I just realized that I never write Kid and Maka happy together. Something always goes wrong and this fic is no exception. Anywho, let me know what your suspicions are on who attacked these two! I want to hear your ideas! In this we see who "she" is and meet a few more characters. So enjoy! I don't own anything but the writing. Atsushi Okubo and JB Kohl own the characters and story respectively. And the names of songs I use for the chapter names belong to their respective artists. Read and Review, please!

Ah, Cheater's Row. Soul was familiar with the line of cheap motels cheaters used to… well, cheat. It was where he got most of his evidence for his clients. So why had Kid and Maka picked a motel on Cheater's Row to celebrate their wedding night?

Many police cars and two ambulances were there before Soul. A woman could be heard screaming from one of the ambulances. The detective couldn't decipher the noise, but he assumed it was Maka.

"This place bring back memories, Evans?" a voice asked from behind Soul.

"Proud of yourself, Black Star?" Soul retorted, turning to face the man.

"I'm surprised you didn't catch Tsubaki and me sooner," Black Star said with a smirk. "So who's the real detective here, huh?"

"Go back to your corpses. You never know, they might actually listen to you."

Black Star was a homicide detective. He was married to Tsubaki Nakatsukasa… who at one point had been Tsubaki Evans.

The fact that Black Star was there confirmed that there had been a murder. A dead man couldn't get him Kami's letters. Or perhaps Kid had them with him… "Hey, I have a favor to ask…" Soul began.

"Good luck with that," Black Star replied, walking into the motel room.

Ox Ford, a good friend of Kid and a police officer, stood nearby the entrance. Black Star wouldn't let Soul in… but he'd let Ox in. "Yo, got a second?" Soul asked Ox.

"Sorry, Evans, there's a murdered man and his hysterical wife to take care of. I don't really have time to chat," Ox answered.

"Honestly, I just need to know if there are any letters in that room."

"Letters?" Ox asked, raising an eyebrow. "Death the Kid is dead and you're worried about his mail?"

"Look, I need these letters. Black Star won't let me look around, so can you look for them for me?"

Ox stood still a moment, thinking it over. Then, he entered the room. A few minutes later, he returned with nothing in his hands. "Nothing but a messed up room."

"Damn it…" Soul muttered, fishing in his pocket for a cigarette. Tsubaki had always hated it when he smoked… but she wasn't here, now. She was probably safe at home waiting for Black Star… Soul shook his head, to get her from his thoughts and out of frustration. He'd forgotten his cigarettes at home. "So, any clues so far as to what happened?" Soul asked, nodding towards all the commotion.

"No idea who did this or how they got in the room. Kid was strangled with the bed sheets. Maka has a few bruises, scratches, and broken fingernails. It's amazing she escaped with her life even though Kid didn't," Ox explained. He suddenly lowered his voice. "Do you know if those letters have anything to do with this?"

"Nah, just love letters from some chick Kid was with," Soul answered with a shrug.

"Forget about those letters," Ox said firmly. "Kid was a good man. He wouldn't cheat on Maka."

"I have a client who says otherwise."

"I think you should leave, Evans."

"I was just leaving, Ford."

…

"Detective, please tell me you found those letters!" Kami's voice was trembling. It was early in the morning after Kid's death that the woman called Soul.

"Sorry… I didn't. Your man's dead, Kami."

"I know…" she replied, starting to cry. "And I can't offer my condolences to Maka… for obvious reasons…"

"Yeah, that wouldn't go over too well…" Soul thought to himself. "I plan on visiting her today," he said to Kami. "I'll say 'a friend' sends her apologies."

"You're too kind… Please… the letters… I need them back as soon as possible!" Her voice became frantic.

"Why do you need them so urgently?" he asked. The line went dead…

…

The city asylum. Soul never thought he'd ever have to set foot in the place. Maka was staying there due to the fact she hadn't spoken since screaming as she was taken from the scene of the crime. As futile an attempt it seemed, Soul still needed to find those letters.

Walking down the hallway, he could hear two women talking just within the nearest doorway. One of the women was taller than the other he noticed as he rounded the corner slightly into the doorway. Maka Albarn (Did Kid even have a surname? Soul wasn't sure and didn't really care) could be seen slouching slightly in a chair placed in the middle of the room. Her eyes were downcast and unmoving, even as the two women spoke to her.

"Maka, dear, you have to talk. Please? For us?" A fourth woman spoke. Soul had dreamed of her voice for months. He stood fully in the doorway in order to see all four women. Tsubaki placed a hand on Maka's shoulder. "Please? Tell us what's going through your mind. How can we help if you don't?"

The short blonde finally took notice of Soul's presence. "Who are you?" she asked. All but Maka looked to him. Tsubaki's eyes widened and looked away from him in shame.

"I'd better get home…" she mumbled as she walked out of the asylum. Soul closed his eyes as she walked by. Of course she wouldn't acknowledge him. Of course she should get home. To the man who had once upon a time been his best friend…

"What do you want?" the taller woman asked him irritably. "She's been questioned enough today! She wouldn't answer anyone else. Why would she answer you?"

"I'm just here for letters," he explained calmly. He squatted down in front of Maka, trying to look into her glossed-over eyes. "Do you know if your husband had any letters he didn't want you to read?" No response. "Or do you know someone by the name of Kami Esteed?" Maka's eyes darted up to meet Soul's. "Now we're making progress… Do you know if she sent Kid any letters?"

"Kid?" she asked, slightly mortified. "Oh, God… Kid? Liz, where's Kid? Tell me where he is!" She snapped her head back and forth between the three visitors. "Where's my fiancé? Tell me! He said he'd only be gone for a short time! Get him for me! Where is he?"

"He was gone for a short time?" Soul asked. "Could he maybe have been meeting with Kami?"

"Enough!" the woman named Liz barked at him. "Can't you see how upset she is? She doesn't even know about the wedding! And now you're accusing her late husband of cheating? What gives you the right?"

Maka held her head in her hands, crying hysterically for Kid. Soul pitied the widow. "She deserves to know. Everyone deserves to know if their partner cheated on them," he explained.

"Get out of here! NOW!" Liz shrieked at him, trying to hold Maka still. The shorter woman stroked the widows hair comfortingly.

The detective held up his hands in surrender. "If you should remember anything or have any questions, let me know," he directed towards Maka. "My name's Detective Soul Evans. Give me a call sometime." And with that, he left the sobbing woman with her friends.