William showed Tifa her desk and advised her to wait for a second while he would get his colleagues Logan Westwood and Scott O'Brien. Tifa nodded and sat down at her new desk, looking over the phone and the computer. William soon returned with Logan and Scott – and with a huge stack of files. "Tifa, meet Logan and Scott, the rest of our team." He grinned before he dropped the files on Tifas desk. "This is the case we are currently working on. Read the files to get in it, and talk to Cloud about your job in it when you're finished." "Okay." Tifa replied, ready to take the first file from the stack. "But wait." Logan suddenly interrupted her actions, "first, you have to go on coffee break with us. After all, we're a team now, and we need to know each other." Tifa smiled at the man, nodded, and the quartet left for coffee break.
One hour later, Tifa had read half of the files and was well-informed about the current case. She just reached for the next file when Cloud's voice hollered through the office: "Westwood! Into my office! NOW!" Logan rose from his chair, his face pale and fearful, and walked over to the glass door that read "Inspector Cloud Strife", earning pitiful looks from his colleagues. "The boss has a bad day." William whispered to Tifa. "When he shouts like that, you can count on a oncoming catastrophe." "Really?" Tifa asked, frowning. "Is Cloud such a choleric man?" "Yap. And please don't call him Cloud when you are talking to him, he'll rip your head off. Refer to him as Inspector or Sir." Tifa nodded and flinched when Cloud's yelling could be heard, followed by Logan's shy reply. Fifteen minutes later, Logan walked out, murder in his eyes. "I'll kill him someday!" the officer swore. "Logan, calm down." Scott spoke. "You know why he behaves like that." "Yeah, but it's not my fault that…" "What is not your fault?" Cloud suddenly spoke, looking at Logan with a dangerous expression. Logan paled. "Nothing!" he quickly bubbled out before he literally ran back to his desk and returned to doing his work. Cloud just snorted before he looked at Tifa. "Lockheart, into my office." He ordered. Tifa nodded and followed him, relieved that he hadn't yelled at her like he yelled at Logan before. The brunette entered the office and closed the door behind her. "Take a seat." Cloud begged her, motioning towards the chair that stood next to his desk. Tifa sat down and looked at him expecting. "I guess you read about the current case?" Cloud asked, and Tifa nodded. "I read half of the files, Sir." Cloud gave her a little smile and asked: "So, what do you think about our killer?" Tifa was taken aback; it was her first day in that team, and the inspector already asked her about her opinion! "Well…the killer rapes young women, all of them between twenty and twenty-five." Tifa spoke, recalling the facts of the case. "When he finished raping them, he kills them and cuts their nipples of. In my opinion, he uses them as some kind of…trophy." "Very good." Cloud smiled, patting Tifas shoulder. "What else do you think about him?" "He feels a strong hate against young women." Tifa immediately replied. "He always rapes women between 20 and 25. Maybe some kind of complex?" Cloud nodded again. "I see, it was the right thing to take you into my team." He then said, and Tifa beamed. "Thank you, Sir!" Cloud gave her a piece of paper with the words "Login: Lockheart – Password: CRIPO06" written on it. "That's the login and password for your computer. I want you to log into the Police data base and assort a list of rapists that fit on the information you have in the files. And I need it until", the blonde inspector checked his watch, "until eleven o'clock." Tifa gulped; it was half past nine now, and one and a half hour wasn't much time if you were supposed to make such a long list. "Think you can handle that?" Cloud asked, and Tifa nodded. "I'll give my best to handle it, Sir." "That's the right attitude, Lockheart." Tifa quickly left the office, logged into the computer and started her work.
Five minutes before eleven o'clock, Tifa printed the list and brought it into Clouds office. The inspector was working on his own PC, looking really concentrated. Tifa knocked and entered shyly, but Cloud just gave her an absent-minded gesture that encouraged her to sit down. Tifa took a seat and waited until her boss was ready; Cloud turned around in his chair and gave her a questioning look. "Yes, Lockheart?" Tifa handed him the list. "I've got the list ready, Sir." Clouds bushy eyebrows jerked up in pure surprise. "Really? I wouldn't have guessed that you manage it in time." He took the list form her and read over it. "Very good." The inspector admitted, sounding astonished. "You even added the average age of the men's victims and colored those who come in question…I'm impressed, Lockheart." "Thanks." Tifa replied, blushing. Cloud looked at her for a moment, deep in thought, before he handed the list back to her. "Sort out the men who are in question and find out their current addresses. Until half past twelve, please." Tifa nodded and hurried out of the office, her heart beating fast. While she walked back to her desk, the brunette had time to wonder why her heart never beat like that when Johnny looked at her.