The soft foot falls and occasional squeak moved through the halls of Scotland Yard as dawn settled in the sky. Alfendi yawned as the edges of drowsiness tried pulling him back to sleep. Hopefully when Lucy came in at her usual later hour, she could make him some nice coffee like she always did, this time with a small extra kick to keep him awake.

When he reached his office, he froze right in front of it. He could hear mumbling inside. An intruder? In the Mystery Room? How would they have gotten in? He opened the door slightly, letting himself in quietly, in hopes of catching whatever criminal in the act.

At his desk, sitting in his chair, was Lucy, awake and already working on something. Her ears perked up as he walked in and she smiled at him. "Good morning, Prof!" She seemed very chipper today, though it was only dawn. There was a sort of glowing aura about her, bright and golden, like the sunrise.

What was up with Lucy today?

"Morning." Placid greeted back, head tilted a bit to the left. "When did you get here, Lucy?"

Resting back in the seat, she turned to the clock. "About 'alf an hour ago. Maybe."

Half an… Unbelievable! Lucy, who was usually tardy to work, coming in earlier than even Alfendi. This was quite the rare occurrence. "Well, have you preoccupied yourself with the case from yesterday?"

"Aye, and I solved it too!" She pushed the case file across the desk, pride evident in her expression.

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. All wrong.

"But, Prof-"

"It just doesn't add up, Lucy. Mr Currence couldn't have done it. It's humanly impossible for anyone to do. The victim must have committed suicide."

Lucy sighed. All that hard work for nothing then. She really couldn't see it as an elaborate suicide.

To quell her mind, Alfendi brought in the suspect, Otto Clarence, to interrogate him.

The wild haired male chuckled at the duo. "Freaky professor, I think you should listen to your girl here."

It was an outright confession. Lucy had been right on the mark, even with how utterly unbelievable the whole situation sounded. The fact that the criminal felt no remorse or guilt, not even fear of being locked up, was strange to Alfendi.

"See, Prof? And you thought I were wrong!" Lucy gave a small, mischievous grin.

Potty scoffed, "Just ridiculous luck, that's what it is!" Ready to snap at the constable for her defiance, he glared at her and growled. Something about her odd joy pushed his aggravation away though.

She laughed, melting his anger into pride. Lucy should enjoy her victory. After all, she hasn't had a real one in a while. She deserved this. "How did you know, Lucy? How did you know Otto was really the murderer?" He asked.

"I saw them, Prof. The gang he were in, they tried attacking me this morning." She said it like it was a common occurrence.

"T-Tried?"

She shrugged, "I fought them off and got away."

Again, like it was normal to get jumped by a group of thugs. Like she and everyone else had something like that happen everyday.

"I 'ad my suspicions about Otto, so when they tried stopping me, I got t'information out of them."

"Impossible. You knocked them out all by yourself?"

She shrugged again, with her bright smile unwavering, "I guess I were just lucky."

Right.

Lucky Lucy.