HAI GUYS! Sorry for taking so long to get the next chapter up. Had a long week with school and what not. But, Its up now. So, enjoy and please review!

Also, I'd like to thank my pretty much constant reviewers. You know who you are. :3

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She glanced at him briefly, appearing not to recognize him, but when she took another look; her golden eyes lit up with surprise. "Hey! You're that guy I ran into on the street!" She exclaimed brightly, "…Uhm…Amon, was it?"

He nodded, his expression returning to is neutral self. However he found it difficult to keep his eyes off her for longer than a few minutes at a time. This was odd, considering he had only seen her once before and for her to have that kind of effect on him after one meeting, something was wrong.

She smiled again, "I knew we'd run into each other again, only not so literally."

He nodded once again, feeling the dread a tension leave his emotions in a blissful state as he sipped at his Vodka.

She noticed the shot in his hand and blinked a few times. "Is that vodka? In the middle of the afternoon?"

He looked at her again, nodding briefly once more. "I've had a trying day already and this is helping."

"I see." She replied, opening the bottle of water Harry had given her moments before.

"I take it you two have met before?" Harry inquired quietly, smiling at both of them.

Maori answered faster than Amon, "Yes. Only once though, I kind of ran into him on the street."

Harry looked at Amon for confirmation. "It's true." He said, downing the glass and setting it back on the counter. Oddly enough, the sting of the Vodka didn't really have the effect that he wanted. He still felt blissfully aware, not numb.

"Ah." Harry said, nodding again, "Please excuse me." He left to tend to another customer.

It was silent between the two of them for a moment, Maori taking another drink of water. Amon looked at her again, taking note of how different she looked by day. Her hair was still as long and dark, but it didn't shimmer in daylight like it had in the moonlight. Her skin also appeared to have more colour, not like it did when he first met her and her eyes were now a dim honey brown. She was an altogether mystery by day.

Amon glanced at her again and shrugged, relaxing all over again. Maori seemed to notice this and commented, "Long day already?"

He nodded, staring at the empty shot glass on the table, keeping his expression neutral.

"Where do you work?" She asked casually, taking another drink of water and taking in her surroundings.

He hesitated, unsure whether or not he should tell her, but then it occurred to him that even if she did know, she most likely wouldn't care. Although there was that little voice inside his head that said 'don't do it', he ended up doing it anyway, to his surprise. "The STN-J."

She nodded slowly, inspecting her bottle of water for some unknown substance. "I take it you work lots of overtime too, don't you?"

Her musical voice was doing it to him again, he shook his head to regain his senses again, "Depends how badly I want a case done." He let it slip.

"A case?" She asked once again, as casual as ever; her enthusiasm seeming to abruptly disappear. She absentmindedly picked up a pen and grabbed a napkin, appearing to doodle on it aimlessly.

He was too calm to really understand what kind of mistake he had just made. "Yes. A case."

She smiled again, and tossed some money on the counter before standing up. "Well, I have to get going now. I'll see you later maybe."

He nodded, "Bye." Suddenly all his feelings of dread and exhaustion came back all at once and he sighed, closing his eyes again.

Harry wandered back over to him behind the counter to clean up where Maori was sitting. He went to pick up the napkin and hesitated, reading the number on it. "I believe she left this for you." He said, handing it to Amon.

Amon glanced at it before taking it, immediately recognizing it as a phone number.

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He got back to the STN some time late in the evening, with the intention of coming back earlier, but hey, things happen. He was really distracted by the napkin with the phone number. He speculated that it had to be something else. There was no way she wanted him to call her when they barely knew each other, or maybe that was the point. She wanted to get to know him. Amon sighed again and got out of his car, shoving the napkin back into his pocket and heading to the elevator.

Meanwhile in the office, all eyes were glued to the computer screen as Michael opened up an email he had gotten randomly. "…This is not possible…" Sakaki commented, awestruck at what he was reading

Karusuma gained a really serious look as she read, "Are we suppose to take this seriously?"

"I would think so!" Dojima said, sounding rather serious and excited at the same time, "I mean their practically telling us where the next murder is going to happen!"

Robin shook her head, "We can't take stuff like this seriously if it comes in at random. Remember what Amon said? Word on the street isn't exactly reliable anymore."

"Shes right." Michael agreed, "Amon needs to see this before we decide what to do."

Almost as if on cue, Amon walked into the office quietly, barely noticing the crowd at the computer. "…and there he is."

"Amon you need to take a look at this." Karusuma said, crossing her arms over her chest and turning to face him. "We don't know what to do."

Soundlessly he walked behind the desk and Sakaki moved out of the way. Amon bent over the screen and read the text slowly, analyzing it. "I know where your culprit is going to strike next…" He read aloud and then stopped suddenly, his eyes registering shock, but the expression never made it to his face.

It would be at Harry's.

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I should have the next chapter up soon, I hope. :3