He turned again, the cries echoing in his head getting worst.

-x-x-

"Polly what's that sound?" Trucy asked innocently as they stepped out of the door leading to the top floor of the building on that fateful morning.
"Trucy…go back downstairs." Apollo demanded.

"Why?"
"Don't ask ok, I think there could be a bit of trouble…"

"Do you want me to get help?" She offered.

"I appreciate it but no. In fact…" He reached into his wallet. "Go treat yourself to some of that cookie ice cream in the store over the road. Oh and get me some too!"
"Yay!" She snatched the bill from his hands.

The sounds were moans, not the kind of pain either, the one's of pleasure. Klavier's office was the only room on this floor, the rooms below belonged to the other prosecutors and chief. He hesitated before taking a step forward. He continued these hesitant steps until he was close to the steps.

"Ah baby…" Klavier groaned in pleasure.

"Who's he on about? Ema's downstairs and even so…she wouldn't do anything with him at the office…" Apollo gulped. 'Ok Justice, it's almost definite he's getting pleasure in there. Let's give him the benefit of the doubt and say he's looking at those sites shall we…'

Apollo gulped as he stepped forward. He was right about it wasn't Ema with him, he was right about Klavier being pleasured but he was wrong about the sites. His secretary was resting between his legs, praying on him like a hungry cat.

"Herr Forehead!" Klavier yelped.

"You disgust me." Apollo snarled before turning away.

"Wait!" He screeched.

"Go to hell!"

That was the first, a good four or five months ago. He'd caught Klavier several more times – he'd lost count at twelve although it was roughly two or three times a week. It wasn't just with his receptionist, he had caught Klavier with other women, doing what he pleased with them – usually in his soundproofed office. Apollo had noticed that a week every month – the number of times he caught Klavier increased – he assumed this was when Ema was at her grouchiest and less willing for sex – when she was bleeding. Odds were though, he would still get it off the poor detective.

Each time he caught Klavier, not only was he repulsed by what the man was doing, his guilt for not telling Ema cut away his conscious. Each time cut deeper and now he was down to a thin thread before he told Ema.

-x-x-

Apollo woke in fright. He steadied his breathing before seeing a dim light and hearing the faint bashing as his cellphone vibrated. There was a text from Ema and as he went to open it, the cellphone rang. This time though, it was Cass. He looked across at the clock, it was five in the morning.

"Hello?" He yawned, adjusting his eyes to the darkness.

"Oh thank God!" Cass sounded shocked and out of breath. "The police!"

"What about them?" Apollo was suddenly alert.

"T-They came and arrested Spencer."
"Wait…where are you? What happened!?"
"Well…you know the party? After you left something bad happened."
"Bad?" Apollo's brain began to process information easier. "How so?"
"You remember that stupid prick called Kevin. He fell from the roof. He was dead, found in the pool." She cried.

"When was this!? What time!?" Apollo flicked his lamp to life, grabbing the pen and scribbling the information down.
"I don't know about half an hour after you left?"
"Ok. So what did you do?"

"Spencer called the cops while I got everyone out the house."

"What did they say?" Apollo asked trying to be as calm as possible.

"Uh…they took the body and said they would investigate." His calmness cooled her a little. "Then I stopped with him last night and tonight."
"Ok so what's up?"
"The police have just broken in! They took Spencer! They say he did it!"
"What!?"
"He wouldn't do that A. You know him better than anyone!" She cried.

"I know he wouldn't!" Apollo declared. "And as soon as I can get ready and get to that station I'll help him sort it out!"
"Great! Oh. I called his mom too. Suzanne can get any guy to do what she wants, I thought she might be useful."
"Alright thanks Cass. Listen…get some food in you, have a drink then go back to bed ok?"

"Alright goodnight A..." The line went dead.

She hadn't called him A in a while. He groaned before checking the text.

'I'm sorry…I can't sleep.' Was all it said. He'd spent until seven in the morning having a conversation through text messages with Ema.

-x-x-

In the morning, he found himself along with a screeching Casey, trying to see Spencer.

"Let us see him you -!" Apollo covered her mouth to shut her up.

"Officer, I want to be his lawyer, I have to see him."

"He's in questioning." The man responded coldly.

"Please…"

"Oh, good morning Apollo." Ema waltzed past.
"Morning Ema, you seem in a better mood." He smiled.

"I feel a little better." She stated. "Who's this?" She smiled at Cass.

"Get off of me!" She pulled Apollo's arm. "My name's Cassie."
"So I finally get to meet you. Ema Skye." She shook her hand.

"So anyway Apollo. What do we do now?"
"I guess we wait for Spence's mom."
"What?" Ema looked at the pair.

"My best friend. Spencer. He got arrested last night."
"What for?"
"The police accused him of murdering someone at that party a couple of nights ago!" Cass cried out.

"Now they won't let him see us."
"Well why do you think Spencer's mom is gonna make a difference?"
"You…do know who Suzanne Shaw is…don't you?" Cassie's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Um…I've met Spencer before and I think I've seen his father too…" Ema thought for a moment longer. "I only live around the corner as well…"
"Suzanne – Spencer's mom – is a supermodel in fact she's more than that – she's the most demanded model here in the states." Cass declared. "She was a playboy bunny as well."
"Ok…what makes her so special?"
"Her breasts." Cass stated.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, her breasts aren't in proportion to the rest of her body. I'd say they're easily four times as big as mine and believe it or not, they're natural."

"Uh guys. As much as I'd love for you to carry on the conversation, have you forgotten I'm right here!?" Apollo barked – it wasn't the kind of conversation to have in a busy precinct, especially when there's a guy standing next to you.

"Don't pretend you weren't loving it." Cass smiled coyly.

"Shut up Cass." Apollo stated. "Look, I'll wait around for a while ok?"
"Cool, I need to pick something up." She waved. "Goodbye now!"

"I hope Klavier doesn't find out about Spencer…" Ema mumbled.

"Why's that?" Apollo asked leaning against the reception.

"I'm not sure why but Klavier seems to hate Spencer…" She noticed that as he leaned, his shirt had lifted slightly, she couldn't be sure but could she see some big muscles there? "A-anyway I should be going."

"Ah, Detective Skye! Prosecutor Gavin says he needs to see you in his office."

-x-x-

She immediately regretted going to see Klavier at the office. She'd forgotten the power behind his grip – especially since Apollo was always gentle when he touched her and Jake was never near her. He pushed her down into his chair and she screamed.
"No Klavier! Not here! Please!" She sobbed, knowing nobody would hear her. It was no use, he was already pulling at her belt to try and get it off.

Apollo was a little conscious of leaving Ema with Klavier, especially since he knew what she had been going through, so he decided to ditch his fruitless efforts at seeing Spencer to find her. He rushed straight to the prosecutor's office and burst through the door, only to receive an evil glare from the receptionist.

"Ema, you shouldn't struggle. It'll hurt you more baby." He kissed the side of her neck as he held her wrists high above her head. Almost as if he was on cue, Apollo burst through the door.

"Apollo!" Klavier sounded angry, Ema relieved.

"Gavin! What the fuck are you doing!?" Ema managed to break free of his grip and run behind Apollo. "Ema, get out of here ok."
"Thanks." She whispered as she refastened her belt.

"I'm getting sick of you Herr Forehead." Apollo felt the door slam shut behind him and as Klavier ran towards Apollo ready to hit him. Apollo grabbed his wrist and slammed him into one of the cd towers.
"Go fuck your receptionist if you're that desperate." He said calmly as he made his way out. Sure enough, that same morning, Klavier did have sex with his receptionist.