A/N: Update woo! Things are going to pick up the pace a lot more after this chapter.

Dislcaimer: I don't own these two or a car :(

"In comparison to you, they're bland." He told her, his face holding now sign of his usual smirk when talking to her.

"What?" She asked, looking up at his oddly serious face with a peculiar feeling about her.

"The roses," He answered "You look stunning tonight, as you do everyday. The roses are bland in comparison because you're worth a thousand more."

Ema blinked back at Gavin.

"...Thank you?"

Gavin smiled at this. What could she say back? He told her it was no problem and motioned for her to move up slightly with his hand. Gracefully climbing in after her, he knew he felt more comfortable in this environment than Ema did, though he wrongly misplaced her discomfort.

Ema was so busy hoping that none of her neighbours had seen them so she would have to answer questions later that she completely forgot about the proximity between her and Gavin, and didn't even notice he was handing her a glass of wine till they had safely pulled away from her apartment complex.

"Fraulein-"

"My name is Ema."

"Fine, Ema," He continued with a smile after se had cut him off, "Would you like a drink?"

She noted the glass he was offering her and regarded it with discomfort. Please, she thought, don't let me get too drunk tonight.

While Ema took a small sip Gavin took his chance to observe her more. Her legs did indeed look longer and he stifled a laugh as he watched her awkwardly try to cross her legs in heels he was sure she wasn't used to.

"Stop that, Mr Gavin." Ema shot sharply at him.

He looked up to her eyes and grinned. She was looking at him over her glass with suspicious eyes and a raised eyebrow and felt her resolve lesson a little.

"Stop what, Fraulein?" He asked her, grin firmly in place with a twinkle in his eye because he knew he was winning this time, though he reminded himself quickly not to let her have much more alcohol if one glass had affected her so quickly.

"You know what." She answered with the corners of her mouth start to curl upwards into a smile against her will.

Gavin's response was to widen his grin and wink at her in what she can only describe as boyish cheek. Unwittingly she giggled in return and she knew was in trouble for the rest of the night, though after a few more glasses she was sure she would question whether that was a good or bad thing.

***

Stepping out of the car with more grace than she had got in, Ema shyly held onto Gavin's arm after he had offered it to her, and while Gavin was utterly oblivious to the people around him or the fans that had tracked him down, Ema made herself ignore the tingles she felt shooting from their point of contact on her arm.

Instead their focus was on different things. Gavin could not keep his eyes off her, any previous thought of any woman before had been replaced with a semi confused looking detective, who just happened to be the most radiant person he had ever seen. All Ema could concentrate on was getting one step after the other in her heels, praying she could spend more time sat down than stood up at the party.

Unfortunately, something she had not yet considered was just how much Gavin liked to be in the spotlight. Of course she wouldn't be sat down that much. She was his date. She would have to dance with him and when she finally thought of it, she would say that you can't refuse to dance with your boss. What idiot would? Though by then she would have known he liked to see it as she couldn't keep herself away from him.

After climbing the stairs to the room where she was doomed to spend the next few hours inevitably being grumpy, they entered with much dissimilar looks on their faces.

Ema sported her usual scowl and only managed to smile politely at some agents who had greeted them. Gavin, as usual, seemed to dull the room with his smile.

"How do you do that?" She asked him miraculously.

"Do what Fraulein?" He asked her, his smile growing as he turned to look at her.

"Be so happy here? These are the people you work with, who work for you. Doesn't it bore you?"

"Of course not, a party's a party. You seem to be forgetting who I am Fraulein. Up until a few months ago I was the lead vocalist of a rock band, now the only jamming I do is in the courtroom, which ends up with a different outcome. If I perform badly a guilty man might walk free, instead of an encore I get paperwork. So a party lifts my spirit considerably, consider it your version of forensic science. Though I probably like parties less since I don't wear party outfits all the time."

Ema looked away for a fraction of a second. She wasn't ashamed of always wearing a lab coat, though admittedly it felt nice not having it hung over her shoulders, no matter how unaccustomed she was to not wearing it.

***

Was this her third glass? Her fourth? Lord was it her fifth? Who kept getting them for her anyway? She was sure Gavin had hardly left her side all night. Then again, since she couldn't remember which glass she was on Gavin might as well be a pop up cardboard for all she'd notice now.

Wondering if Gavin had ever thought about getting life size cardboard cut-outs of himself from the old rock n roll days, she yelped in surprise slightly when he asked her to dance.

She considered it for a moment, it was scientifically a bad idea, and she had already concluded once that day that Gavin was scientifically bad for her. Then again, she'd already drunk three- four –five glasses of wine and no longer felt any pain in her feet from the heels.

"Why not?" She smiled up at him much to his surprise, though he got over it quickly and held out his hand to take her to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room. She was sure Gavin had had some influence over the party; though his music wasn't playing (at his request) the music did seem to be a bit young for most of the people in the room, though felt that she and Gavin were on that boundary line.

Gavin, once again showed no problem with the situation and started dancing straight away, laughing as Ema caught up to his speed but allowed her to slow down to drink yet another glass.

By the third song even Gavin was surprised at how much Ema was getting into dancing, and by the fifth and sixth he was sure that a few people around them were even more surprised at her fun and contagious enthusiasm for dancing and drinking. As the night had progressed and more alcohol had been consumed they had moved slowly closer to allow more room for people on the dance floor and their dancing could only be described as grinding at this rate, much could the rest of the rooms. It didn't seem to matter what age anyone was in that room, everyone seemed to be having fun acting like a teenager.

The particularly fast song they had just been dancing to came to a halt and a slower, mellower song blared out of the speakers. Ema giggled loudly at the situation she was in and saw Gavin smile adoringly at her. He promised himself to try and get that giggle out of her more often and grabbed her hand and waist to dance slower with her.

"What- what are you doing Gavin?" She asked while making no attempt to get away from him.

"This is commonly known as dancing, Fraulein." He winked at her and started to sway with her on the spot.

"This is- you're right. This is dancing. Huh." She felt his laugh vibrate in his chest as she placed her head against it.

"Having fun?"

"Not at all." She said, smiling as she said it and looked up at him to show that she didn't mean what she said.

He smiled back and to anyone who might have been watching them might have considered the possibility of the two getting along, possibly happy to be in each other's company, though they would have scratched that thought. Ema and Klavier were unofficial enemies, competitors and general pains in the ass to the other one. Tonight they would have been happy with anyone dancing with them while drunk.

Fortunately no one did notice this quick smile at each other, and no one did notice that Gavin's smile was more genuine that Ema's. Or was that unfortunate? Someone could've warned him. Someone could've warned her.

You're going to get your heart broken.

You're going to get your heart broken into.

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