A/N: Ugh, I'm so TIRED! And it's only 7:30!!!

In case this gets confusing, the Organization names are used when they're on the job. Otherwise, it's their normal names.

3. CSI

The scene wasn't pretty. Xemnas took one look and sat down hard, covering his face with his hands. Xigbar, who hadn't had as much of an emotional attachment to the captain, composed himself and went to join the other two by the bed.

"Watch where you step," Luxord advised. "That's a lot of blood."

"Funny how you never realize just how much is in a guy until you see it all nice and spread out like this," Marluxia added. He was kneeling by the body, peering at it intently. "From the looks of things, I'd estimate the time of death around midnight last night."

"Agreed," Luxord said. "Difficult to say the number of wounds until the blood is gone. Impossible to say which killed him until Vexen gets on it. In my professional opinion, I'd say someone really wanted to make sure Ansem was dead."

"Signs of a struggle," Marluxia observed. "He saw it coming. There were no indications that the door was forced, so whoever it was either had clearance or was invited. Only one window, but it's locked and it's four floors up."

"Any prints? Murder weapon?" Xigbar asked. Marluxia gave him an unamused look.

"We just got here," he said. "We haven't had time to explore the place."

"Did you talk to the landlady? She's the one who reported the murder."

"Mrs. Macready? No, but he did," Luxord said, nodding to someone behind Xigbar.

"Beautiful day for a murder, Detective Mayes."

"Mr. Valiant," Xigbar greeted him, turning to shake his hand. "What brings you here?"

"The Macready woman hired me," Valiant replied. He was a stocky man, shorter and thicker than Xigbar. Although he had recently given up alcohol, the beer gut still showed. He looked as though he had just rolled out of bed for this. "She says she sees the victim going to work every day and got worried when he didn't go today. Says she knocked and got no answer, thought he might be sick, and went to see if she could help."

"Looks like she couldn't," Xigbar said. "We've got it handled now, Eddie. You can go on home."

"I'm getting paid good munny for this. Sure there's nothing I can do?"

Xigbar hesitated, then angled his body and lowered his voice.

"Actually, Eddie, there's something you can do for me. Will you take Xeha?"

"Where?"

"I don't know. His place, your place, wherever. Just out of here. And if you're gonna ask him any questions about this, use a little tact, okay?"

"Say no more," Valiant said. "I know a place."

He went over to Xemnas and put a friendly hand on his shoulder.

"Come on," Xigbar heard him say. "Let's go for a drink."

He turned back to the body and sighed.

"There's gonna be a million suspects," he said.

"Let's hope we find some prints," Marluxia replied. "Not to mention the weapon. As soon as we finish taking pictures, we can get the body to Vexen, see what he thinks."

Everyone at the precinct knew by the time Braig got back, and they were waiting for him.

"Well?" Ienzo asked. Braig ran his fingers through his hair.

"It doesn't look good," he said. "Well, we're gonna work hard on this, aren't we? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who wants to find out who did this."

"Is there anyone for me to interview?" Ranele asked eagerly.

"We're about to start putting together a suspect list," Braig said. "Dilan, will you work with me on this one?"

His friend nodded, blue eyes somber.

"Of course."

Braig's next stop was Xehanort's apartment. Riku wasn't home, since he was still in high school. He found the older brother in the kitchen, sitting listlessly at the little table. Braig said nothing, but merely puttered around the kitchen. He knew where everything was, being practically a resident, and soon he had made two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. He sat down across the table from his friend, pushing one cup over. Xehanort eyed the mug and wrapped his hands around it, but didn't drink. Braig made a noisy slurp, attempting to coax a smile onto the other man's lips. When this failed, he set his mug down and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Xeha," he mumbled. "It just… doesn't seem fair, does it?"

"I'll be fine," Xehanort replied. "I mean, how much more can I lose?"

He made a pitiful attempt at a laugh.

"That's the spirit," Braig said. "You've got me, dontcha? And I mean, I count for what, ten? And you've always got Riku."

"Yeah," Xehanort answered dully, but he took a sip of his hot chocolate. This was an encouraging sign.

They sat in silence for a while, nursing their cocoa.

"So where'd Eddie take you?"

"Some place where Dolores works. Didn't catch the name, but it's right by the station. Pretty nice crowd."

There was another silence. Braig muddled words around in his head for a while, trying to decide how best to breach the subject. Finally, he shrugged.

"Dil and I are investigating," he said.

"Why not me?"

"You know as well as I do. You're too close to this one, Xeha. Besides, you've got that serial killer to work on. Someone's gotta find that guy. He would have wanted that."

Xehanort exhaled slowly, staring down at the table.

"I mean, you'd say the same if it were me," Braig added, and his friend reluctantly nodded. He leaned forward, meeting Xehanort's eyes earnestly.

"You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you," he said. Xehanort nodded, his eyes lingering on Braig's scars.

"I know," he said softly.

"I'll find out who did this," Braig promised. "Don't you worry about a thing. You just concentrate on finding the creep who kills the doctors, 'kay?"

A/N: Quick, find the Disney characters! There were 3!