LUL I have no idea what to say, so enjoy the chapter. Our poor Allen isn't too bright.

This chapter is shooooort. Warning: shortness and shorts XD

I don't own DGM, Katsura Hoshino does

When Kanda arrived home, he wanted to bang his head against the wall. No wonder he'd chosen to forget High School. God he felt like an idiot. But he didn't have to time to beat himself up for what happened in the past. Nope, right now he had to figure out where Allen went.

It didn't take long to find him; he was lying on Kanda's bed, curled up under the blankets. His hair was a little damp and he had a different one of Kanda's dress shirts on. He looked peaceful, and almost like he'd sucked his thumb at one point. Kanda chuckled to himself.

That was enough to wake the small boy up. He yawned and rubbed his eye. He smiled, eyes half-lidded, up at Kanda. Kanda didn't return the smile, of course, but he sat on the bed anyway and kicked off his shoes.

"Agent Kanda?" Allen asked.

"Yeah?" Kanda pealed the black socks from his feet.

"Can you…wash my shorts?" He asked, pointing to those jean shorts he had on the night he was attacked.

"Why?"

"I…" Allen's face flushed.

Kanda chuckled, "Alright." He bent and picked up the shorts and threw them in the hamper. "Be back in a minute," he warned for no particular reason. He lifted the small hamper from the ground and travelled down stairs.
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Allen smiled, he was happy to see Kanda again, and happy to know that he didn't care that Allen had no idea how to work a washer. It was almost sweet of the federal agent to care for Allen like this. Though in ways it was almost a father kind of action, Allen still appreciated it. He didn't even care anymore, he just wanted to close his eyes and wait for Kanda to return.

He didn't know why, but he knew Kanda would come right back and sit on the bed. He might wake Allen up, or he might just sit there and watch him sleep. Either way, Allen was perfectly ok with it. Did he already trust the blunette?

The Earl would be disappointed… Allen thought as he nodded off again.

Kanda did return to the room and he sat down on the bed. He crossed his legs and simply watched the young boy sleep. He was looser than before, not being curled up in such a tight ball. Kanda couldn't help but smile. Allen was so peaceful, so tranquil, so trusting.

"He trusts me?" Kanda was able to tell by that quaint little smile on the boy's pale face. Yeah, Allen trusted him for reasons even he didn't know. For some reason, he knew Kanda wouldn't hurt him, not the way The Earl did.

But that doesn't matter, I still have to lie… I know he'll hate me… Allen thought.

"Damn fucking phone!" Kanda shouted, literally throwing himself off the bed. "What the hell do you want, Cross!" Kanda shouted into the phone. Allen shot awake, jumping up into a half sitting half ready to crawl position.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Kanda growled. "Fine, be there in five, e-mail blah blah blah," Kanda hung up.

"A-Agent Kanda?" Allen asked, crawling to the edge of the bed.

Kanda sighed, and without thinking, laid Allen back down, "Get some rest, Moyashi. If you hear the washer buzz, put all the clothes in the dryer next to it, hit the power button, turn the knob once to the left and it the start button, ok?"

Allen nodded.

"Good," Kanda sat down to pull on his socks and shoes.

"Where are you going, Agent Kanda?" Allen asked, laying his arm across his hair covered forehead.

"Another murder. Another hooker, same MO…" Kanda sighed, "I'm getting sick and tired of walking up to a dead hookers. It's…disturbing," he said, for lack of a better word.

Allen peaked at him, barely opening his right eye.

"I don't know when I'll be back, I might not be back; I might have to go straight into the lab to work. So I'll see you when I get back. If you get hungry feel free to use the kitchen, just don't eat everything," Kanda pulled his jacket on and left.

Kanda met up with Cross at the crime scene. It was just as bloody as all the others before. However, it was worse. Cause of death this time?

"That must've been horrible," Cross mumbled.

Kanda nodded. The diseased woman's body was covered in nails. They literally covered her entire body, from her eyes to her toes. It made Kanda want to vomit. The sight was horrific. This young girl, she couldn't have been more than 17, was lying there, dead, in front of him, her eyes gouged out.

"You gonna be ok?" Cross asked. "You wanna take this one off?"

"No," Kanda gripped his fists. "This just makes me want to catch that bastard more than anything, you got that?"

Cross nodded. It was just like Kanda to not back down from a challenge.

"She have a name?" Kanda asked the coroner as he was about to leave.

He nodded, "Her name's Elizabeth Carnel. Funny thing was she scratched that name out on her driver's license and put Libby."

"Then her name's Libby," Kanda said before his feet took him over to the dead girl. Her platinum locks had been died a deep red from the blood. She wore a crown of nails, much like an old torture device. The nails everywhere else though had been bored in deeply so that only the head shown.

"It's hard to believe people do this," Cross commented. Kanda twirled around on his heel to see Cross already getting to work. Kanda sighed.

"Yeah…" he looked back to the former blonde, "especially when they're so young…"

"We'll worry about prints at the lab when Carl (the coroner) removes the nails," Cross informed, ignoring Kanda's sentiment.

"Right," Kanda pulled out his camera and began to document the scene.

Kanda had been right; he was pulled directly from the scene to the lab to help with the whole analyzing process. He grumbled, acting as if he was too good to do this. He knew he wasn't though, after all, where did everyone start?

The hours flashed before the agent's eyes as he focused on his task at hand. All those damn nails, they all needed to be dusted for prints and put into their own little evidence bags.

"There's got to be at least 300 of these," Kanda sighed, taking a seat on a stool. He began slowly, taking each nail into his latex gloved hands and processing the delicate evidence like his life depended on it. If there was a chance, even the slimmest chance, that he'd get a print, even just a partial or a smudge, he was sure he'd be able to nail The Earl.

He grimaced as his bad tasting pun.

Either way, if he could get The Earl's print, then he'd be in business. If they matched, that pretty much meant that The Earl killed Libby. And when they got his DNA, they'd match it to the sample taking from the semen and there you go, one fat conviction to match Kanda's suspect.

He couldn't help but smirk has he turned the 20th nail. The faster he could get this done, the faster he could get The Earl, and the faster he could get back to Allen.

Kanda stopped working. He blinked a few times.

"No…" He mumbled, "back to New York. I don't care about that kid, I'll throw him back on the streets or something…"

He sighed again. God he was so stupid. He dropped thinking all together and let his mind empty itself as he dusted yet another metal rod.

476 nails later, Kanda found a smile creeping onto his face. He found one, he found a partial print. Mentally, he was throwing a party, but he'd never do that in real life. He pulled the print off the nail using that special tape like substance. His smile faded, just to keep his composer.

It may have been a partial, but it would be an enough to get him a match to a print, in the system or not. He quickly left the small room and made his way to the appropriate lab. The male working there didn't even ask what he was doing before he moved off to the side to let Kanda work.

Once the partial was on the computer, he began to search the databases to find something. But that was going to take a while, so he'd have to wait.

"Wonder if I can go home now…" Kanda sighed, leaving the lab to travel to the break room.

There he met Cross again. He was pouring himself a cup of coffee, the only thing other than beer that would keep this agent awake on a long night. The two sat at the small table and casually chatted about the case. Kanda boasted proudly that he was going to solve it soon, as soon as he could steal The Earl's prints and DNA.

Cross chuckled, "I doubt that."

"I don't," Kanda waved his hand as if to say he didn't care.

"Great. Well it's like 6 in the morning, you wanna head home? I'll stay here and watch everything."

Kanda yawned, "Yeah," he stood up, "you know, I have my heart set on The Earl is our murderer, but according to what the kid said, he wouldn't kill anyone."

"Confusing," Cross commented, taking a gulp of the strong black liquid.

Kanda nodded, "One of us is wrong, I know that much," He stopped at the door way.

"The evidence will always tell the truth, Kanda."

Kanda nodded, "Yeah I know," he then chuckled. "Ah, Las Vegas. This city will never cease to amazing me, Mr. Marian."

Cross huffed, "Nor me, Mr. Kanda."

Kanda chuckled and left.

Kanda didn't like High School, and chose to forget it, because...well i'll wait and see if you can figure it out *wink*

that's all for today