8:15am

" You need to take a break." Mokoto plainly stated hunched over him while slightly leaning on his desk with her right arm.

" I am taking a break," He responded flatly staring into his monitor.

" No. I mean a break, Batou, a real one, as in leaving and going home."

It had been four months now sense Togusa's death. Everyone in Section 9 took it pretty hard considering all they had to go through. Batou was worse then anyone now a days. Sense he had no family, or maybe because he felt as though it was somehow his fault for his partner's demise he stayed late, he barely left the building, he even seemed to have quit smoking. After the final tape he seemed depressed and then after only a week off he came in and never really left after that. He seemed to be on a self proclaimed mission to souly track down Togusa's killer or killers if you count who ever bought and received his organs. Aramaki understood what Batou was going though, he had explained to everyone on the team that this was his way of dealing with his partner's death and to let him carry on as long as he didn't become too out of control. So here he sat pouring over the data of years worth of organ smuggling, thefts, and wrongful deaths looking for patterns in the crimes anything to link this killer to past events. He fallowed up every lead and interrogated every old suspect as well as new, for more recent cases where now popping up. It appeared that more couples were just disappearing and with alarming frequency. A disturbing scene to say the least for the Major ; as well as the rest of her crew. Pushing off his desk she still stood in a way that towered over the large cyborg.

" It's not your fault, Batou," she finally said what she had been silently thinking for months. He stopped his work and turned around to face her.

" Yes it is. He tried to tell me before."

" What do you mean?"

" Togusa. He….he wanted to tell me…"

" What are you talking about Batou?"

He reached back and from his large pile of papers pulled one out and handed it to her. Glancing at the image she noted the man in it, he had medium brown bordering on black hair and was wearing an expensive blue suit with white undershirt and blue tie that matched his suit perfectly.

" This is Yin Chinlou, " sighing she lowered the picture quite swiftly dropping her right arm down at her side giving him an irritated look, " What are you doing now Batou. This is a dignitary."

" This scum killed them. I know it," He said rising to meet her with a determined stare.

" Batou-"

" I know what your going to say Major but it makes sense not to mention he fits the description Togusa himself was able to give us he wanted us to know he tried to tell us."

" Batou, " She began her voice sharp and serious, " I want nothing more then to catch who ever killed Togusa and his family but it couldn't have been this man. And I don't know what has possessed you to think of him. He was only here for a month and if I'm not mistaken you two where getting along quite well. You can't go lashing out at political figures because you've run out of leads. I understand how difficult this is for you but I cannot allow you to pursue this lead."

" What?…..What the hell do you mean I can't pursue him? He did it. He had opportunity Major."

Slightly intrigued now she placed her hands on her hips, " What do you mean. Batou, you can't go after Chinlou. You have no crime scene, no proof, no motive you can't ever prove intent to harm. What exactly are you going to use? It's your word agenst his, and you already know how that'll turn out.

" I have a crime scene and five missing bodies Major!"

" The cars? Mobil crime scenes? Sketchy at best, you're better Batou."

" He had intent he had motive."

" What? Batou."

" I don't know yet but he did it Major, The day he joined our team Togusa was more then just uneasy around him more then just frazzled by his presence something was going on I heard them arguing and I know Togusa, and he was definitely hiding something from me, and it had to do with Yin Chinlou. Not to mention he's had a lot of unusual departures and activities in his accounts."

" Will you listen to yourself Batou! The fact that your digging around in a non-suspect's accounts is incredulous. Just because Togusa had misgivings about the man doesn't mean he got killed by him, " She stated crossing her arms over her chest and placing a lot of weight on her right leg.

" Doesn't clear him either. As far as I'm concerrned he's suspect number one. I want to sit on him shake him up that's all. " He tried to put a lighter tone to his voice for the last part of his sentence but it barley had any effect.

" Aramaki said to make sure you didn't get too out of control, and you currently are coming close."

" Major, I will get to the bottom of this with or without your help."

" If you go without, consider yourself out of Section 9. I will not have my team further jeopardized by your antics despite how respectful or well intended they may be, " After a brief pause she continued, " I am here by placing you on temporary leave you have two months Batou, go do something with your life, find out where your going and consider if that is truly where you want to be," With that she quickly pivoted and left Batou's room.

Strong, rough hands shoved her into a scarcely lit room, almost falling but catching her balance she ran into the nearest wall. Her feet killed her body ached, it was bruised. Slowly pushing herself from the wall she pivoted placing her back agenst it criss crossing her arms in front of her chest. The room was not very big at all about the kind you'd expect to see in an American medium sized walk in closet. She'd always seen those kinds of things on those rich mansion home specials shown on TV at random points when she use to be at home with Cathy……. When life was actually good when it was all a relative normal. The small space was painted a deep plum and four small slits about the width of three rulers on the western wall acted both as windows and a light source. There was a long bench located on that same wall nailed into the wall by the looks of it. On it sat two other " specialty " AI the one woman was dark skinned from what she could see she was Portorican. Her hair was long and wavy a beautiful stone black, her eyes were dark and rather lifeless, her face oval. The girl next to her was definitely a Jeri model but with an American look with shoulder length blonde hair. This model was curled up on the bench in a fetal position sleeping, or at least that's what it looked like it was doing Suki really didn't know, it could've been shut down for all she knew. Both women were dressed in revealing clothing the American model wore a short leather skirt with slits up it's small sides and a corset top with buckles on it, the Portorican model had on a very short frilly skirt and a rather see through top, reminding Suki of her own dilemma, she tightened her criss cross grasp of her slender shoulders and sank down to the floor. She her self was adorned in a kimono type attire, except her lower half which should've been long was horribly short barely covering her genitals at its best the whole thing was very sheer and see through though she was happier he permitted her to wear a thong it still just all felt horrendously wrong! But then again the lack of a braw didn't help either! Her 4-inch stiletto heels were a reddish peach like her sheer kimono and they laced all the way up to her knees. She had fallen a lot in those things she now knew why Cathy hated wearing them so much! What she wouldn't do for a pair of pants! Unfortunately he approved and chose all her attire and most likely these girls as well.

" Didn't your mother ever say it was in polite to stare?" An accented voice posed from her right. Shocked she gasped, lost her balance in her relative squatting position and fell hard on her already injured rear. Freezing in momentary pain she then remembered her lack of upper wear and quickly covered herself scooping her legs under her and starring hard into the dark northeastern corner of the room. The figure was sitting legs to her chest her hair short by the looks of it and dark other then that she couldn't really make out the rest of this model. It talked so real but then again so did the Tochcomas if you struck up a conversation with them. Just a part of her wondered if this one talked to her would the others as well? Could it at all be possible this bizarre state of affairs were not confined only to herself? There was only one way to know……