Prosecutor's Office

11:00 a.m. September 7th


Ema saw this mysterious figure. Being around this person felt like she just walked into an empty lowly dimmed bar ready to serve a round of cards with him as the sole ghostly occupant. Though his face was obscured by the dark brimming hat as his direction faced the flooring, she concluded that she had definitely never seen him before. He towered nearly a foot over her, his stance was classy and charismatic. His hands buried deep within the pockets of his chocolate leading to gray slacks. The lightly woven clothing bent slightly towards the shin and landing softly upon his black loafer pumps. The brown blazer bestowed upon his chest obtained broad shoulders, showing great strength, shoulder blades capable of cutting through the fabric. She can tell it was finely tailored, fitting the slim physique and covered the fabric confined to him finely. The tie tucked underneath fine fabrics. Despite his gaze lowered, a helix loop stuck out like a wild thorn from around his right ear lobe, she saw the shape in his form by his leaned back and carefree stance.

'He isn't exactly throwing off the smooth criminal…'

"What are you doing here?!" Her angry mentor threw the words in thick air.

There was a silent tension that even Ema could sense coming from this mystery figure.

The husky sly voice lingered through his lips. "Besides the investigation… I'm just here for the atmosphere and striking a conversation…"

Dr. Toss scoffed, "It's a first I caught you not taunting someone."

He replied in a smirk, "you're quick to assume, Duchess. I already chased the white rabbit into the safety of the high prosecutor's office."

"I'm surprised you're not in there." She bemused sarcastically before tipping towards her protoge, "Looks like we're not the only ones suffering today, Ema."

"There's plenty of me to go around. Consider yourself lucky," His head beckoned backward, a wide malicious grin greeting them, "...you're next."

"Should've seen that one coming..." Her glance exchanging to the young investigator.

"Ema…" she started with little to no enthusiasm, "meet my side helper, if you can call him that. Sure he may have a high title..." She complimented with no vigor, "squelched by the amount of annoyance he can put on someone. We're going to keep the meeting brief, no names necessary." Her hand waving the air in front of them. "I don't see you participating later on with us."

"Abandon that hope!" He hissed, "A new law reigns in this Age of the court. It's dark and serves very rough justice to all. I recommend you be on your guard."

"Your poetry is pessimistic…." She walked out of the elevator before it had the chance of closing the doors. Walking past this dark man, she muttered, "I knew the prosecutor's office was getting empty, but this is just ridiculous…"

Her comment shot through one ear and out the other. Ignoring her rebuke, he retorted, "We're after the same person, you and I… I won't be far."

"You are?" Ema asked surprised, exchanging back and forth.

"Yes, unfortunately…," she huffed before facing the other direction. "Around a year nearly, but up and suddenly you disappear, consequentially, then harass me ever since!"

"I messed around and got addicted… I've had a change… of heart." His canines pushed past his bottom lips, "that's what happens when you play with magic."

His neck snapped and twirled in smooth loops, examining left and right to the investigator by her side. "And look! You've even bought me a little snack…"

The hat twisted to Ema's direction. The enigmatic slow pace towards Ema gave her the heebie jeebies.

"That's called cannibalism… and it is a crime, taboo, etcetera." Toss directed, irritated eyes sizing him up and down. Her hand cut the air, placing an invisible fine line of boundary.

"I don't want you near my student."

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn…" The hat leaned towards her, mockingly, "Secondly, it is not a crime, per se. Some chief investigator, you are." He laughed. "It is only a crime if it were to lead onto murder… or desecrating a corpse in the States."

"Look at the pot who's calling the kettle black..." Toss derisively commented. "Even you have no right to. We are in the States. I'm not looking to get into a debate or fight with you on that subject, right now."

"That's a pity…" He trounced playfully. "One is certainly looking for you."

"Is that a threat?" Toss demandingly asked.

"No…" His voice gaining several decibels as if trying to withhold a joke. Ema could even see his farthest molars, lips sliding across wet threatening canines, "a promise…"

Targets changing, a palpable glare descended upon Ema once more.

"That snack, bring it here." Ema could feel the searing stare behind the hat back on her. Ema flinched. Toss seemed to notice.

"Blast it! Leave her alone. She's been on edge lately." She asserted. Her sentence only seemed to stimulate him.

"Perfect…," he purred diabolically with zeal. Dr. Toss can hear the monstrous thrumming emitted from his throat as his Adam's apple twitched. "When you're not on edge, you're taking up too much space. In fact, I heard you were about to be on the chief…you are loud." He sneered evilly, "You couldn't have asked for a better time."

Fire scorched in Toss's eyes upon the earth shattering realization dawned upon her. "That's right! And you've just reminded me by digging up your own grave. There was evidence stolen in the labs, need reminded, for my investigation! And you! You were the one who allowed this thief to enter! It is your fault my investigation has been hindered. Do you have any idea how long it's going to take to figure out some sort of connection now?!"

"k." His brown shoulders shrugged nonchalantly.

"How dull minded!" She countered harshly.

"Are you done?" He placated. "I fail to see how this is my fault."

"It's all on tape you fool! You and your hat!" Sentences nearly cut off from each other in rage, she inhaled furiously, "I hope you were given a complimentary bowl of soup with it."

"I really do love this hat…" He patted the article of clothing with affection. "I'd hate to take a bite out of you… you're a cookie baked with atroquinone… Fortunately, my emotions regenerate twice the speed of a normal human."

"I don't believe you have any left..." She inquired aggravatedly.

"For once…" He entertained. "you may be right."

"You entered the labs and soon behind you was another stranger that snuck right under your nose." She approached him, "How could you not have spotted him?!"

"I saw no one of suspicion. Everyone ran around with lab coats." He quirked. "You should be blaming security on this one..."

"Don't you worry there." She semi nodded, "I am beginning to tie up loose ends already. Now all is left to cauterize is you!"

"Am I not free to do whatever I please?" His cheshire grin visible to his guests. "I am everywhere... and I am no where."

"A paradox I wish to rid of." She grumbled in annoyance.

"I was just searching for the Undertaker." He perked up, "And I have found my prize."

'Who exactly is this dandy man?' Ema's eyes interchanged back and forth to the feud in front of her. Toss was several moments ticking to a core meltdown while the man in front of her was reveling in her turmoil. By his nearly bent backward torso, he was entertaining himself to his own show. Ema could feel the second hand annoyance beginning to seep in.

"Really?" Dr. Toss steamed, "your little 'search' caused not only my investigation, but the possibility of risking the lives of my coworkers and that of my student!"

Her hand tossed to the side, basking towards Ema.

"Having a bad day, aren't we?" His head tilted playfully backwards, capable of seeing his silhouetted gaze, "but… did she die?"

"For your sakes, I'm glad she didn't." She pointed. "Or you would have ended the same way!"

"I'm shaking…" He derided, "let's look at the damage."

He stepped closer, specifically towards Ema. His tall presence not in her personal space, but well enough to not make her too uncomfortable. "What happened in there, dormouse?"

'Dormouse?' Ema squinted out of confusion more than vexation.

Dr. Toss veered her head to the side, suspicious of what her not so secret admirer was planning to conjure.

"Calm yourself, mortician!" He gimmicked, his breath relatively icy hot. "I would only track her for sport."

As the hat returned to her, capable of now seeing his wide smile, it made her lose her train of thought. She froze in place, her back nearly close to the reflective silver elevator doors. There he awaited for her words to land on his ears, yet she did not answer as much as she wanted to.

"It seems that I've got your fellow's tongue." He breathed, his amused grin grew wider. "I definitely… have one to spare…"

'Tongue…' She shivered nearly feeling the hair on her neck stand on end.

"Ema!" Toss kickstarted.

Her heart, now restarting frantically, beat faster. Her blank eyes faced her superior. "Ignore him. He's just a tail because he can't find his own."

"So…" The dandy man's smiled shriveled, his hands playfully concealed in his pockets. "Ema... you are called by the Undertaker."

"Yes." She muttered to a quasi nod.

"Are you some sort of understudy?" She could feel his eyebrow quirk underneath his hat. Booming, he demanded. "Full name and profession."

"Ema Skye." She was surprised herself that her voice flatly stated on a whim. "I'm a forensic investigator."

"Skye…" he paused heavily, almost as if the word itself stung him. His smile vanished by the miniscule fragmented drop of his jaw into an inept frown though not dropping his attitude. "Are you related to a prosecutor by any chance?"

"Yes!" She immediately perked up by the mention of her older sibling. "She's my older sister."

'How does he know about Lana?!'

He remained transfixed on his interviewee, almost ushering some sort of action or perhaps reevaluating something in that wicked brain of his.

"Last I've seen... she's been doing well." He stated calmly. "Attempting to get back on the force…" He squeezed a breath into his nostril, "… that's all I need to know on that subject…"

He retreated backwards, returning to his perched form. Ghastly, he swirled liquidly smooth by her free side. "I would like to chat with you… over a nice psychedelic makes it even more interesting!"

"Ummm… excuse me?!" Toss interrupted angrily.

Blatantly ignoring the doctor, his closest bent arm flapped in her direction, beckoning her to grasp on. "We can talk about how this jubjub looked like. It's my fault he got in… I should make amends…"

"Well… I" Her nervous and jittery eyes fluttered up and down this taller stranger. "I have a- woah!"

Quick and daft as a lance, his tangled arm, climbed up Ema's side, grinding her coat by the bent of his knee, obligating her free limb in his gentle non constricting clasp. It was so fast was and so quick, she had no time to respond before they marched forward.

"Where do you think you're going?!" The yell stretching to the travelers. "I need her!"

They both turned to see Dr. Toss in a fume. Ema's worried look was not to her captor directly, but to her boss's raging demeanor. On impulse, it swiftly changed to her beholder, who had an amused snark stuck above his chin.

"You can catch up, Duchess..." Before he continued to walk forward with Ema. "You have two legs."

The chief clawed the air in a muted fit through clenched grinding teeth.

"You are not talking…," their steps relatively slow. "Are you not comfortable to talk about it?"

"But…" Ema scrambled. "Dr. Toss?"

"We're all heading the same direction…" He deadpanned. "The world does not stop spinning for any of us."

He was right. Toss was indeed marching behind them.

"How do you know about my sister?" Ema interjected swiftly.

"...My line of work let's me see certain people…" He exchanged. "Especially those who have been in the danger zone."

"Oh…" the forensic investigator muttered close to a mumble.

Despite how bluntly he put it, she was internally ecstatic. Sis attempting to get back into the force?! This is very great! I mean… I could even see her during my investigations sometimes! She was cooped up because of a certain person who manipulated her and stabbed her in the back by trying to cover up his crimes and blaming me! How dare he?! Blackmail! It wasn't her fault she should have been there… but that was a long time ago. Why hasn't she told me yet? Maybe she was keeping it as a surprise?! Whatever it is, I'm just happy about it!

"You seem excited…" He beguiled. "You suddenly got all hot."

"It's… uh…" She squirmed in his grasp. "Nothing."

"The intruder…" He reminded. His hat was the one practically asking. "What did he do?"

"What didn't he do?!" Her arms nearly throwing themselves forth that his ungrasping arm let go.

"First he gets in the lab, knocks out all of the lab geeks, then he steals the evidence they were working on and to sum it all up, he deliberately waited for me to go in my office to take the analysis from the evidence I was given for testing and threaten if I open my mouth, he'll come back!"

She caught her breath as soon as her lungs began to pinch.

"Something your intervention wouldn't have caused either." Toss finally caught up.

"And your perp…" He captivated, "What did he look like?"

At that moment, Ema shriveled in place. Having to recollect once more, she thought she would have gotten used to it by now. With one shuddery exhale, she recounted.

"He had this mask on…" She emphasized, fingers nearly touching her face. "It was black and white with these enormous eyes! He had this long top hat on."

"I can't go much on that…" His words drowned out. "Anything else?"

"He…" She paused in a grumble to herself. Her hands wordlessly attempting to explain. "Had this…"

"Ema… tell the rude man about your situation." Toss added.

"Weird mouth." Ema stumbled. "It had this sort of- I don't know! I drew a picture!"

The investigator stabbed her hand into the bag full of her vials and forensic kit, pulling out a rough sketch of the man or being in question. She presented it, but he did not make a reach for it, only scanning over. He made no immediate remark or insult towards her directly, which came to Ema's surprise.

"Looks like someone needs dental work." He chided. "What are these things?"

He pointed to the dark lower area below that horrible snake looking organ.

"Those were those nasty dagger looking things connected to his tongue!" She interjected.

His head reached closer. "Oh… I see it!"

Dr. Toss added unimpressed. "You see what you've caused?"

"Maybe…" His glance changing to her. "We've got a xeno on our hands… by the scientist's description." He reoriented himself back to Ema. "Or you could have faced a cockatrice! They say his breath is all it takes to kill and beware of his death darting eye."

"If that's true, I would have been doing an autopsy report on her," Toss beamed. "It's not Game Over for you yet."

Ema woefully placed the sheet back in her bag. She wasn't certain of whether this man was joking or actually took her seriously.

"So you believe I've actually seen something like that?" The investigator awaited for her disbelieving answer in a semi wince.

"More than you think." His smirk returned.

Ema wasn't sure to celebrate or be even more terrified. Someone else who actually believed her. Amalgamous of petrified and satisfied innately that someone other than Toss believed her. Dawning harshly on her, this particular case was indeed true. Or perhaps her interrogator is messing with her.

"I'm still waiting for my snack…" He gleefully interrupted. "You really shouldn't play with your food in such a dangerous place."

Toss's squinted suspicion landed on this dandy man. Ema took notice.

"The ones in the bag, dormouse…" He mocked.

Ema finally realized what the man was talking about. The snack bag had been poking out like a drowning victim upon the various vials. She shuffled her hand through her duffle bag and pulled out the notorious snackoos.

"Are you talking about…" Ema raised the beigh brand bag of snacks higher, "... these?"

He lifted his head, just enough for her to see his eerie smile, "Spare me one?"

"S-sure…" Ema released before attempting open the bag. "And this is the only time I put them in there by the way. I was in a rush."

"As divine, your attention must be swift and keen." The divided airtight zipper was a struggle at first, but she managed to open it lightly to pull one out. The toned hand of this dandy man finally escaped one of his pockets, stretched out towards the investigator. She could see the strength in his fingers and palm as she dropped the tiny snackoo into his large grasp. His fingers closed softly around it before oscillating it under his snout, stretching the aroma as fine samples of perfume and cologne, gaining a meticulous scent of the food. He tossed the tiny snack reluctantly into his mouth. There was only one loud crunch.

MUNCH.

She can tell it was entirely obliterated in that one snap of his jaw. A bear trap clinging unrelenting and mercilessly on prey. As the maw of a crocodile, the jaws of life teased her task that normally took her a whole line of dialogue just to finish one!

"Not exactly a favourite on the palette…" He criticized whilst examining his hand, searching for crumbs, "but it was good, nonetheless."

'How would you know? It sounded more like you swallowed it, than savored it.'

"Listen here!" Dr. Toss prompted before taking him away to a corner.

Ema knew this. She was about to release a storm of words that would pass rated PG-13. At least Edgeworth was close to more of a gentleman when he added scolding remarks and lessons either about missing specific points on evidence or crime scene. It would be a while before Dr. Toss would finish her rampage. Ema felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up when she felt a poke at her shoulders.

It was the infamous fop.

"Seriously, Gavin!" She yelled out her stress into one scream. "Wear a bell!"

"Achtung, Herr Skye." The platinum haired prosecutor smiled. "You should always be alert."

"Why are you bothering me?" Ema remained in disbelief, having to obligate herself to seeing him once more in a single day. Her glower targeting him. "Are you following me?"

"I work in this office." He swinged his light hair back. "Perhaps it is you who is following me?"

He bent forward, greeting her a bit closer. "Any other forms of media you wish to do so as well? But your physical presence beats all other forms of appreciation."

"Sorry, diva, but you may keep on wishing." She puffed out.

Again… there's only so much fop I can take in one day.

He did not move away nor did it appear he was planning to. She gave up. This was the prosecutor's office and she was technically on his home turf. It did not mean he had an excuse either to be on this specific floor at this specific time at this specific situation.

"Since you're here." She finished in thought, 'you might as well be useful…'

Her attention turning to her boss whom nearly done with her unleashing Hell to the man in the hat. Fueling Toss's temperament by condescendingly grinning and wistfully looking down upon her from his height.

"Do you know who that is? Have you heard of him?" Her finger pointing towards the taller male.

The prosecutor examined the stranger in the chocolate blazer currently barraged by the senior Investigator. His searching coming to a halt. "I can't say I do." He piped. "Name an album for me?"

'Not that kind of heard...!' Ema's hand raked against her face. "So that's a no…"

"The air around him is thin." Gavin added. "I'm afraid I do not know him."

"Weird…" The investigator continued. "Knowing how much you like to travel and intervene, I'm surprised you don't know around the prosecutor's office so much."

"My fans in and out of court, normally search for me, Herr Skye." He flicked his hair, "not the other way around unless it is involved with crime."

'Great… I have to hang around two fops instead of one…' Ema sadly noted.

"How do you talk to women so well?!" Toss stomped back, her lab coat fluttering backward.

Her rant came to end, but it didn't seem to have finished. The man calmly striding along behind her.

"Simple. " The dandy man spoke happily. "Think of a human and take away reason and accountability." Stopping himself, he apologized. "Correction… I believe most humans are like that."

"I have no time for you…" Her index finger pointing diagonally upward towards him by a twist of her heel. "Your presence here is unwelcome as it was in the labs. We have a mission to complete and you are an intolerable annoyance!"

"No one likes it this cold, Thanadot…" He capered close to Ema and Klavier. "You can protest all you like, but I am head deep in this case. You couldn't rid of me even if you wanted to."

"What's more resilient than a virus or pathogen…" She stated more than questioned.

"An idea." He admonished. "You can find some sort of cure or immunity for the formers. What stays in the mind, especially when well understood, will most likely stain forever!"

Grinding teeth can be heard from Toss's cheek to Ema's ears. Their guest flicked at the proud badges of Toss's elite lab coat, specifically the Coroner's badge. "Snakes intertwined from the staff of Caduceus to that of the Libra of Themis… get ready for more, Lady Prudence…"

"Don't touch me." Toss took aback. "I don't know where you've been."

His voice quivered with delight in his throat, "looks like you have a story…" Without looking, the untamed arm thrusted within his pockets, flicking the cellular device from hiding, "you want me to call someone?"

Ema peered over her boss's face, unsure she could point it out, but capable of feeling it very well. As a mobile device emerged from his pocket, leaning the cellular like a weapon to the side of his face, between them. There was anger in her eyes, but the microscopic hint of trepidation in it. The man was well aware of this and his madness grew even more.

"I have more of a comfortable conversation with dead people." She enunciated grittily.

"Have no fear!" He verbalized. "But I must add that you need professional help if you speak with carcasses."

"I have business to attend to…" She walked over to the Chief prosecutor's office, her hand fastening around the door handle. "Don't catch up."

As the door closed shut, Ema and Klavier were alone with their guest.

"Why are you so mean to Dr. Toss?" Ema finally broke the silent barrier.

Her announcement caught all of the dandy man's attention right onto her. His smirk greeting unwelcomely.

"Do you believe I should treat her with equality?" His husky voice actually grew a bit more affectionate.

"Yes." She quickly answered.

"Fine…" He answered. He registered her comment, recanting it into consideration. "I'll treat you just as her. Would you like that equality?"

Ema grimaced, "...No."

"I thought so…" He grinned before walking away. "She and someone else get special treatment. I really don't want to add you to the blacklist..."

Widely turning on his heel, he smirked once more over his shoulder. "I'm not all there myself." He tapped his hat childishly.

"We'lI be working together soon." He stared off to where Toss disappeared with a smirk, "If your superior allows it. I will see you again…" his voice echoed and just like that, the man removed the hat above his head by the body, twisting his wrist upon its ascent. The flicker of flame that is life but was not fire teetered on his retreat, placed into shadow. His form began to dissolve and steam off, eating the fabric and vaporizing his flesh. The last thing she witnessed was the curls of mist enveloping his eerie smirk before it vanished.

'What the heck?' The investigator's jaw dropped. 'He just sublimed!'

"You saw that too?" Klavier commented in amusement. "Nifty trick there, ain't it?"

'At least I know officially I am not having a nervous breakdown. Or maybe he's having one too?' She contemplated as she saw this man change from a solid to a gas.

"I did." Ema gobsmacked. 'There is no possibility for someone to naturally just undergo an endothermic reaction like that!'

"I haven't seen something as interesting as that." He added, "except me of course."

Ema frowned.

"Perhaps it's some sort of vanishing act?" Klavier snapped his fingers unfazed.

Her eyes rolled over to him, "you mean like the same disappearing and reappearing act where your guitar caught on fire during your concert?"

"Ah!" The prosecutor caught himself as if he was pinched. "Not my fault, Herr Skye. And you know this."

'He wasn't kidding when he said he was everywhere… or nowhere…' Save from themselves, they were the only two souls occupying the hallway. The elevator did not open or close on indication that someone left or entered. Nor did she hear any footsteps of the sort around them. Their international man of mystery did in fact disappear. 'That's scientifically impossible. You can't just evaporate and spread out like dry ice!'

"So we have a magician on our hands." Ema reproached. "That doesn't sound too good."

"Are you hoping that he does not reappear, ja?" The ex-rockstar tuned.

"You said it." She dismissed.

"But you were thinking it, were you not Fraulein?" Klavier poked.

What is he? He must be big because if he wasn't, Dr. Toss would've grinded him to pulp like a mortar and pestle. She said he was higher up and that the prosecutor's office was getting empty. He said something about being deep in this case.

"Maybe he's a detective?" Ema spoke. "But that would mean Dr. Toss wouldn't have brought me in. Maybe he's a prosecutor, but I've never seen him in the office. He must've recently came in."

"International could be a possibility?" The prosecutor affixed. "Haven't seen one of those in a while."

"Wait… he is!" Stoked on discovery, "I remember when Toss was developing the tape at the labs… He inadvertently let the… person who attacked me… in." The detective contemplated. "Where are all these new prosecutors coming from?"

"Should we not embrace all these newcomers?" He graced whimsically, "They've always been there. We just haven't paid attention."

'Starting with you.' Ema reckoned. "Not if it gets me tangled with cases like these. I don't like how he talked to Dr. Toss."

"I miss something." He leaned forward, "please let me in on the gossip."

Bearing with his presence, she looked away, "I know they're working together on a case. I'm guessing Toss is going to force him to find the person who stole from the lab. What a buzzkill…"

"You two were saying something?" The deposed remark emerged behind the two.

"AH!"

"Oh…!" They cried out.

Their dandy man apparently underwent deposition behind them, the steam reintegrating.

"Don't talk about others unless they are present in your face." He advised. "It's rude."

The menacing hat was not on Ema this time - Klavier was on the receiving end. A brief pause made Ema realize the man in front of her was examining Gavin, less grace than he did with her.

"You…" Klavier sensed the loathsome tone the man did not even bother to hide. Flattened hair, ironed by the hat upon his head, arose in hateful hissing wild spikes. Ema too felt the abhorrent detestable growl this mystery man slithered from clenched canines. His contemptible offer to the ex rockstar shriveled Ema's notions of the fop next to her to nothing but a coping comment. "It took me a while… you share his contemptible face..."

The smile had not been vanquished and exterminated. Simply flipped upside down.

"The Retired Rake… I've heard about you. Him. Much more. Let's just hope you are not like that polluted knave you call a sibling. I'll make one thing clear here. Because if you are…" The threatening frown dripped of malice, the brown suit of his body stoic, "I'll use every ounce of my power and authority to see you join him."

He stepped closer and closer, "I've been taught as of late to have mercy… to prove insanity may fit that category."

'That's mercy?!' Ema gasped. 'I don't even want to know what he would have done before!'

"Even a simpleton can prove that only a sane person can forge evidence..." He effervesced.

I doubt it would go far as a bargain…"

'Sprich nicht mit mir, du verrückter Mann.' Klavier grumbled angrily. "You should take the same advice. My brother is absent from your presence."

His heavy singular laugh echoed in the halls of the office, husky and wicked. "Looks like I struck a nerve. I did and will again. Sadly, they won't let me behind iron rods held by reinforced concrete and brick. Not where he is now anyway..."

"All you have to do is stay in line… not too difficult for you…" He stated looking away, "I hope."

'Fop vs. Dandy? It's true what they say, two of the same cannot occupy the same space at the same time.'

Ema could entertain the fact she had seen Klavier frazzled before when it came to simple shenanigans regarding himself, but this was plain torture.

"May I ask who you are in the slightest, Tubalcain?" Klavier managed to break their stranger's line of speech.

His head confidently bobbed back. "Human Resources…"

Overwhelming relief slid off her shoulders as his malevolent presence beckoned away by the steps of his shoes.

'I don't know… He doesn't like the fop either. But I can tell he hates Gavin more than I dislike his attitude.' She admitted.

"Ema…" The forensic investigator stilled. Klavier never calls me by my first name…!

"Yes, Gavin…" She flickered to his direction.

"I'm going to check in who this Trantschtante is for you." Aggravated eyes matching voice, landing right on the man currently evaporating. "You should continue on this investigation."

"Right…"

"If he does anything inappropriate to you. Inform me quickly." He walked off, absent of stride.

The forensics' hand grappled the handle, double-taking over her shoulders to see if anyone else was present.

Empty…