So you're awake I see." He chuckled. Prussia grinned.

"Oh sorry there Bruder, I didn't see you." Ludwig shook his head.

"Sure sure…" He just chuckled. But he stopped as he heard a knock at the door. He looked up and saw who he hadn't quite expected.