Nanami wrapped her coat tightly around her like a protective barrier and stayed close to Jake. The police station was a rather dull place and she could feel the curious eyes of bored police following her across the room. She quickened her steps and instantly regretted it when the click of her heeled shoes echoed in the quiet office, drawing further attention to her.

Damn, but she wished she had Rabbi-chan.

Jake opened the door and gave a rather phony smile as he escorted her into a large, private office. The room was sparsely decorated, with the only non-essential she could see being a picture frame. Dark colors and drawn drapes made it dark with only the soft glow of the computer giving off any sort of light. The computer sat on top of a small desk, behind which was a dark leather armchair. Nanami had to squint for a moment to see who was in the armchair. When she saw who it was, she sucked in her breath and her hand reached for the lethal umbrella that wasn't there.

Omi Tsukiyono stared back at her with a neutral expression on his face. With his elbows resting on the desk and his hands folded in front of his face, he surveyed her for a few moments before turning to Jake. He nodded as if giving a signal to begin the introduction, his hair flopping over his eyes for a just second, making him look like the seventeen year old boy she had battled with years ago.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the two men started speaking. Jake's introduction of her was interrupted when Omi Tsukiyono nodded and mentioned they had previously met. Jake's eyebrow was lifted almost to his hairline but he still bowed and left the room at Omi's request.

With just the two of them the room was very quiet. There was a gentle, mechanical hum of the monitor and outside Nanami could hear birds chirping. The closed drapes obstructed her view but the whistles were audible, reminding both of the outside world that was denied to them. She swallowed a few times and cleared her throat.

Yohji had been harmless. A fool in love with a dead woman. But Omi…Omi was dangerous. He was sitting behind that giant desk, dressed in a crisp suit and staring at her. Yohji would live his life chasing after the next woman and trying to forget. Possibly, he would succeed. Omi would never forget though. He knew what she did for Masafumi-Papa.

"Yohji mentioned he'd seen you." The young man said quietly.

"Yohji talks too much." Nanami responded. She hadn't meant it to be funny, but Omi still gave a little smile.

"Sometimes." He opened a drawer and took out a file. "We didn't have a picture of you and I didn't recognize your name."

Tot blushed a little. "I thought Kritiker knew everything."

Omi shrugged and flipped through her file. "The Takatori family is powerful. Masafumi was able to have any records detailing your stay with him erased."

That made sense. Masafumi and the rest of Schrient had often warned her not to mention her connection to him. Might compromise his work, bring up too many questions.

Something else Omi had said caught her attention. "Is a powerful family?"

He hadn't expected her to catch that. After regaining his composure, he stood up and leaned over the desk, reaching out to her. "I am Takatori Mamoru. Acting head of the Takatori family and Kritiker. You may call me 'Persia'."

She took his hand. "I'm Hibino Nanami." Somehow, the fact that he was shaking her hand made him less frightening.

"You are an agent for Kritiker, Hibino-san?" His smooth, polite intonation of her name was so different from Siamese's 'Miss Hibino'.

"Yes. I was recruited by Manx and Siamese is briefing me." She felt proud of herself for getting all that out so smoothly.

"Has he assigned you a codename and team?"

Nanami wracked her memory, startled by the unexpected question. Jake had mentioned this before, he told her code name and… remembering her psychiatrist's words about remaining calm and deep breaths, she paused for a few moments before opening her mouth. Persia seemed to sense her anxiety and began clicking around on his computer.

"You're…"

"Morrigan. My codename is Morrigan and I've been assigned to Hibernia."

Persia stopped clicking and nodded. "Interesting." He didn't explain what he meant by that, but instead pushed his chair back and stood up. Leading Nanami to the door, he gripped the knob and opened it. Jake was on the other side. He was facing away from them with his hands in his pockets. She noticed the back of his suit jacket need ironing.

After being so long in the dark room, the light from the hallway burned her eyes and she had to squint. Blinking a few times, Nanami became aware that Persia and Jake were speaking. After a token conversation where she stated how happy she was to start work as an on the site social worker and he welcomed her to the team, everyone bowed to each other and Jake led her out of the office. Several police officers stared after them, wondering how such a young woman could be a social worker.

When they entered her apartment, Nanami looked around, frowning. Something was different. Everything was in its place, but had the toaster always been that close to the edge of the counter? And hadn't her shoes been arranged differently? Jake saw her looking and smiled patronizingly.

"While we were out, agents investigated your apartment. We had to check to make sure it wasn't tapped and there was nothing to indicate you would be an unfit agent."

Kritiker, Nanami decided, was nosey. "Find anything?"

"Nope." He bowed and turned to leave.

"Siamese?"

"Yes?"

She hesitated. "Persia seemed surprised at my codename. Why?"

Without turning around Siamese answered. "Morrigan was the Celtic goddess of war and death." He turned a little, a wry smile stretching across his face. "I thought it would suit you."

Author's notes- This chapter took forever to write. So sorry!

According to legend, Morrigan would take the form of a crow and decide who died in battle. There's another story where she washed the clothes of warriors who would die. Her name means 'Terror' or 'Greatness'. Interesting woman.

Jake/Siamese tries to be Brad Crawford, but isn't. Epic fail.

Thank you for reading and I'll try to be quick with the next chapter.