AT: I'm writing this chapter at school, I'm sorry I haven't been able to update more often.

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Naru sat on the edge of Miharu's cluttered desk, swinging her legs to and fro while humming a cheerful song. Miharu didn't mind her partner's good mood, even though she was face to face with the murder scene pictures. She pushed away from her desk, her callused hands covering her eyes. "You okay, Miharu?" Naru asked as she slid off the desk and walked behind the chair Miharu sat in. The tiny clicks of Naru's heels made a twitch under Miharu's right eye, and she tiredly responded, "No Naru. I'm exhausted and confused beyond normality."

The brunette moaned softly when warm hands covered her shoulders and began soothingly massaging the tension away. "C'mon, Miharu. We have nothing to go on right now, we'll just have to beef up security on those women and wait." Naru advised, and incredulous brown eyes moved up to the redhead's face. She remained steady under Miharu's gaze, and even smiled before going on, "What? It's true. We're out of leads and we've got nothing but corpses to prove that the murders even happened. Whoever did this is rather neat and clean, don't you think?"

'Neat and clean' echoed in the brunette's head, and a little bolt of lightning struck her light bulb. Her eyes went huge and she lunged up from under Naru's hands, forcing her chair back to her desk. Frenzied, she started searching through the files scattered on her desk while her partner stared at her in surprise. "What is it, Miharu?" Naru queried even as Miharu started muttering about guns underneath her breath. "Help me, Naru," Miharu urged, "I know that at least one of these women knows how to handle a gun!"

Half an hour later, they stood on either side of the desk with their hands on two open files. "Two suspects," Naru stated as she flipped through the pages, and Miharu responded, "One had motive to kill Tsukino, but not the other two. And the other had motive to kill Tsukino and Aino, but not Mizuno." A brow raised, Naru leaned forward, "Who've you been talking to?"

"Kaiou Michiru stopped in with some concerns about her lover… Seems just a week before Tsukino was murdered, she had a fight with Mizuno and said some pretty awful things." Miharu intoned, reading over Tenou Haruka's file carefully. "Like what?" Naru found herself asking automatically, and Miharu glanced up briefly and replied, "Seems Mizuno has found out that she's sadistic, masochistic, and bisexual. To top it all off, she apparently has some oddball religion. Tsukino didn't take well to the news, and lectured her about her discoveries. Tenou and Kaiou were deeply hurt about what Tsukino said about Mizuno's sexuality. Kaiou thought that maybe her lover got … angry."

"And Kino?" Naru asked, puzzling over the new leaf to the Mizuno Ami she had once known very well. "Kino and Hino might be lesbians, according to Kaiou. She also thinks that Kino has motive because of the argument, and because of another argument." Miharu looked up after she finished, and found Naru on her hands and knees on the desk in front of her, eyes large and her jaw open. "Don't stop there, keep telling me about this lead!" She pleaded, and Miharu scooted back before continuing, "Aino gave Mizuno another tongue lashing after Tsukino did, but not in public. Kaiou believes that Kino had a crush on Mizuno."

The silence filled their makeshift office, the tiny space granted to them because they'd asked for privacy in the headquarters. The evil creak of Miharu's chair broke the silence, startling both officers to their feet with a small squeak of surprise. They looked to each other and Naru spoke softly, "I'll go call Hino in for questioning now."

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Hino Rei had never been so frightened before.

Not only was Usagi dead, but so were Minako and Ami! And they had called her in for questioning! The priestess trembled in her loose clothing, grasping handfuls of her tangled and dirty hair. A week after Ami's death, and they were calling her in for questioning… She hadn't changed clothes or showered since Ami died, hadn't done much of anything. She was scared, lost, and deep in mourning.

At the moment, they had her sitting at a table in front of a large mirror. The lighting was dim, and her eyes stung from all her tears. Osaka Naru, an old friend of Usagi's that Rei thought she'd never see again, was sitting on the edge of the table sipping black coffee. "I'm going to ask you to slowly calm down, Hino," Officer Reinhart was instructing her, "look at Officer Osaka and describe her in a calm even tone."

Blearily, Rei stared at Naru and slowly mumbled, "Her hair's longer."

Naru, a.k.a. Officer Osaka nodded with an upbeat smile and cradled her mug of coffee close to her bosom. "And what color is her mug?" Officer Reinhart queried, to which Rei narrowed her eyes to focus on the mug that was less than three feet from her. It was so hard to concentrate! Her lower lip started to tremble as she noted the color and spoke up softly, her voice quivering, "It's blue… like their eyes. It's bluuuuue." The priestess dissolved into tearless sobs of agony and pain while Reinhart and Naru sighed hard.

"Hino. Focus. What color is the ceiling?"

It took her a moment or two to recover herself, and then she glumly looked up and mumbled, "White." Officer Reinhart pulled up a chair and sat down across from Rei, her fingers neatly intertwining and coming to rest on the table. "Are you composed, Hino?" Rei shifted in the chair, her lashes lowering till all she could she was the metal top of the table. Quietly, she responded, "Yes."

"Hino, we're going to ask you questions that you may not like. You will answer them to the best of your ability"
"Alright."

Officer Osaka moved on the table, her hip just barely touching Officer Reinhart's arm as she quiered, "Now Hino, did you see the arguement between Tsukino and Mizuno?"

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Her long teal hair bobbed and waved as she moved to the pounding song, its rhythm beating against her ear drums. She'd come to dance, and dance she would. All night, Michiru had decided earlier, she would dance until the club threw her out. She just couldn't take it anymore, couldn't handle the grief that welled up in all of them each time they even glanced at each other. Even Haruka was up to her eyeballs in the misery.

And how misery loved company.

A brunette sidled up next to her, and wildly, they began to move into each other. Michiru admired the girl's sleek physique, neverminding the fact that her dance partner was flatchested. It happened to some girls, and those who hadn't gone after surgery to fix it always found ways to make up for it. As the dance got dirtier and more physical, her grief-clouded mind tried to tally the drinks she'd consumed and just couldn't come up with the proper numbers. Michiru knew she was in trouble, but the brunette was so beautiful.

Their eyes locked, and Michiru saw Rei's eyes staring back at her. Big violet eyes rimmed with long lashes. Exotic eyes. The Senshi of Neptune had to get closer to them, and found herself cupping the brunette's cheeks. Their bodies were mingling in slow motion now, and out of sheer curiousity, Michiru kissed her.

The girl whipped away faster than Michiru could see, and when the drunken dancer looked up to search for her, she spotted her standing in the doorway that lead up stairs. Michiru's soft eyes lit up, and she didn't even consider the fact that a blue eyed blonde was home in bed waiting for her. She blindly followed the upturned hand and the mischievious little smile.

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"Watch where you step," Miharu called to Naru as they trekked through waterlogged carpet, "everything is evidence!"

The corpse sat in an odd chair, bent over almost backwards with her arms and legs tied down so securely she must have lost circulation way before she died. Her face was contorted and twisted in agony, and the Japanese male investigator standing beside her was oblivious to her pain. "Reinhart, Osaka, there you are." Gruffly, he waved them through the ring of lesser importants.

"The victim is twenty year old Kaio Michiru. She died from trauma to her organs." He informed them, and Naru tilted her head, asking, "How do you know that? Obviously you haven't had her sent to the coroner." Miharu watched the investigator lift up a funnel with a long clear plastic tube connected to it, his gloved hand turning it slowly. "This was a part of the murder weapon. Whoever killed her shoved the tube down her throat and forced water into her." He explained partly, his eyes already shifting away from them.

"She didn't die from an overdosage on water, sir." Miharu pointed out, and he shrugged as he answered, "That overdosage was part of it. When her stomach was full, officers, the murderer tilted her back in this chair until she was at the right angle. Because there's nothing inside the body to actually hold the organs in place, at that angle the stomach began to slide and crush the other organs. I'd say it was a long death. Probably took at least seven hours."

"How'd you know that? Work with this sort of thing before?" Naru questioned, and he gave them a humorless smile. "No, I just know some offhand things. This is the real Chinese water torture you're looking at."

Both officers eyed their victim, the investigator, and then each other with uncertainty.

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Chang Wufei leaned back in his desk chair, gazing down at the letter before him. It was almost complete, the letter home, and hopefully Papa-L would see enough of the truth in the letter to not see the lies. Papa-D would, Wufei knew, but it was only because their link was much more stable than the link between Papa-L and Wufei. He did love both of his Papas equally, but sometimes, having a father with a career in justice and peace wasn't the greatest thing.

"Hey Wu," he heard Duo casually greet him, and Wufei nodded absently in response. "We really did a number on Neptune, didn't we?" Duo asked, and again, Wufei nodded. His lips curled up in a devastating smirk of glee, and Duo shook his head as he left the room, aaying, "We should work together again real soon Wu, that was fun."

Once more Wufei nodded, and as the door clicked close behind Duo, the Chinese man began to write in his elegant Chinese more to his Papas.