--xXx--
Ema Skye woke up with a jolt as she fell from the bed.
The morning light seeped into the room through the blinds.
She shielded her eyes from it and proceeded to get up from the floor.
Her breath smelled like puke and she had a throbbing head ache.
Agh…What happened last night?
Was I sleep-walking?
Hit-my-head-and-will-have-a-headache-later sleep walking?
The brunette changed into her red capris and green vest.
She slipped on her lab coat and headed for the door.
Her hand reached for the door when…
"Guten Morgan , fräulein…" yawned a sleepy voice.
Ema spun around. "G-Gavin?" she said in a raspy voice.
She cleared her throat.
"Where are you going?"
She shook her head. "Work."
"Nein. No you're not."
The detective turned the knob.
"Don't tell me, Gavin. I need my pay."
"I pay you."
Good point. Ema thought to herself.
"It doesn't matter. Papers to be filed. Cases to be stated."
"In the hospital…you don't know---"
"I'm not sick, Gavin."
"Fräulein…stop it."
"Try me."
The detective strode away to the precinct, making sure Gavin wasn't following her.
* * * * * *
An hour after Ema Skye stepped into the precinct, Klavier Gavin walked in and stuck a post-it on her back.
She hurriedly pulled it off.
The paper was black and was written on with a silver marker.
Ema read it out loud, "Are you sure, mein liebes?"
She turned her head to his office door which was open, showing him playing guitar off to one side.
The detective rolled her eyes at him and nodded a yes.
The day went by.
She finished filing the papers by 4 PM, the end of the day.
Ema walked out the front door of the precinct when she suddenly felt a pain on the right side of her head.
Just a migraine, Skye…Leave it for now.
She walked on.
Ugh…why does the car have to be parked so far away?!
In the detectives view, the light lessened.
Her eyesight blurred.
Migraine.
Migraine.
Keep walking.
Migraine…
Her eyesight went black.
The headache got stronger.
Ema pinched the bridge of her nose and felt around for her car.
Ow, ow, ow…
Her lungs filled slowly with air with her breath getting shorter.
And shorter.
And shorter.
The detective managed to open the car door.
She tried to inhale.
Hard, causing her to choke.
"He….lp!"
She gasped for a last breath.
"Hel…p…"
Help! God…help me…
Now her shrill cries were just in her mind.
God…
Klavier…
Sis…
Help…
And with that, Ema Skye collapsed on the ground.
"Fräulein!"
--xKLAVIERx--
I watched the fräulein collapse.
I ran to her and picked her up.
"Ema! Ema, hello? Ema!" I yelled to her face.
She let out soft choking sounds.
The detective began to turn pale.
The energy and color seeped slowly out of her.
Ema choked out whimpering sounds.
"Fräulein," I slipped my hand into her vest.
Thank God…
Her heart was beating.
Slowly fading…
Oh damn…
There was one thought on my mind how I could help.
Fräulein, you'll kill me for this in the morning.