The moment Klavier Gavin stepped into the building (with his delicious chocolate drink in hand), he knew something was wrong.

Maybe it was the way the detectives were scurrying around quicker than normal, maybe it was the way that Detective Gumshoe was looking at people with frantic, panicked eyes, maybe it was the fact that Winston Payne had decided that Casual Friday meant creeptastic short shorts, loafers, and a button down shirt.

Or maybe it was the fact that someone was singing. Very loudly.

He hesitated before stepping past the lobby into the room with the detectives's offices. His eyes scanned the nearly empty room. In the corner were a few people with wide frightened eyes who were whispering frantically in hushed voices. Across the room was a single occupied desk. The origin of the singing.

And he knew exactly who's desk that was. He smiled lopsidedly.

"You know Fraulein, it's odd listening to you sing. It's like a devil with an angel's voice."

The singing stopped and the brunette spun her chair around to face the prosecutor. "Mr. Gavin! What a surprise," she said, a smile hanging on her face. "Thank you for such a wonderful comment."

"It was my pleasure. But you should really think about singing at a concert of mine, ja? I've always dreamed of working with a female singer that doesn't end up in a murder case."

"I'm so flattered."

"You should be," he joked. He grabbed a nearby chair and sat down in it. "So, on a more serious note, may I ask why you were singing? The other detectives, Sie sehen sehr Angst."

"English, Fop." Some things would never change about Ema, even if she was now a friend (?) of the rocker.

"They looked rather scared. It's not often that you would seem to be in such a fantastic mood."

"Well," Ema started as she spun around in her chair happily, "I don't really know. I just felt like it was my lucky day today."

Klavier nodded. "Well, don't you think it's time for work? We have a crime scene to investigate you know." He got up and started to leave.

Ema grabbed her bag and, with a little hop in her step, followed after the German man.

The crime scene was just a few blocks away from the precinct, which Ema was glad about. A bit of exercise was good, so she took the chance to stretch her legs and walked the way there with Klavier.

There was a smile on her face that never left, even when Klavier had 'subtly' hooked his fingers with hers. He glanced at her face when she didn't pull away and saw her grinning that happy little grin of hers as she looked back at him.

It almost felt… odd.

He was so used to the cruel, mean spirited, sarcastic, witty detective that this, this person… She just was not Fraulein Skye. Not at all.

Fraulein Skye did not sing to herself because she felt happy. Hell, she never sang at all, only if the situation was dire, like that one time in court.

Fraulein Skye did not skip around and hop. Ever. Because if she did, he would laugh at her and call her his klein Häschen1 and she would say something that maybe she thought was witty, but really, was just corny.

Fraulein Skye did not talk about how nice the day has been. Fraulein Skye never talked about how good the day had been because she did not have good days. Especially when he was around.

As Klavier listed off more reasons why this woman simply was not his Ema, the lady in question was smiling up at the cloudless warm sky. "The weather's so nice today isn't it?"

The man shuddered, thinking, 'This can not be her, she does not talk about the weather…' But he answered with a nonchalant "Ja, the weather is beautiful. Like a certain Fraulein that I happen to know."

And then she giggled. And Klavier stopped dead in his tracks for a moment before being pulled along. Ema did not giggle, not to him anyway. She would just get red in the face and look away.

He concluded (scientifically, if Ema were speaking. How proud she must be) that while this lady looked and sounded like her, it was not her at all. 'Must be a clone,' he thought dryly.

After an awkwardly silent five minutes, they reached the site of the crime scene. He got his serious face on, ready to work on the case in hand. But Ema on the other hand, she still had that goofy little smile on her face as she walked around, inspecting blood stains with ease as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

He found it hard to work as his colleague hummed to herself loudly, and while it wasn't bad (on the contrary, it was actually quite good) it distracted him by reminding the prosecutor that this woman was not Ema Skye.

The day crawled by as they worked on the crime quietly, consulting each other when needed.

Night started to near and other workers started to depart, eventually leaving only Ema and Klavier together.

The brunette detective yawned, rubbing her eyes. "I'm tired," she commented.

Klavier nodded in agreement. "Why don't you go home and sleep Fraulein?"

"But won't you be alone?"

He was silent before saying, "I'm going to head home for tonight. Let's go together, ja?"

The next morning everything seemed normal. The detectives were chatting idly by the water fountain, the chief talked about the Blue Badger, Gumshoe had taken the day off to be with Maggey, and Prosecutor Payne had put on some work appropriate pants.

Oh, and Ema was back to herself.

"I'm busy!" She growled at him when he leaned against her desk nonchalantly. "Can't you go be glimmerous somewhere else?" She swiveled around in her chair. Her breakfast was already burned, she almost missed the bus to work only to forget her wallet that contained her ID, then got stuck listening to the chief about how the Blue Badger was still fantastic after nine years or so, and-

"Danke, Ema, danke."

Surprise was written across her face as Klavier's arms wrapped around her still sitting form. And then she kissed his forehead.

But then she asked herself why he was being nice. And found out she didn't remember anything from yesterday.

1: little bunny

2: Thank you

Ah, long wait was loong. Sorry bout that. But now I write everyday (slowly though...) because of summer break~ 3