A/N: Finally, filler chapters are over and the action is starting! Hope you enjoy! Review and tell me what you think or if there's anything you'd like to see. I predict 2 or 3 more chapters before this is done!

~Diana

Madeline entered her hotel room and collapsed onto her bed. Investigating with Gavin was the most tiring thing she had ever done. She went into the bathroom and took an aspirin for her killer headache, then went to the desk and flipped through the papers she had copied from the reading room this morning. The document that interested her the most was the record of Phoenix before the Bar Association.

All of the Board against him. She could only imagine what that must have been like. Except one man. "Kristoph Gavin," she murmured. "What were you doing?" She knew she was going to have to meet him. The question was, when?

About a week later… (A/N: ok, I know it probably wasn't actually a week, but I have to move things along here)

"Fraulein, I have another concert in a few days, and I would be honored if you would attend."

Madeline didn't even look up. "No thank you. Remember what happened at the last concert? Not to mention the Misham trial is also in a few days. Are you worried about that at all?"

"I thought that was why I had you, Fraulein."

"And look at that. It's time for me to leave," she replied, smiling sarcastically. "I'm taking some papers over to the detention center, do you need anything?"

"How thoughtful of you. No, I'm fine, thank you." He sat down in his massage chair and picked up a guitar.

Madeline rolled her eyes (something which she seemed to be doing more and more lately) and went downstairs, starting her Audi and pulling away from the Prosecutor's Office. About 15 minutes later, she arrived at the detention center. She sat behind the wheel for a minute. Although she hadn't admitted it to anyone, especially herself, she had been putting this visit off because she was nervous about what she would discover.

She took a deep breath, got out of her car, and entered the detention center. "I'd like to see Kristoph Gavin, please," she said to the officer at the front desk.

"He's in his solitary cell, is that alright?"

Madeline nodded and followed the officer to a spacious cell with a man sitting in an armchair, polishing his glasses. She couldn't help but shiver. There was something off about this man. She sat opposite from him.

"Ms. Brent. I've heard much about you from my brother, not to mention your own reputation," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Gavin," she said, smiling. "I have heard a lot about you as well. Your reputation was legendary, even in Europe."

"So, what is the reason for this visit?" he asked, leaning forward. His glasses became opaque, hiding his eyes, which Madeline found just a bit unnerving.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions about the Gramarye trial," she said hesitantly.

"Of course," he said, shaking his head. "Klavier did mention you were looking into it."

"Only to ensure that I did the right thing," she replied, carefully watching his reaction. "Why did you stand up for him? You were the only one on the Board who did, correct? Why?"

"It didn't seem like the kind of thing Wright would do," he said. Madeline was usually pretty good at reading people, but Kristoph was different. She couldn't get a read on him at all.

"Please excuse me, Ms. Brent. Won't be but a moment." Kristoph got up and left the room.

Kristoph looked at himself in the mirror of the disgusting prison bathroom. "She's getting too close," he muttered. Her gray eyes unnerved him, making him suspect she knew more than she was telling, too much. He reached into a hidden compartment behind the cupboards and pulling out a tiny bottle and a small box. "Chocolate," he whispered, an evil smile lighting up his face. "Perfect."

Madeline looked around the room, examining the bookshelf. Nothing too interesting, so she moved on to the small table beside Kristoph's chair. A yellow envelope sat on it. She gently flipped it over. "Misham?" she whispered.

"Find what you were looking for, Ms. Brent?" Madeline cursed inwardly.

"I was just looking at what you were reading," she said, gesturing at the book under the envelope. She could tell he didn't believe her, but she pushed it out of her mind.

"Well, I must be going," she said with a slightly uneasy smile.

"It was a pleasure," he said, discreetly slipping a small box into her purse.

"Likewise," she said, nodding at him once, then leaving the cell.

Madeline slipped behind the wheel of the Audi, placing her purse on the seat next to her. She whipped out her phone and dialed. "Hello?" a hoarse voice on the other end said.

"Apollo, it's Madeline," she said. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Yeah, Chords of Steel training."

"What? Never mind. Can we meet? I have some information for you."

"Why-" he began but was cut off.

"I'm not the kind of prosecutor you think I am," she said quietly. "I search for the truth, not a guilty verdict."

"Alright," Apollo said. "Want to stop by the office in a few minutes?"

"Sure," she replied. "See you soon."

She put the phone back into her purse and her fingers brushed an unfamiliar shape. She pulled out a box of chocolate.

"Where'd this come from?" she murmured to herself. She opened it and a note fell out.

For my Fraulein. ~Klavier

"Ugh," she groaned, but smiled. She did love chocolate. She lifted one to her lips and bit it hesitantly. "Ew, coconut. Really, Klavier?" She forced the bite she had already taken down her throat and took a drink of her Diet Coke to wash it down. She started her Audi and pulled away from the detention center, unaware of the man watching from the window of Solitary Cell #13.