Interrogation Room.

A brisk knock is heard at the door.

"You may enter!"

The chartreuse haired coordinator slowly walks in, observing his surroundings before seeing May holding a fake pipe in her hand, and hiding a chuckle, "good afternoon, detective June."

"It's May not -" she clears her throat. He smirks.

"Please be-"

He sits down on the singular chair before she can finish her sentence, innocent eyes glancing up at the flushed girl.

"-seated. Anyway, name please!"

"Drew."

"Full name!"

"You should've said so earlier, Maple. Drew Hayden."

"Occupation?"

"Coordinator. May, did you lose your memory again?"

"Again?! What do you mean, again? And no, this is just standard operating procedure."

"...And how do you know it's 'standard'?"

She flushed red, "I - well, I have my sources, you know."

He leaned back into the chair, staring at the girl cheerfully before slowly saying, "This wasn't by any chance influenced by the movie we saw in Goldenrod, right?"

She pursued her lips, trying to conjure up a response.

He smiled, "I knew it. You're trying to be Brycen in the movie right? I'm blanking on the name but you know exactly what I'm talking about...that Pokestar Studios film with the ending that makes no sense!"

Reflexively, the girl replied, "Mecha cop is a great -" before realizing she had outed herself.

Drew was enjoying this interrogation.

"A-anyway," May cleared her throat, desperate to get back to the interrogation, "where were you when my liechi berry ice cream cone was stolen between the time of 3:45 and 3:55?"

"I was buying groceries at the Pokemart."

"For what purpose, may I ask?"

"Well...I-" the usually calm coordinator was suddenly getting flustered. "I guess you could say it's a surprise…" He inwardly groaned after hearing his own words.

May frowned. Surprises were typically good, right? Like May's Purple Surprise, which Munchlax loved so dearly. But Drew clearly looked flustered. She observed her traveling companion. His arms were folded, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't notice that she was watching him closely. He must be deep in thought.

May would have considered that to be suspicious and almost got her pencil and notebook, before thinking, but it's Drew...he was many things: critical, too much of an early bird, and unappreciative of good humor. But she also knew from time spent in Johto with him that Drew rarely ate between meals. And the only desserts he enjoyed eating were coffee-flavored ones. So...in all likelihood, May concluded that Drew was not an actual suspect.

However, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you cooking...for someone?" She didn't know why she was rather curious, and she leaned forward ever so slightly as he cleared his throat, and responded, "Yeah...something like that."

The room fell silent for a moment. She wanted to ask more questions after hearing this, but wisdom accrued from her years taught her not to press on.

"I suppose you're all clear then, Drew. Personally, I knew it wasn't you. But work is work, you know?"

He chuckled at hearing her repeat that famous line from the movie they had seen. Brycen, or rather Mecha cop, turns towards the sneasel ninja as they part ways, "Work is work, you know? But take heart, kid."

Drew didn't typically indulge May in her attempts to live out life as a videographing, part-time detective coordinator, but this time he rose from his seat with a soft smile, "Take heart, Detective May." He closed the door quietly, and headed back towards the waiting room.

Waiting Room:

The waiting room was locked in a brawl. Leaf grabbed Dawn's shoulders as she yelled, "Let me go, let me go, Leaf! I need to teach him a lesson!"

Leaf's surprisingly sturdy grip prevailed, but that didn't stop Dawn from sending a piercing glare towards the stony-faced trainer from Veilstone.

Paul gave a small shrug, "Troublesome, looks like you better head over," as he tilted his head towards the door where Drew was standing, amused.

"You don't need to tell me that, I know! And stop calling me that, Paul Shinji!" She glared at him one last time, before marching off towards the interrogation room.