A/N: Oh my, an update! Very short, but whatever. Long stuff is apparently not in my skill set. I'm considering mixing in assorted chapters called "Office Politics Part _," where the characters interact... you guessed it, in the office. If there are some you'd like to see together, tell me who, okay? But just know that I'll probably totally ignore a request for a pairing if I don't like them together because I'm a bitch like that. Chances are you'll end up with something platonic instead.

ALSO THANK YOU TO MY REVIEWER. Reviewers, once I have more.

Disclaimer in last chapter. It'll stay there. It doesn't need to move around, now, does it?

Interrogation Part 1: Violet

"Mon ami, it is not hard." Francis said as he entered the room and sat down. "Just tell me what you were discussing in that little gathering of yours, oui?"

The man eyed him dubiously. "Uhh... shouldn't ya know? The albino said he and his partner bugged the place."

The Frenchman looked rather amused. "The albino forgot to turn the equipment on."

The prisoner attempted to stifle a laugh. It didn't work very well. "An' why do ya look so pleased about this? I'd expect all it could cause ya is more trouble."

"Gilbert may be clever," He chuckled, "but his common sense can be, how should I say it... lacking. He is an old friend, his antics are simply amusing at this point."

"Friends, huh? Reminds me of my best friend. Haven't seen that guy in a while."

"Oh? He didn't go down the same path as you?" This was a mild shock. Usually friends stuck together in careers such as these.

"Nah, he said he didn't want to put up with my idiocy for any longer than he had to." He laughed.

"Sounds to me like your friend needed to learn the value of l'amour!"

"Love, huh? Ya'd get an earful from him if ya tried to talk to him about that kinda stuff. 'Shut up,'" He mimicked, "'no one wants to hear you go on about useless things like that.'"

"Ah, I know a man who speaks like that! They are very similar, non? Perhaps they could even be the same person!"

"Why the hell not? Ya never know."

"Indeed."

They sat silently for a moment, the officer trying to remember what he was supposed to be asking the prisoner about.

"Hey, is... is that wine?" Francis had carried the glass in, and for some reason the prisoner was just realizing this now.

"Oui." He said, a little smug.

"Should ya really be drinkin' that at work?"

"Non."

"... Ya got any more?"

Francis reached under the table and retrieved a bottle. "Would you like some?"

Another officer walked past the door to the interrogation room about a half an hour later, only to hear raucous laughter.

He paused for a moment and sighed.

"Idiots."

A/N: France has super wine powerz. Don't question it, you know it's true.