Author Notes : This chapter is pretty short. I hope you like it though, okay?

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Lana Skye stared at us knowingly.

She nodded her head at the mere descriptions we gave and kept eyeing me and Ema.

Me and Ema.

Perfect, ja?

We were seated on her couch inside her room.

Ema looked frozen beside me.

"Klavier Gavin , you do understand that this is partially your fault." Lana said.

I took this seriously.

"Yes. I do."

"And we all know that don't want anything to happen to Ema." She added.

"Yes. We don't."

The former chief prosecutor leaned in close to me.

"There's only one thing to do."

I made a quizzical look.

"We need to keep this extremely secretive."

"What is it, Ms. Skye?" I asked her.

"We have to kill it." Lana whispered.

"Nein…will the fräulein approve?"

"We have to abort it."

"NO!" Ema yelped.

Our attention shifted to her.

"No," Ema said, calming down. "We…can't. It's cruel."

Her sister took the detective's hand. "Ema, we just don't want you to get hurt."

"So you'll kill it?" Ema made a face of despair. "You think I wouldn't get hurt?"

"Ema…"

She got up. "No…I won't do it."

The brunette headed for the door. "Screw you guys."

"Fraulein…" I took her by the wrist.

I stood up and rubbed her hand.

"This is your choice, love."

"Well if it is my choice, I'll…I'll do my best and it's not going."

I nodded my head.

I turned my head to Lana and mouthed 'Don't do it'.

She nodded in response.

Ema snapped her fingers. "Well, if you don't mind, I have to be packing."

"Was? Fräulein detektivin, what trip?"

"Yes Ema, what trip?" Lana joined the conversation.

Ema made a face.

"The chief detective is sending me on a business trip tomorrow night. I'll be back in 4 months. Don't worry." She turned back.

Lana tapped her foot angrily.

"You're not going, Ema." She said sternly.

"Sis, I make my decisions. I'll be fine."

"No Ema. You're not."

"Sis! I make my own decisions. I'm going."

I opened my mouth. "Fräuleins…"

"Stay out of this, Gavin." Ema warned.

"Ema, you don't have to do this if you don't want to?" Lana said.

"Well I do. Plus, the mom always takes the lead. And now, that happens to be me."

Lana took a deep breath. "Alright. I'm sorry, Ema. Take care of yourself. And you can't blame me after this."

"Yes sis. I know what I'm doing." The fräulein detective walked out of the room.

"I better take her home." I told Lana.

She nodded.

I followed after Ema and slung my hand over her shoulder.

She tried to nudge it off but failed.

"Need a ride?" I asked her.

She cleared her throat.

"Ja."