Ema grumbled. Again. Loudly.

'God, why do I always get the hard cases? Why can't it just be open and shut?'

She walked around outside the scene of the crime, a small white house in a part of LA that wasn't exactly friendly. Similar looking houses lined the dirty streets and she grimaced as she felt her stomach rumble painfully.

"Well Fraulein, I can certainly tell that you're in a great mood," a too familiar voice said behind her.

She whipped around and looked at the man behind her. Her mind immediately left and went back to that day in the small café.

She shook her head quickly to rid her brain of the memory, gaining a confused stare from Klavier.

"Hello, Mr. Gavin."

"And guten morgen to you, meine liebe."

She quickly whirled around and entered the house to prevent the prosecutor from seeing her red face.

But she wasn't quick enough, and Klavier smirked as he saw the embarrassed detective. His mind went back to that day also.

He could still remember that feeling of her soft lips against his, tasting like chocolate and strawberries, probably from the milkshake and an unknown lip gloss she was wearing.

His heavy boots walked up onto the porch and he followed after Ema. Turning left, he could see the scene of the crime. Blood was splattered against the worn wood floor, a deep crimson color. The outline of a body was drawn with odd angles, and he watched as Ema's face contorted into a grimace of distaste.

"I hate crime scenes…" She sighed and turned away from the body, staring out the window with a sad expression.

Klavier felt an urge to comfort the clearly unhappy woman, and he walked up to her slowly. "Ema… Bist du ok? Something wrong?"

She turned towards him but avoided his eyes. "Yeah, just thinking about something that happened… A long time ago."

"SL-9?"

She stiffened when she heard the two letters and one number. "How did you know?"

Klavier sighed and replied, "I look at histories of all those who work for me. I read about that case, Fraulein Skye."

She looked around the room. "Yeah." She reached into her bag and pulled out a bag of snackoos, her comfort food. "Damn. I'm running out."

Klavier looked at the bag. Indeed, it was almost empty. Just a few crumbs remained at the body. Suddenly he remembered what he had been holding the whole time when his fingers started to get cold.

"Fraulein, would you like some of this?" He held a small milkshake in his hand and offered it to Ema.

"W-what? No! I don't want fop germs to get inside me."

"Now really, I think you should grow up a bit, ja?"

"No."

He chuckled. 'Always hard to get, aren't you, Fraulein?' He took a sip from the drink, swallowed, and quickly leaned in and kissed Ema's lips for a second.

Ema's eyes were wide in surprise. Once again his lips were against hers, and she was shocked. It wore away after a moment and she broke off.

'Did I just sense hesitation?' Klavier smirked but took in a sharp intake of air when he felt a palm connect to his face. The force made his head snap to the right, and he gingerly touched it.

Ema gasped and opened her mouth to say, "M-mr. Gavin! I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen…"

Klavier just smiled and replied, "No, no, Fraulein, it was my fault. I shouldn't have done that."

The detective crouched down to the ground and inspected it, her cheeks red and hot. She felt immense guilt from her violent outburst, and she stood up to apologize.

"Mr. Gavin, I'm sorry." She shifted on her feet for a minute, unsure of what to do, and finally got up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, a simple touch.

She looked at his eyes for a moment, and she smiled a little bit.

The prosecutor smiled. "Danke, Ema."

"You're welcome, I guess."

They went to work inspecting the crime scene, eyes glancing towards each other once in a while.

'Didn't think I'd ever do that again… But I can't help feeling a bit sorry for him. It might bruise his face, I do have a sort of strong slap,' Ema thought miserably.

Klavier, on the other hand, thought, 'Wow, Fraulein Skye actually gave me a little kiss. So she doesn't hate me completely. She's a beauty, inside and out I guess.'

He walked away, boots thumping against the ground loudly in the silent room.

She slowly got up from crouching, an looked behind her. The chocolate milkshake was on the ground, begging her to drink it.

'The fop must have left it… For me.' Ema looked at it. Her stomach grumbled suddenly and she realized she hadn't had something to eat or drink for a rather long time. She picked up the cup and sipped it hesitantly.

It was nice and cold and full of chocolatey goodness. She couldn't help but smile. 'It was nice of him to leave it. He's really not as bad as I thought he was.'

She got up to follow after Klavier but when she got out the front door, he was nowhere in sight. She descended down the stairs and promptly tripped over a rock that had been sitting right in front of the stairs. Muttering, she dusted herself off and got on her way back to her office, sipping her milkshake contently.

Absolutely hirrific chappy, but I was too lazy to make it better. So much for being a good authoress. D: I've been listening to Klavier's Theme and Ema's theme and now they're both stuck in my head playing at the same time... Needless to say, it's a pretty odd combination.