Ema was fuming. Words could not describe the confusion and anger swirling around in the detective's brain. She had balled her hands into fists at some point, what point she wasn't exactly sure, and rolled her thumb over her wet fingers. Maybe if she just thought hard enough, Klavier would forget his question or better, forget that ever happened. Unfortunately, Ema could not wipe minds with her own think tank, and the pestering soon began again.

"Fräulein?"

She restrained herself from throttling him, instead mumbling under her breath.

"Hm? What was that?"

Ema slurred her words together again, only slightly increasing the volume in her irritated tone. Klavier wouldn't have it though, and he asked her again to repeat.

"I said it was fine! Okay! Average! Probably only a six. Seven if you hadn't gotten your foppish, wet self all over me. Happy?" She snapped, angrily pushing locks of wet hair out of her face and crossing her arms, falling back until the wall stopped her.

The prosecutor seemed less than pleased with her evaluation. Of course he had always been told that if kissing was an Olympic sport, he would win. And he had obviously trained as much as any gold medal winner. But somehow the brunette's words had cut into his self-esteem, and his 'okay' lips formed an unhappy pout.

And for a good ten minutes, the two of them stood there, angry and soaking wet, mulling over thoughts and things to say.

After a while though, Ema felt something nudge her foot. Her eyes shot downward, searching the small puddle that had formed for any signs of a fish or other water creature. But instead she found that Klavier was gently prodding her foot with his own. She glanced up to see if this was some kind of joke, that Klavier was laughing at her with his eyes or making fun of her somehow, but was a bit stunned to see the rock god staring at the water, almost looking sheepish.

Of course he knew that he was touching her, but she didn't lash out or scold him. Ema felt a pang of guilt for her harsh words. They weren't very harsh to her, hell, her standards were quite high, a 6 was pretty good compared to most of her longer term...relationship, but obviously they were quite hurtful to the pretty boy. She hadn't kissed many, and his had probably been one of the best, but she refused to admit it.

So as an apology, she would let him play with her feet. It was the best she could think of, and eventually she found herself playing along with him. A smile crept to the crabby woman's lips, but she had made sure that Klavier hadn't seen.

She thought he hadn't, at least. He swirled a design over Ema's pale skin, and soon after he hooked his ankle around her's.

"You have big feet." Ema huffed, breaking the silence. She immediately regretted it.

"You know what they say about those with big feet, ja?"

She flushed.

"Good drivers?"

He laughed and Ema felt those butterflies in her stomach turn into big, angry bats. Why did his laugh have to turn her knees into gelatin and tickle her insides?

"Sure fräulein, if you say so. I'll have you know that I am an excellent driver, I just like my hog more. You've seen her, haven't you? Remind me to give you a lift to the precinct one day."

The look on the detective's face brought another joyful laugh to her superior's lips. "Some other time then. Perhaps we could have dinner, or you could come to another concert? As security, of course."

Ema rolled her eyes, her wits finally coming back to her. "Pft. I would not come to one of those even if you paid me double salary....Well, maybe if it was double. Or you paid for dinner..." She would not enjoy an evening with the fop, but if it got her a free, hearty meal or some more cash, she wouldn't object.

It was Klavier's turn to not answer, only hinting at his pleasure with a subtle smile. Uncomfortable silence time began again, but both seemed to be okay with that. Ema wondered if she had actually just kind of accepted an offer to go to dinner with that insufferable Gavin, and Klavier wondered if now would be a bad time to hug his little fräulein.

Whatever, thinking was for trials. He tried to be as stealthy as possible, but there really was no way to sneak up on someone while in an elevator. Ema looked up at him, a question poised on her tongue, but forgot what she was even thinking of when she was suddenly being held protectively by who was the closest thing she had to an enemy. Klavier wasn't being rough and tumble, wasn't trying to coax her into saying something incriminating, he just held her. And he was surprised when he realized that for once she wasn't trying to beat him up for entering her personal bubble.

Ema was rigid at first. She was positive that Klavier was going to try to cop a feel or trap her or something. But after a few awkward moments of playing the ever fun game 'will he, won't he' in her head, Ema brought down her tough-as-nails wall and sunk into the warm hug. She even looped her arms around his back and allowed herself to sob silently. She was so sick of being stuck in here. She hadn't seen anyone for what seemed like eternity, hadn't slept right, hadn't eaten. Maybe she would ask Klavier to take her out for that dinner after this finally ended. If it ended. Hell, at this point she would even willingly ride on his motorized death trap. His grip tightened as he pulled her closer, lightly tracing that same strange shape on her back...

Wait a sec, she knew what it was. He was drawing that weird Gavinner's G on her back! And he had done the same thing earlier too. Whoa, that was weird. How did she not notice that? Another rush of white hot color flooded to her face.

But she tried to shrug it off. Ema was too comfortable to object now, and she hadn't had an honestly comforting hug in a while. She opened her eyes, not having realized that they were closed, and straightened up again. Klavier must have realized her realization, because the repetitive motion stopped soon after.

This could not have been happening. She must have slid in the water and bonked her head or something, because she did not just show Fop Gavin weakness.

The more she thought about it, though, the more she didn't care. So what if Gavin had seen her cry or she hugged him? He had kissed her, so technically she had more social ammo. Though it was likely there would be more comments on why he would kiss someone like her than how bad a person Klavier was. So this really didn't help her at all. So she might as well give him plenty to remember, right?

What was she thinking? Ema surely must have gone crazy. Her scientific and impulsive minds began clawing at each others throats, and she was so wrapped up in trying to reason with herself that she didn't even notice when she was forced backwards a bit or when a gentle tug left her hair down. She did, however, notice when a pair of lips traced her jawline. And when those same lips found their way onto hers. And when she didn't do anything about it.

Of course Klavier had been expecting some sort of violent reaction. Even if she had let him hug her, it was unlikely he would sneak a few kisses without being beaten somehow. So he was quite shocked when his fräulein teased his lower lip with her tongue. But his confusion was no match for Ema's. She had no clue what she was doing, but she was doing it.

When she finally came to, Ema could barely keep her footing she was so dizzy. Her brain was fried. Toasted. Completely obliterated. But she couldn't deny that the prosecutor had beaten his previous attempt. After a few more seconds to collect herself, Ema almost laughed. Whatever had just happened felt like some cheesy romance novel.

"Enemies stuck in elevator discover hidden feelings and mack until they suffocate. Yeah. Real plausible."

Bah! I really hope you guys like this chapter. I've been feeling sick lately, and my school is crazy Swine flu town or something, so I've been delusional. So if you didn't like it, that's my excuse? Only one more chapter to go, and I'm pretty excited. Since I actually know what I'm doing for that one, it shouldn't take as long as these recent chapters have. Please review!