Thanks to all the reviewers...you really made my day...OMG...I had this chapter written out...and then...i reread it..and I thought it sucked...so I rewrote it with another completely differnt story...but I thought that sucked also...and than...I reverted it back to the original...and yet...I still thought it sucked...so finally I came up with a better plot...and finally...I have a chapter 4 to present to you...hope you enjoy...and MERRY CHRISTMAS! and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Chapter 4: Scene of Crime & ANYC

"Happy New Year!" Suki yelled into Katara's ear, awakening the poor girl and making her fall off the bed with a loud 'oomph!'

"Suki, did you have to do that?" Katara asked, while getting up from her the cold floor and rubbing her head.

"Katara, you're coming with Sokka, Jet, and me to the Annual New York New Year Concert (a/n: made up…don't kill me) right?" Suki questioned as she watched Katara struggle around, trying to find her clothes.

"I don't know," Katara replied, as she located a pair of white socks in the bottom of her drawer, "I still have to go to work today."

"But Katara, you have to come!" Suki whined, "You know the only reason Jet will agree to go will be because you're going!"

"I'll see if I can make it," was Katara's reply, "I gotta change now, or I'm gonna be late for work, Suki!"

"But Katar-"

"I said I'll think about it!"

"Fine," Suki grumbled, and closed the door, letting Katara finally having the privacy to change.

"I got you some coffee," was the first thing Katara heard once she stepped into her office. Haru was sitting in her chair, his feet on the desk, with two mugs in his hand.

"How thoughtful of you," Katara replied sweetly, even though she really wasn't much of a morning person.

"Hey, I think we should bring the suspect to the scene of the crime today," Haru suggested, and Katara almost choked on her drink.

"Yeah, I guess," she replied weakly. She really didn't think she was ready to go back to Aang's house again. She knew she shouldn't have taken the case. Not to mention, she would have to be dealing with Zuko…again.

"Get up," a gruff man interrupted Zuko's sleep as Zuko slowly opened his eyes. Zuko growled as the strong built man grabbed him roughly by the collar and hauled him outside his cell. With a strong yank, Zuko got away from the man's grasp.

"Touch me one more time, and you won't be coming back to work tomorrow," Zuko threatened. It was an empty bluff, but by the looks on the man's face, Zuko knew he had achieved in scaring the man. It felt good to be powerful.

"T-they are requesting for you," the big man stuttered out.

"Who's they?" Zuko growled back viciously.

"Us," a cold voice replied back. Zuko's head snapped up and he glared at the confident looking Haru. Katara was behind him, but she seemed to be trying to avoid her eyes from his glare, concentrating on anything but him. Currently, she seemed to find wall very intriguing.

"We're taking you somewhere today," Haru explained, and without waiting for any reaction from Zuko, he went up and snapped cufflinks onto Zuko's hands.

Zuko roared and lunged himself at Haru, but Haru jumped back from him as though he were some wild animal.

"Zuko…"Katara's voice suddenly piped up from nowhere. It was a small whisper, and a bit nervous too.

"What?" Zuko snarled. He wasn't going to be softened up by some peasant girl.

"Just cooperate, and it will be over soon," Katara replied, shrinking into the darkness even more.

"What if I don't want to!" Zuko retorted back, obviously already in a very bad mood.

"Please…"

"No!"

"Just cooperate!" Katara yelled, suddenly stepping out into the light, a new intensity in her eyes. She was annoyed, and Zuko seemed to be pushing her over the edge.

Even Zuko was smart enough to know not to anger someone who had the power over him at the moment. "Fine," he grumbled, rising from his position on the ground and following Katara out the door, with Haru behind him.

The first 5 minutes of the ride were silent. Haru drove at the wheel, and Katara sat next to him, focusing on the road ahead. She didn't dare glance back. Zuko sat behind them, cuff links still around his hand, and a window separating the him from the two officers. There was a small hole in the glass, which allowed them to communicate.

"Where are you taking me!" Zuko finally spoke out. Wow, talk about a great conversation starter.

"A place that only we need to know of!" Katara snapped back. Obviously, she hadn't exactly calmed down from the earlier quarrel in the cell.

"I asked you where?" Zuko growled out again. He wasn't going to back down that easily, no matter what position he was in.

"I already told yo-"

"Where taking you to General Jayle's place," Haru suddenly interfered. He knew Zuko would keep asking and Katara would keep refusing to tell him. There was no point in the argument. Zuko would find out anyways when they got there.

"Haru!" Katara now turned her anger on the person sitting next to her. "What was that for?"

"Calm down, Katara," Haru tried to reason, "he was going to find out anyway."

"Whatever," Katara replied, slouching back into her chair. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she knew she had lost the fight.

Zuko also sat back in his seat, satisfied he had gotten his answer. He always won…always.

Katara had to look away when Haru pulled into the driveway of Aang's home. She breathed in deeply three times before she could will herself to step out onto the gloomy property that once belonged to her best friend. Everything seemed paler and drained of color then it had when she last visited…when he had still been alive.

"So...this was where he lived," Zuko was making snide remarks in the back, "I would have pictured a bigger place."

Katara chose to ignore the comment, since she knew that Aang's estate was one of the biggest owned resident properties in the city. She could even make a safe bet that Zuko's house was a bit smaller than Aang's. Tossing the thought aside, she made her way inside the house, with Haru dragging a reluctant Zuko behind her.

The door made a loud groan as Katara pushed it open, and stepped into the dark house. It seemed like it had been abandoned for centuries, and a thick coat of dust already covered mostly everything.

Katara used her bare hand and traced her fingertips over a picture hanging on the wall. She knew she shouldn't, since it would destroy any potential evidence, but yet, she couldn't help it. The picture was a picture of Aang in a park, with ice cream all over himself. Katara was sitting next to him on the park bench and she was laughing at him. Sokka had taken the picture of the two on Aang's 20th birthday, exactly a year after he had "saved the world."

"Hey, Katara! Watcha looking a-oh," Haru said as he realized Katara staring intensely at the dust covered picture.

"Come on, the sooner we get out of this place, the better," Katara muttered bitterly as she turned around and headed into the living room, where the murder had occurred. Haru stared after her, unsure how he could comfort her. Zuko, on the other hand, just brushed past Haru and followed Katara into the living room. This place gave him the creeps anyways.

"Was it a break-in?" Zuko asked when he walked into the room. Katara was kneeling on the ground. She refused to cry and break down all over again, but anyone could see the pain in her eyes.

"No," Katara forced out, trying her best not to make it a choked sob. "There wasn't any sign of a broken window or lock."

"Then, it's obvious," Zuko stated.

"What is?"

"The murderer knew the General,"

"Are you hinting that means that you couldn't possibly be the murderer?" Katara said, standing up again and glaring at Zuko.

"No, I'm just stating the facts," Zuko replied, returning the glare.

"Anything's possible. For all you know, Aang may have opened the door and you-I mean, the murderer may have pointed a gun straight in his face and told him to open the door. That way, it wouldn't have looked like a forced entry!" Katara knew it was a petty excuse, but right now, she wanted to blame everything on Zuko, the only suspect she had in custody at the moment.

"Do you really believe that?" Zuko answered calmly, "Do you really think your best friend was that stupid?"

"Well…no" Katara had to admit, "But there are the possibilities!"

"Seriously, Katara, do you really think that's true?" Zuko asked again.

Katara hesitated. "I-I" Katara wasn't sure what to answer….why did he always have to put her in this position?

"Yes?"

"I-"

"Katara!" Haru's voice cut through from outside the living room, saving Katara from her current predicament of answering Zuko's question.

"What?" she asked, a bit harsher than she had expected it to come out.

"I-I'm going to go upstairs to see if I can find anything? You want me to take Zuko with me?" Haru asked, concern in his tone.

"No, I can handle him," Katara replied, earning a snort from Zuko. It was rare to see him laugh, but Katara didn't even think about that. All she knew was that he was laughing at her. That git.

"Did they find any gunpowder?" Zuko asked, walking around the room.

"No…" Katara replied.

"Then, the murder weapon was something sharp…maybe a knife."

"Who's the investigator, you or me!" Katara snapped.

"I'm just stating the obvious."

"How do you know all this?"

Zuko gave a sly smile, "Trust me, I would know of the techniques of murder." He smirked at Katara's face.

"You-you," Katara couldn't find the right words.

"Don't worry," Zuko said, "I don't do it often."

"Doesn't mean you don't do it at all," Katara muttered.

"I do what's necessary," Zuko growled.

"Doesn't make it right, either!" Katara retorted.

Zuko just turned around, and Katara sighed. This was going nowhere. She had hoped that if she bought Zuko to the scene of the crime, he might become panicked and give something away. But no, he was actually helping her…in a way. Of course, she knew that Aang probably knew the murderer and she knew that the murder weapon was probably something sharp, but yet, she couldn't seem to believe Zuko would reveal these facts to her…since he was the prime suspect in the case.

She didn't know what happened next, but the next words came out of her mouth before she could even think what she was saying, "Hey, Zuko, do you think it was an inside job?"

"I thought you didn't like me being the investigator," Zuko replied, his back still facing Katara.

"I know," Katara looked down. "I…just wanted to know your opinion."

"There are the possibilities," Zuko quoted Katara, mocking her. Boy, did this man hold grudges.

"Fine, if you don't want to give me your opini-"

"I don't think it was an inside job at all." Zuko suddenly said.

"Wha-why?" Katara asked.

"Because, he was murdered on Christmas Eve, and all of his workers had the day off on Christmas Eve."

"How did you know tha-"

"My sister told me-she watches the news. If it was me, and one of my workers came up to my door at night when they clearly had the day off, I would think it a bit weird and would be cautious. I mean, I know most of my workers are either scared or despise me. They would gladly take a day off and not come near me at all."

"Well, Aang's not like yo-"

"Stop interrupting me! Now, I'm just saying, it would be weird if the General had let one of his workers inside his estate just like that. I mean, seriously, someone you hire doesn't visit you on the holidays. It's common sense, logic."

"Don't think your off the hook," Katara grumbled, because she couldn't find any excuse to counter his logic.

"Can we go now?" Zuko asked, already heading for the door. That spoiled brat. He acted as though he was the boss here.

"Fine," Katara replied, and called Haru. This trip hadn't helped unravel the case at all. Suddenly, the tune to dirty little secret sounded in her pocket, and Zuko watched amused as Katara jumped up and quickly took out her cell phone.

"Hello?" Katara spoke into the phone. "Suki? What, it started already! But, it's only three! No way! Well, I'm still at Aang's place! No, I'll be there! Tell Jet to stay! I don't know if he's gonna be with me! I know they don't let anyone in once the concert has started! I don't know if I'll make it! I'll try, kay? Alright. Bye." Katara hung up her phone as Haru came down the stairs.

"Haru!" Katara said, "You know the ANYC? (short for the Annual New Yea Concert) How long will it take to get there if we drop Zuko off at the NYPD first?"

"I don't know," Haru replied, a bit puzzled at the sudden urgency in Katara's voice, "at least 30 minutes. But, if we go straight from here, probably only five."

"The concert starts in ten minutes, and they won't let anyone in once it starts. I promised my friend I would be there, do you think you could take me?" Katara questioned.

"Actually," Haru replied, "I also promised some friends that I would be there, and I had actually hoped you would drive Zuko and the patrol car back to the NYPD after dropping me off…"

"Seriously? But, then, what do we do?"

"Should we just take Zuko with us?" Haru suggested, and glanced at Zuko, who was silently standing next to the two partners.

"I don't know," Katara answered unsurely. Would it be safe? She knew Suki, Sokka, and Jet would kill her if she didn't go. She couldn't get herself at of this mess.

"Don't worry," Zuko said sarcastically, "I'll behave."

"We have no choice," Katara sighed. "Come on, let's go."

Sure enough, the trio arrived at the concert in about five minutes. The concert hadn't started yet, thankfully.

"Katara, you made it!" Suki yelled as she ran up to Katara and hugged her. She stopped laughing when she saw who was standing behind her. "Is that who I think it is?"

Katara sighed, "I had to bring him along. There was no other choice."

"Katara!" Sokka yelled happily through the crowd, but when his eyes landed on Zuko, his whole face darkened. "What is he doing here?"

"Don't speak to me like that you filth," Zuko growled out.

"I wouldn't be the one talking!" Sokka retorted.

"Guys!" Katara said, sensing a fight, "stop it! Sokka, where's Jet?"

"Right here, baby," a smooth voice replied as arms snaked around Katara's waist.

Zuko watched disgusted as he watched Jet wrap his arms around Katara. Seriously, this was no place for PDA. He was surprised that a girl like Katara even had a boyfriend, after all, she was so-so-so…Zuko couldn't find the right words to describe Katara. Ugly…no…weird…didn't sound right…petite….nah….attractive? Where had that word come from? Absolutely not! Zuko scolded himself She is the ugliest thing you have ever seen and she is a know-it-all over sensitive commoner! There, Zuko felt much better after the making the statement, and yet, as he stared more at Katara and Jet 'snuggling' and 'laughing' with each other, he began to wonder, did he really think that?'

"Are you okay?" Katara asked as she and her friends made their way into the concert stadium. She had almost forgotten her "special" guest she had taken along. When she had turned around to see where he was, she felt a bit sorry for him. He had no friends here, and if that wasn't bad enough, all her friends treated him like dirt, not that he didn't deserve to be treated like that or anything. Yet, she felt sympathetic.

"Just go enjoy your stupid concert," Zuko muttered back.

Katara smiled. She wanted to cheer him up, "Have you ever been to a concert Mr. Carson?"

"No." his flat-out reply.

"Really?" Katara was actually quite shocked. He was so wealthy, surely he could go afford to see a concert. "Well, consider this your first one!"

"Oh yes," Zuko retorted sarcastically, "I'm in cuffs and I'm under arrest and I really should be enjoying my first concert."

"Well, at least try to enjoy yourself," Katara replied. "Come on."

Sokka, Suki, and Jet hadn't seemed to notice that Katara had stayed behind with Zuko, and now, they were nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

Katara grabbed Zuko's arms and dragged him through the thick crowd, trying to find her friends. The music began to play, starting with the traditional "We wish you a Merry Christmas" song.

"Zuko!" a voice suddenly yelled through the crowd. "Zuko!"

Zuko stopped, and turned around, along with Katara.

"Oh my god, Zuko! Why are you in cuffs!" the voice belonged to a girl with long black hair. She wore all black makeup, and clothes. There was a tattoo a bit below her shoulder, and a part of her hair was tied in a bun. She seriously looked like a goth.

"Jun?" Zuko exclaimed.

Katara gulped at the girl glaring at her. This didn't look good at all…

Yay! I finsihed...finally...

I didn't enjoy this chapter that much...it sucks that I have everything in the end planned out...and yet...I can't seem to write out the middle and make it smooth...

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