I know nothing about the police force or investigators, so I apologize if anything I say is wrong.

So funny story: I neglected this for a few days then wrote this whole chapter after exams. Maybe wracking my brain to remember random science laws gave me inspiration?... Eh, probably not.

Thursday

Mori leaned on his hand while rhythmically tapping his fingers across the desk in front of him in anticipation. Today, he would finally get the answers he had oh-so-patiently been waiting for, and as soon as he got those answers, it would lead to cracking this case and getting his job back.

These kids had to be the answer; there was no doubt in his mind. After spending all day Tuesday researching at the mercy of the slow-loading monitor in the library, he had deduced that it had to be them.

"Hey, Mr. Mori, heard you need our help with a new case!" a cheery voice called. It came from Police Officer Louis, a peppy guy who was even more excited from recently earning his badge.

Mori resisted the urge to grin at how easy this all was. Even if he had been fired, the police hadn't been informed, so it was easy enough to call them up and explain he needed to use the police station for questioning. "Yeah, Louis, I do. All I need is this room for a little while, and if you wouldn't mind, someone to guard the suspects when they come in here."

For a police officer, the concept of suspects still seemed scandalous and juicy to him. "Ooh! What do you think they did?"

Now Mori really did grin. "Think? I know they were involved in something that's quite… large scale."

A stern looking man with a thick, black mustache marched into the room. "What're you doing in my chair, Mori?" he growled, moving his mustache up and down with every syllable.

Mori calmly turned to face Louis's superior, Mr. Sanders. "I'll need to be using your office as an interrogation room for my latest case."

Mr. Sanders let out an even more disgruntled growl. He didn't care for the investigators much but knew it'd be his job on the line if he didn't comply with them. "Fine, whatever but don't be hogging my office all day."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Mori assured.

Eight individuals sat in the waiting room twiddling their thumbs and shaking their legs in anticipation. All were silent and a bit paranoid that at any moment someone would scream out how they knew everything and needed to be taken to the Digital World right away. The Digidestined would be turned into government property because they were the only ones who could open the gate, the government would decide the Digimon's true purpose was to take over the Real World, so humans had to take over the Digital World first and build condos everywhere.

Of course, that was a worst case scenario.

Currently all they knew was that they were waiting to be questioned in a police station and hadn't admitted to knowing anything about anything.

A man with a thick mustache stepped out of a nearby door and into the waiting room. He held up and read a small slip of paper in his hands and called out gruffly, "Yamato Ishida."

Matt stood up slowly and silently followed him into the dimly lit office. It looked and felt empty and cramped. Assuming it was for him, he took a seat in the fold-out chair placed near the center of the room and immediately relaxed into a slouch.

The chair faced a wooden desk that was much too big for its surroundings. From the also oversized office chair behind the desk, none other than Benjamin Mori spun around to face his first suspect with an air of confidence. "Now would you like to know why you're here?"

Matt resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Uh, kind of."

Mori merely smirked as he held up the photograph from the article he had found a few days ago in the Unsolvable Pile. "Do you know what this is a picture of?"

"Some monster fight in a movie?" Matt tried without skipping a beat. He was prepared for the worst and disappointed that he was right: this was about the Digimon. Now that his suspicions had been confirmed, Matt was more alert to make sure he didn't slip up and give them any information. He stayed slouched in the chair doing his best to pretend he didn't know or care about the photo.

"Wrong," Mori chided. "This is a shot taken roughly four years ago in downtown Odaiba, and in the background there-" He pointed to the tall blonde standing to the side of the monsters- "is you, Yamato."

"Wrong," Matt deadpanned. "That's not me. You'd think I'd remember something like that."

Mori resisted the urge to chuckle. He hadn't expected anything less than for them to deny it. "Oh, but it is you. You see, I blew up the image, did a little search, and found that the only person who matched was you."

Matt mentally cursed. They'd found him; no use in pretending but also no point in giving up that easy. Still acting like he couldn't care less, he decided it best to find out what this guy was up to. "Right, well I think I would know much better than you whether that's me or not, but if, let's say, that was me, why would I be on a movie set?"

"It's not from a movie!" Mori burst before quickly regaining his composure and calmly explaining, "These are real monsters that have appeared numerous times around Odaiba, Japan and even the world."

"And I didn't hear about this because…?"

"Because you…I'm asking the questions here, alright?" To be honest, Mori still didn't know why he wasn't aware of these monsters until coming upon the article.

Matt raised an eyebrow and studied the investigator. "You don't seem to know what you're talking about."

Mori let out a disdainful laugh that made Matt cringe. "Please, I know more than you."

The digidestined bit back his retort. As far as this guy was concerned, he did know more. Instead Matt only muttered, "You still don't know enough."

Mori let out a low growl of frustration. This one wasn't getting him anywhere. He met Matt's eyes and could tell that he wouldn't be giving up any information that Mori still firmly believed he possessed. "Fine, go."

Matt strolled out of the room as casually as he walked in but this time meeting seven expectant looks. As he sat back down in his seat, he gave an almost invisible nod to communicate to everyone the worst: To some degree, Benjamin Mori knew about the Digimon.

The man, a police officer, came back out to the waiting room swiftly reading and announcing, "Taichi Kamiya."

Tai glanced once more at Matt before making his way to the office with his head held high, prepared for what was about to come.

Upon entering, Mori barked at him to sit. It was time to play the bad cop. The investigator stood, so he could look down on Tai. His full height was always intimidating and the fact that Tai was sitting didn't help that. Despite that, Tai didn't flinch and waited for Mori to start.

"Let's cut to the chase. Tell me what this is." He pointed to Garurumon in the same picture he'd shown Matt.

Tai scratched his head in mock consideration. "You see, sir, a photograph is a moment captured on light-"

"I know what a photograph is!" Mori snapped.

Tai held out his hands defensively. "Then why would you ask me?"

"Ugh! You know what I meant. What is it a photo of?"

"Looks like Odaiba," the bushy-haired brunette answered simply.

Mori sighed. "And what is happening in Odaiba in the photo?"

Tai squinted his eyes as if to better study the image. "Well there are some people with their mouths open and their eyes are as round as soccer balls, so they're probably screaming."

The investigator tried to keep his voice steady and his temper from getting the better of him. "And why would they be screaming?"

"Because it's Halloween."

Mori paused, dumbstruck. "What?"

"Yeah," he continued taking the picture from him and turning it around, so Mori could see it. "See those two guys in the front? They're in costumes because they're going Trick-or-Treating, and those people screaming didn't give them candy, so they had to be tricked because that's the rule. Must have been a pretty good trick because they look pretty scared."

Mori sat a few more moments staring at the picture in disbelief as his blood began to boil. He was fed up with this kid. He leaned over his desk, mere inches from Tai's triumphant grin. Through barred teeth he hissed, "Enough, tell me what you're not telling me."

If anything, Tai's grin grew wider. "Now if I told you what I'm not telling you than I wouldn't be not telling you because I told you."

Mori exploded, "Out!"

"If you say so," Tai chirped and sprang out of his seat and back into the waiting room.

Upon entering, the room instantly changed his mood, reminding him of how tense everyone was. He caught Izzy's eye and shrugged nonchalantly as if to say it was nothing.

Sticking his head back into the waiting room, the officer said, "Hikari Kamiya."

Kari took a deep breath and after getting a reassuring look from both TK and her brother, she walked slowly to where Mori awaited.

The investigator looked to be still fuming; he spoke with hostility already in his voice. "I hope you're not like you brother."

Kari, having no idea how to respond to that, remained silent and Mori gestured for her to sit down before he took a seat himself.

He folded his hands over the desk and looked to Kari expectantly. "Do you have any idea why you're here?"

She played dumb hoping it would get her out of there sooner. "No, should I?"

He answered matter-of-factly, "Yes, you should. In my research, I actually found several photographs of you on the scene of these monster attacks." He began shuffling through his papers.

She tilted her head trying to portray confusion. "What monster attacks?"

He looked to her exasperatedly. "You know what I'm talking about."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I really don't."

He plopped a few photographs in front of her on the edge of his desk. "I suppose these aren't you?"

She took a few moments to study them. They definitely were of her; Angewomon was in almost every photo with her and several had other Digidestined standing by her. Most were from when she was twelve and was battling with the 02 team, but there was one of her at merely eight-years-old standing next to TK, green hat and all, both clutching their digivices tightly.

'How did he get a picture of that?' In fact, how did he get any of these? She knew there was always some form of media around trying to catch a story, but they couldn't possibly have been caught this many times.

"These aren't you?" Mori repeated still looking quite downbeat. He hadn't even notice her reaction to the photographs. If he had, maybe he wouldn't be so quick to dismiss her.

She looked away from the photographs to see Mori's gaze concentrated on the desk. "No, of course not."

Mori rubbed his temples muttering exasperatedly, "Just go then."

Kari left quickly, possibly feeling a little pity for the man who looked so hopeless. She met back up with her friends in the waiting room.

Not bothering to come out of the office, the policeman yelled, "Koushiro Izumi!"

Izzy stood up, straightened out his shirt, and marched into the office. This was what he'd been waiting for. Unlike the others, Izzy didn't want to just get through this; if Mori was a threat, he needed this questioning just as much as the investigator.

"Ben, is it?" Izzy questioned not seeing the point in a proper greeting.

Mori raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting someone to be so straight forward or automatically assume he could call him by his first name. He nodded slightly in response.

"Prodigious," Izzy muttered before continuing louder, "So the others have told me you've called us all her on account of monster attacks? Why exactly would we specifically be involved in something of that nature?"

"Um…" Mori was still in shock. Why was he the one being asked the questions? It didn't really matter; maybe if he answered this one's questions, he'd answer his.

Mori moved his papers around to reach the bottom of his pile where he firmly held onto a slip of paper without pulling it out yet. "You see, in the reports of monster attacks I found, there was no consistency; they were always with different people in a different place at a different time. There was no pattern, and I had no lead.

"That is, until I found this." He pulled out the paper. It was a fuzzy photograph of eight forms surrounded by all of the colors of the rainbow.

Izzy mentally celebrated for his correct assumptions, 'I knew it was the rainbow beam!' But on the outside he asked, "Why does that prove anything?"

"Because nothing else in the articles or photos hit me in the face like this one. These were humans being lifted into the air by something obviously supernatural right after standing in the middle of a huge monster battle. After some work, I found that these figures are none other than you and your pals in there from eight years ago."

Izzy took a minute to ponder. This guy really did do his research. They seemed to be caught, but besides old newspaper articles, he didn't have any proof. "So what's it matter if that is us? What are you going to do about it? Why do you even care?"

Mori chuckled in a way that made Izzy uncomfortable. "I have my reasons. Are you admitting to that being the eight of you?"

Izzy giggled nervously. Direct questions really did make him nervous. He scratched the back of his neck and rolled his eyes down to his shoes. "No, of course not, why would we be hanging around with monsters?"

Mori frowned deeply. He thought he might actually get an answer with this one. "Fine, don't say anything; there's still another day. Tell your pals they can go; we'll finish this tomorrow."

Izzy nodded, still not meeting the man's eyes, and scurried out of the room. Mr. Sanders closed the door behind him while shaking his head disappointedly. "Who knew some kids could rile you up so much."

Mori narrowed his eyes. "Those kids are my only shot, and they haven't given me anything to work with!"

"Maybe you need a new approach," The officer suggested.

"I've tried every approach in the book! I was harsh and uncaring and informative and-"

He interrupted, "Maybe they really don't know anything."

Mori shook his head vigorously in protest. "No, trust me. They know something, and I'm going to figure it out."

Well that was fun to write. I was going to say I liked a specific Chosen's interrogation, but I liked all of them, and this isn't the end of the questioning of course.

Much thanks for reading!