A/N: First things first, Lilac's got a few things to say!

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Disclaimer: I don't own GH.

Warning: Um...themes (or theme?). Watch out. It's why the story is rated T, mind you, for moments (and cases) like this. I'm sorry, it just came to me...o3o. REMEMBER, I write on a whim.

Mai's POV:

It's been a week since we'd come back from my grandmother's manor. Everything settled down as much as it could, and we all fell back into our daily routines. I still came to work late, Naru still barked for tea...y'know.

The only thing that changed, really, was the team. Oh! Bou-san did, too. Well, not his pervyness...but...um...er...Bou-san will always be himself. I found myself grimacing at the memories of all his hugs. Yasu and I have even had a chat about if Bou-san's attempt at 'hugging' is really his excuse for sexually harassing others.

Moving on...Naru and my parents both'd stayed in Japan for the sake of keeping me safe. Even though I'd argued and told them I wasn't a child, they ignored my protests and stayed. It was a nice feeling, though, knowing that you had people to turn to. Not that I didn't feel like that before, though.

Even though with all the distractions, (mainly making tea and answering panicked phone calls from Ayako about every, oh, 2 minutes? Yeah, that sounds right.) Seika's message was at the very back of my mind, almost mocking me. What did he mean, the council knew about us? What did that mean for Em and I?

Sighing in frustration, I leaned back into my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose. It was all too confusing!

"Mai, tea." Naru's monotone voice cut through the silence of the SPR office. Of course. Hadn't I brought him a cup of tea not even 3 MINUTES AGO?

Growling profanities under my breath, I stalked towards the kitchen and started the kettle. Leaning against the counter, I waited for the sharp 'brrinngg' to echo through the room.

As I got lost in my thoughts again, I heard the front door open. Straightening up, I blinked and walked back into the waiting room. There, standing on the threshold, was an elderly couple.

Just by glancing, you'd say they were a normal couple from the streets of Tokyo, but upon further inspection you could be the weariness and fear that seemed to almost be carved into their faces.

"Hello, may I help you?" I greeted them politely, smiling warmly. The man gazed at me with dull, life-less eyes and nodded slowly.

"Shibuya-san? Is this his office?" The man replied, his voice rough.

"Yes. Do you have an appointment?" I asked, motioning for them to come in.

"We do." This time, it was the woman who replied. Her voice was soft, quiet and vulnerable; instantly, my heart went out to her.

"Then please come this way." I led them in the direction of Naru's office. Opening the door (without knocking, I might add. I'm such a rebel!) I walked in and gestured for them to sit down.

"They have an appointment. I'll go get Lin." I told him, before he could ask any questions.

After we all were gathered and each held a cup of steaming tea, Naru began his interrogation.

"Now, you didn't really give me any details over the phone, so can you explain your case?" Naru stated, getting right down to business and throwing manners out the window. I gave him the tiniest of glares, before returning my attention to the old duo. The man cleared his throat and began to speak, his voice wavering.

"O-Of course. I'm apologize, but it's just that...'they' could've been listening.

Our story, 'case', begins with our 17-year old daughter.

She was a beautiful girl, inside and out. Everybody loved her, and she didn't have any bad traits.

Just recently, maybe about a month ago, we bought an old, run-down hotel. When we told Iko, our daughter, she became very excited. It was always her dream to own a hotel. To decorate it, and make it her own.

So, the renovations began. Iko dropped out of school, claiming she didn't need it, and worked full-time on fixing up the hotel. Just over a week ago, it finally opened for business. Shikoku, my wife, and I couldn't have been prouder of our little girl." The man paused to wipe a stray tear with the back of his withered hand. After a moment, he continued. "Now, she lived in one of the backroom she'd designed specially for herself, whilst Shikoku and I lived in our house, just down the road.

Though strange things started to happen. Guests started hearing things and things were moved overnight. At first, Iko believed it was just kids playing harmless pranks. Then...s-she...she was...Iko was raped."

I gasped. I couldn't help it! The man drew in a shaky breath, closed his eyes, and continued.

"She...when we found her...oh my lord, it was the scariest moment of my life. Shikoku's, too. She was bloodied and covered in bruises. The sparkle, the life, in her eyes...it was gone.

We asked her what happened, and all she said was 'I was raped by someone invisible.'...and she hasn't said anything ever since. Then we learnt other girls around Iko's age were also being raped, one has even been killed. Please, Shibuya-san, you must help!" By now, the old man and his wife were both crying, and I was too.

"I'm sorry, sir, we cannot take this case. We have too many young females on our team, and I cannot risk their safety." Naru stated firmly, closing his book up.

"Please sir, nobody else would take the case!" The man cried out, desperate.

"Naru, you better take this case or else." I growled at him, siding with the elderly couple. This was a case WE HAD TO TAKE.

"Or else what?," he asked, his eyes narrowing at me.

"Or else we're over." I answered smugly. He glared at me, glared at the floor, glared at me again, before sighing.

"Fine. We'll be there tomorrow morning. Mai, get the address and call the others."

Aha. Mai: 1, Naru: -1.

A/N: *Winces* I have a headache. Damn it. Anyways, I hope you guys like where I am taking this case. I'll throw in a shocking twist next chapter! :D Review for a fast update? :)