Hello again! It's already chapter 6, wow it's been more than a month. Finally we're gonna get down to the actual case more. and maaaaaybe some HongIce. But me and some of my friends thought it would be funny to make Peter a drug dealer, remember he's like 8. Then we scratched that and now he's a candy dealer to other little kiddies. Just thought it'd be a funny thing to think about. Enjoy the chapter!

Peter- 8/9

"You know how I started thinking that Sadik was the mastermind behind the robbery?"

Emil nodded. "What about it?"

"Well, looking back on surveillance records throughout town, another round of Sadik's men were seen snooping around Berwald Oxenstierna's place."

"His building?"

"No, his house."

Well...that's not creepy at all.

"What surveillance video did you get this from?"

"Not a video. I got it from his kid."

Emil made a face. Wait. Berwald and Tino have a kid? But...They're both guys...This isn't like some kind of twisted harem. "What kid?"

Leon smirked. "You mean you don't even recognize your own nephew? Wow, Emil, that's shallow."

Emil sighed. "Well, I just blanked out! Wait! How do you know about my family?"

Leon shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Well, someone has to search up all the intel for this case. I just happened to stumble over your police record, then pushed a couple buttons and found out everything about you. Did you know that Hetabook is full of personal information?"

Emil stepped back a little. He wasn't scared of Leon, or his weird stalker ability. He was just confused. "How...did you do that? Look up all my information, I mean."

Again, Leon shrugged his shoulders. "The police computer database is really useful." He smirked. "But...I may or may not have hacked into your Hetabook..."

"WHAT?! HOW DID YOU-?" Emil slammed his hand down on the keyboard Leon was currently tracing his long fingers against.

"I told you, I pressed a couple of buttons. Then, I worked some of my special Cantonese magic, and a large order of Emil Steillson is served." He smirked and added under his breath, "And boy, did I enjoy my meal."

Emil narrowed his eyes, forcing himself not to blush. "Sh-shut up...That was horrifyingly cheesy."

Leon shrugged. "It's a waitress joke, what do you expect? Now, where were we...?"

This Asian guy works as a waitress? Aren't waitresses girls...? Emil shook his head, erasing the thoughts from his mind. "Um...something about Berwald's son..."

"Right. So like, Peter, Berwald's son, was left at home with some kind of babysitter. The babysitter isn't important, so I'll keep going. According to police, Peter said he was in the middle of playing a game of Angry Birds on his iPad when he saw, and I quote, "three weird looking guys wearing scary white masks." And to also prove he was there, Peter even took pictures, smart little guy."

Emil leaned against the edge of the table, a thousand thoughts running through his head at once. "Wait a second, what would Sadik want from Berwald's house?"

Leon rewinded the footage on the surveillance video. "Well...Take a look at this."

On the screen, it looked like one of Sadik's henchmen were searching through the Oxenstierna-Väinämöinens' trash bins hastily, the other men looking through the windows.

"What the-"

"Shh...There's, like, more."

A little later in the footage, Sadik's men were seen fishing through the contents of Berwald's mailbox. They pulled out envelope after envelope, finally claiming their hands on a large manilla envelope before scrambling from the Oxenstierna property.

"What the hell was that, Leon?!"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Did you not see those three men stealing something off your future brother-in-law's property?

Emil glared. "Of course I did! I mean...What were they looking for? Why were they looking for it? This doesn't make sense! Sadik would never do anything like this and-!"

"We're going on a field trip. Let's go." The Asian tugged at Emil's sleeve.

"What?! Why the hell do we need to go on a field trip? I'm not a child! And let go of my jacket sleeve you imbecile!" Emil felt like he was being harassed. Curse Captain Hédevéry. Curse my stupid brother and his idiot of a Danish boyfriend.

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"Back again, are we?"

Sadik's popped out of the front desk, a smile gracing his masked face.

Leon nodded. "Yeah. We're here to ask some more questions." He checked his nails lazily.

"Okay, well then...ask away!" He chirped cheerfully.

Leon pulled out his cellphone, and somehow, he managed to save the surveillance footage onto the phone's memory. "Do you recognize these workers of yours?"

Sadik narrowed his eyes. "I...don't exactly know…"

The video rolled again, and Leon paused on a spot where the three workers' faces could be somewhat seen through the screen. "How 'bout now? Do you, like, recognize anybody from the tape?"

The masked man shook his head. "No, these workers still don't ring a bell. I have a list of all my employees, as well as their IDs back here." He gestured behind the front desk.

Emil flipped through the pages, eyes scanning the photos thoroughly.

"While Emmy takes care of that, do you mind if I ask you a few more questions?" Leon smirked at Emil's sudden twitching.

"Well, why not? I don't have anywhere to go, so ask away, I guess." Sadik set himself down on a leather loveseat, releasing a small sigh.

The Asian crossed his legs on the leather couch he was sitting on. "Mr. Adnan, do you have any competition or enemy companies?"

"Hmm...Let me think...There was this one company...What was it...It was a fashion agency. "

Leon's eyes went cold. "...A fashion agency...?"

Sadik nodded. "Yeah...That Greek man, Heracles runs the place...What a lazy ass...But his boyfriend, that Asian cameraman, he's one fine piece of work!"

Leon felt something bubble inside him. It was dark, venemous, and cold. "..."

He's talking about Heracles and Kiku. How dare he! But...Could they? ...No, they couldn't have been behind this! The information that we've collected points to Sadik as the main suspect! There's no way in hell that Kiku and Heracles, out of all people, could've attacked the cafe to kidnap someone. Especially the cafe that I work at.

Emil, noticing a sudden change in the atmosphere decided to jump into the high tension. "Uh, Wang...what's going on here?"

The Hong Kong Chinese said nothing, him being deep in thought. Emil felt a vein in his head pulse slightly. What is that Asian idiot thinking about now? I know we've only started working together recently, but this feels strange for him to be so lost in his mind, especially during an interrogation of all things!

"I'm sorry, Sadik. My coworker just needs some time alone for a second. Do you mind if I just take him away for a moment?"

Sadik shook his head. "Go on right ahead. If he has any more questions for me, just tell me, okay?"

Emil nodded, and with a slight tug, he pulled Leon away from his spot on the chair.

Once he had managed to pull them both away from the Turk's proximity, the Icelandic pinched the still-lost-in-thought Leon. "Oi! What happened back there?" Emil hissed. "I hope you understand that it's a completely stupid decision to just sit your ass down on chair and just sit there!"

"I'm thinking. Shut up for a while and let me, like, think." Leon's voice sounded surprisingly harsh, breaking away from its usual nonchalant manner. "There's no way Kiku and Heracles..."

"...Leon?" No answer. " ...Don't tell me you blanked out again."

Emil sighed; there was no way that idiot was snapping out of whatever he was in the middle of doing anytime soon. So Emil, deciding to be the bigger man (literally, he's a hairpin's width taller than the Asian), marched right over to the Turkish man.

"Mr. Adnan, I'd like to ask you a few questions in the place of my co-worker."

Sadik smiled brightly. "Sure, cutie. Ask me whatever you'd like." He winked flirtatiously.

Emil didn't so much as flush bright red.

No, Emil Steillson didn't get flustered. That right was definitely reserved for a certain snarky and insanely sexy Asian boy-

No, definitely not for Leon.

Emil shoved his thoughts away rather harshly and cleared his throat. "Mr. Adnan, where were you three days ago?"

Sadik grinned. "Well, let me think...I'm pretty sure I was in my office finishing up some paperwork. Do you need me to get that out for you?"

Emil shook his head. "No, that's fine. Now, onto my next question. What time did you leave work?"

Sadik's smile only grew until it formed into one like the Cheshire Cat's. "Well, I can leave right now and take you with me, Ice."

Damn, couldn't the guy get a clue? He was trying to act professional here and all Sadik was doing was trying to seduce him!

Emil instantly regretted ever knowing this guy. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "I said, what time did you leave work?"

Sadik sighed. "Aw, calm down, Ice. I was only playing." Emil didn't know how much of that statement he could believe. "I left around two in the morning. Lots of paper, ya know."

"I hope that you don't plan on jumping around the bush all day."

Finally, he's back from the dead.

"What are you talking about, kid?" Sadik kept his tone light, but the tension in the air was thick enough to rip through.

"I think you know what I'm implying." Leon's eyes glinted dangerously.

What the hell was going on?

"L-Leon...?"

"Shush, babe, not now. I'm, like, trying to work here."

Babe?!

"I don't think you know what you're talking about. What happened to the Mr. Wang that was all into art?"

"Never existed in the first place." The Asian leaned against the loveseat. "Don't think I don't know what you're attempting to do with Emil, flirting with him like that." Leon hissed right into Sadik's ear. "You're not on an almighty pedestal here, Sadik Adnan. I know exactly who you are, I know exactly what you do in your free time. I know about your deal with playing around with all your co-workers, I know about your attraction to Kiku Honda. By the way, he's my half-brother. Don't think that you're going to try and steal Steillson away from-"

"-From whom? From you? Look, buddy, this cutie doesn't belong to you. So I suggest you think about your next few words. Unless you want me to escort you off the premises."

"Look, he belongs to me. So, like, stop trying to get him all flustered and stuff. That face is mine, buddy."

"How do you know? He hasn't even-"

Of course they didn't pay attention to Emil while they were bickering over the stupidest subject ever.

"-he doesn't belong to you, for the last time!"

Of course they didn't notice how Emil's face had turned the most scarlet color that he had ever seen.

"-you're just a sorry excuse for a businessman. You could be lying to his face for all we know."

Of course they didn't notice Emil's embarrassed stuttering in the background.

"-You're just some boring excuse for an Asian consultant!"

"Oh yeah? Say that to my face. Say it."

So naturally, Emil had to put a stop to this.

And there was only one way to do that.

Emil grabbed the back of Leon's collar and wrapped his arms around his body tightly. He could feel sparks of warmth exploding everywhere on the surface of his body, and the pleasant scent of the Asian he was currently trapping in his arms rolled off of him in waves of five spice and...gunpowder?

For a moment, Emil wondered what the pestering feeling in his chest was. It was a slight brush of...something, kissing his heart with the softest touch. It made him feel giddy, but when it passed, a dull ache was left in its wake.

"We're..w-we're together. So shut up and stop arguing!"

Leon grinned and stuck his tongue out at the Turkish man that was now gaping at the two, which Leon proudly pumped his imaginary fist at. When Emil pulled away, he gave the boy a smirk. "Don't you think you could've given me a kiss instead of a hug? Though...I enjoyed that immensely, Emmy."

Emil reddened instantly. "N-no. I'm not going to do that again either. That was just to make you both stop fighting like lovestruck schoolgirls. I wasn't done asking questions yet, and I-"

"No, no, Emmy. We got what we were looking for. We were just leaving." He threw a smug look at Sadik.

"Well, Ice...if you ever get tired of him, you know who to call, 'kay?"

Emil nodded halfheartedly. "Sure..."

-In the Car-

"Why can't I ever call you Ice? Wait, why are you even called Ice?"

"It's because I'm from Iceland, idiot. Stop asking questions, and I'm never touching you again."

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it, I could practically feel how hot your cheeks were from a mile away."

"Sh-shut up. I didn't, and will not. EVER."

"Sure you won't, Icy. Sure."