Jeez, I am not on top of these prompts. I'm a day off, so either tonight or tomorrow I'll double update so I can get back on track. The only thing is that this takes forever to do, oddly enough, and I kinda don't want to do another one after I finished working on the final prompt. All I can hope for is that one of the prompts are short.

Day Sixteen: Needing each other

Taylor usually needed Saguru. Not emotionally, really- that wasn't really needed for either of them, unless they wanted to cuddle or something. No, this need was far different than the usual kind of need.

"Saguru, how many volts of electricity are needed to kill a person?"

You know, it was one of those kinds of needs; the questions that need to be answered for either curiosity sakes or to fact check something that she had read.

"Why do you want to know?"

She could just look up the answers online, but after clicking on link after link she found that calling or texting him was far faster. He's a genius, after all, and a detective. He usually knew the answers to her questions.

"Just curious."

It's not like this is an uncommon thing for her to do anyway- plenty of writers do this (Fanfiction writers totally count as writers). She just calls herself a writer and hopes that he won't get too worried about the questions she asks.

But as Taylor's hands flew across the keyboard, bolding passages she needs to double check and writing down questions to ask Saguru once he gets back from a case, she couldn't help but wonder if he needed her as much as she needed him- for questions, that is.

She deleted three paragraphs deemed unworthy and wrote them again.

"Saguru, is it true that nicotine sulfate will kill you in just a few minutes?"

It's not like she would know the answers to the questions he asks anyway. Art and music don't show up much on cases and if they need to translate words into English Saguru can already do that himself.

"Saguru, did you know that blood will bounce on snow because of the temperature differences?"

Well, he could always ask about ways to kill people using basic cooking utensils. She's an expert in that due to random searches on the Internet, and watching how killers mess up tells her what mistakes to avoid, making her the perfect serial killer if she ever wanted to be one. Not that she would- or could-, she reassured him multiple times.

"Saguru, if you ever need to look for a body you should try the cemetery. That's the perfect spot, eh?"

Of course, writing was just a hobby of hers; something to get her mind off the harsh school work. Her real skill was downstairs, sitting all great and mighty in her living room with worn down ivory keys.

"Saguru, if anyone dies on a piano and I'm accused of killing them, please know that I didn't. I could never disgrace the instrument like that."

She helped on his cases before, in high school, but now that she's in college she didn't have the time to accidentally get caught in a case like she did before. She was too busy with college, and with upcoming graduation she had to focus on her studies. Then she would still be too busy with school because of her job.

Work sucks.

"Saguru, how would one clear their lungs of smoke? No, without going to a doctor. My character is a doctor so I need to know the procedure."

The phone rang and she grinned when she saw the picture on the screen. "Hey, I was just thinking about you. I have some questions-"

"Not now, Taylor." Saguru said from the other line. "I have a question to ask you that involves the case."

Taylor's eyes brightened immensely and she spun in her chair with a small laugh. "Alright, what do you want to know?"

"Well, there's this safe that we need to get into." He explained. "The only problem is that it has a password."

"Did you try 'password'?" She asked, putting the phone between her ear and shoulder as she reached for a pen.

"Ha ha, very funny." He said dryly. "This guy is a music fanatic like yourself and his will said that the password is hidden within these music notes- we don't really want to use force to break into it, so I figured that you could get it."

"I'm honored you think so." Her grin widened. "The notes?"

"They're in a picture I just sent, so you should get it in a minute or two."

"Mmkay." She twirled her pen in her hand. "So you can't read music? I'm positive that we learned it in music class."

"Maybe so, but it's been years- you really can't expect me to remember something that I didn't give my full attention to." He argued.

"As someone who can recite the time to the millisecond, I can expect you to remember something that simple, even if you didn't fully pay attention to it." Her phone buzzed and she looked at the text. "I got the picture."

He ignored her comment, choosing instead to continue his job. "Excellent. Do you think you can figure out the password? It's seven letters-"

"Defaced."

"What?" He asked, surprised.

"The password- try the word defaced." She was quiet as he relayed the information to the people around him. "Did it work?"

Saguru sighed and she could imagine him running a hand through his hair. He probably didn't, though; with all of the people around he needed to keep up appearances. "Yes, thank you so much, Taylor."

"I'm just glad to help," she told him. "I thought that I was the only one that needed you to answer my questions. I'm glad it goes both ways."

He gave a small laugh. "Of course I need you." Taylor bit her lip as she smiled. "I have to go now, so I'll talk to you later- and get your lip out from between your teeth. It's not healthy."

"Show off," She murmured into the phone. He chuckled and she couldn't help but laugh as well. "Alright, bye-bye."

"Bye." The second she hung up she spun in her chair, squealing. "Aw, Duke! I got to help him again!" She called, running out of the room to dance with her dog in her excitement.

Every single question that she asked was a question that I had actually asked sometime in my lifetime. I got the password idea from Tumblr, and was actually going to use the word 'cabbage' before I decided to change it. If you can read sheet music, then kudos to you! I learned how to do it in choir (yes, band kids, choir kids can learn how to read sheet music as well (comment made to my mom and my friend, who keeps forgetting that we can)).

Thank God this was a short chapter. Now I think I can double update tonight~~