Hey guys! Blue here with another chapter! How are things with you? I've got my end of year exams coming up *gulp* but apart from that, I'm doing alright!

I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, this'll probably be from Ema's perspective (something I'm pretty comfortable with.) so I hope you enjoy it! ^-^

EMA'S POV

*BRRRRRIINNG* *BRRRRRIINNG*

Ugh. My phones been going off all day. I probably should answer it... If only I didn't have so much paperwork to do. Stupid fop, piling on all this work. He doesn't care, why would he? Idiot.

Ugh! I probably should have set my ringtone as something less irritating. This is really getting on my nerves now, it's hard to concentrate. Okay, paperwork. I've got to fill this out, both the Chief and the fop'll get mad if it isn't done.

My phone... Stopped ringing...? Whoever tried to call me must have given up. Good, now I can get down to work without too much disturbance. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a couple of Snackoos as the sound of my fingers pressing down the keys of my computer fill the otherwise silent room. The work was relatively simple, there was just too much of it.

Godammit Fop, I hate you so much, y'know?!

Good. My lunch break. I was about halfway through my work for the day, and finally, I get a break. Walking out of the precinct, I check my phone. 27 missed calls? Jeez. And 19 messages too? Whoever this was must have been desperate.

I might as well listen to them, huh? Maybe it was important? Must have been...

"Is this Ema Skye? My name is Oliver Davis. I'm a paramedic and I have some news regarding your sister, Lana. It would be much appreciated if you could call me back. I work at the-"

Lana?! What happened?! This can't be good, not at all. Listening to all the others, my heart only sank deeper. They were all the same, sounding more and more desperate each time.

"Miss Skye, please. It's of upmost importance you hear this. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

Ach! This really, really wasn't good. I quickly punched in the number he told me in one of his messages, and I got through to him almost straight away.

"Miss Skye, is that you?"

"Yes, hello. Please, is something wrong?" Trying to hide the worry in my voice, I hear him gulp on the other end of the line. Bad news. Definitely bad news.

"Well, um, yes. It's your sister, Lana, right? Oh, Ema, I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything..."

"What is it?! Please, sir. I need to know." I wish he'd just get to the point. My hands were trembling now, and I could barely hide the anxiety in my voice.

"It was a complete accident. She didn't see the car coming, and it was the rain, it skidded, and um... Well, it hit her... I'm so sorry, she didn't make it."

What?! This was worse than I expected. So, so, so much worse. Was it true?! Was she really dead? No. She couldn't be dead. The entire idea of it was unthinkable, Lana couldn't just leave me like that!

"Miss Skye? Ema?" I could hear him on the other end of the line, but what he was saying passed straight through me. I hit the end call button, and headed back to the precinct, ending my lunch break early.

GUMSHOE'S POV

I saw her enter the precinct. She looked completely different to how I'd ever seen her before. Her face was emotionless, and she wasn't stuffing those snacks in her mouth as she always seemed to be.

"Pal? You okay?" I ask softly as she passes, she didn't look good, not good at all. I watch her shake her head, and pass straight by me, no eye contact, nothing. She walks immediately into the ladies toilets, and walking out a few minutes later, paler than before, shaking too.

I watch it all, seeing her sink down into her chair at her desk. The girl picks up something that was on her desk. Something small, a picture frame, maybe? Then she did something I guess I kinda expected, but it still came as a shock as I watched her break down into tears.

Another detective walked by swiftly, as if she was going to talk to the poor girl, but I stopped her, "Don't, pal. You should leave her, she probably wants to be alone right now."

Something was wrong here, but it still wasn't really my place to ask what it was. There would be time. And I think Prosecutor Gavin was dropping by later. Maybe he could get it out of her?