A/N: Is late! Sorry!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!!

The same time Ema's head hit the pillow, Klavier hung up his phone. During the past few hours he'd missed seven rings from one woman and she'd left a few voicemails. Upon ringing her back he agreed he'd go over to her place and help her out for 'old time's sake'.

He cursed softly under his breath and headed the opposite direction to her house but stopped in his tracks after taking a few steps. He turned to look at Ema's apartment, a small but sad smile playing on his lips.

Before she opened her eyes the next morning Ema Skye knew she was in trouble. And she really needed to get up. Unfortunately, early morning hangover logic told her to keep her eyes closed, that way the world won't come crashing back to her yet.

The main question floating around her hammering brain was what the hell had happened last night? And what the hell was in her hands?

She finally opened her eyes and immediately shut them again, cursing the sun coming through her window. Hiding under her bed cover she opened her eyes again and looked at the strange intrusion in her bed. A jacket, she concluded. A purple one.

Ema's eyes opened wide and she sat bolt upright. What the hell had happened last night?

This wasn't her jacket. This much she knew. It took her only a few more seconds to figure out that it was Gavin's jacket. And if that didn't worry her enough, now she had to figure out why she had it.

This though, would be harder than she hoped it would be.

***

After hanging up her phone to the main office at work she sighed and fell onto her couch. Though slightly dramatic, she felt it needed because she had woken up far too early, had a banging headache and would not be able to sleep during the sick day she had just taken.

She draped herself over the couch and put a hand over her forehead to feel her temperature, even though she knew that scientifically, it would do no help. She got up and shuffled over to her fridge. Fresh orange juice is perfect for times like this*, and the snackoos she had just found next to her fridge was an unexpected happy bonus.

Munching away for what felt like a few seconds but was actually half an hour she was severely disappointed when she had to get up to answer her door.

Standing there looking sheepish while she glared angrily at him was Klavier Gavin, smiling but the fear in his eyes was evident to her.

"What happened? Tell me now or fear the wrath of my snackoos. And there will be no holding back today."

"I'm going to start with good morning, and how are you this morning? I got a call that you phoned in sick, which is no surprise after how much you had to drink."

"I didn't-"

"You did Fraulein," He chuckled, "Don't try to deny it."

Ema sighed and slumped onto the table near her door and rested her head in her hands with her eyes firmly shut.

"I brought you flowers." He said softly, entering her apartment.

"Wait, what?"

He didn't answer and proceeded to do the same as he did yesterday, though this time he had brought daisies.

"Hey!" She shouted while following him into her kitchen, "What do you think-"

He placed a finger over her lips to silence her and looked into her eyes.

"This will not help your headache, Fraulein. Please, calm down."

She did as he said and looked at the floor. Unwittingly her eyes started to water, from the pain or how awkward this moment was, she didn't know, but she didn't resist when he gently put his arms around her and let her rest her head on his chest.

"This isn't like you." She murmured.

"This isn't like you either."

Neither cared. Ema could smell the familiar scent that let her sleep comfortably all night and Gavin was content to just be holding her without her trying to restrain him.

But of course, something had to interrupt them. Both sighed in frustration that they hid from each other as Ema reached for her phone.

She flipped it open and recognised the number from work.

"What is it?"

"Urgh, sorry, pal, but you gotta come work today. Something bad has happened."

"What?" Ema asked, somewhat frustrated as the situation was haphazardly explained to her.

"Well, Mr Gavin's missing and-"

"No he's-"

"We need to bring him in for questioning."

"What, why?"

"There's been a witness Sir, they say he's murdered someone. Blunt force trauma to the head. And we need to find him. So you gotta work today Sir."

"O... kay." Ema had no idea what to say. The next words just slipped out of her mouth.

"He's at my place, find my address in my file."

She hung up and turned to Gavin who was sat at her kitchen table.

"What... what have you done?!"

Gavin jumped in surprise and looked at her, confusion clear on his face. "What have I done? What do you mean what have I done? I haven't done anything, I've been sat right here."

"I mean last night, what did you do? There are probably about ten cops on their way here right now."

"Fraulein, please calm down, I don't know what you mean."

"You know damn well what I mean! There was a witness!"

They could both hear sirens in the distance.

"Witness? To what?"

"To murder, Gavin! To frickin' muder!"

"What the hell? You told them where I am?!"

"Did- did you do it?"

"Of course not, Fraulein!" He shouted, though his eyes wondering towards the door made her uneasy.

"I can't let you do that Gavin." She said while stepping between him and the door.

"Oh come on! You don't honestly-"

He stopped speaking when they both heard footsteps thudding on the stairs to her apartment.

"Detective Skye?! He in there with you?!" An officer was pounding on the door and yelling through it.

Ema looked away from Gavin quickly then back to him.

"I'm sorry." She whispered before yelling back to the officer that he was in there with her.

A few officers barged into her apartment and immediately clocked Gavin. They dragged him to his feet and handcuffed him and Ema had never felt a more heart wrenching moment. The utter shock and horror on Gavin's face was mirrored on hers as she was pushed out of the way against her wall as they rushed him out of their.

Gavin had time to look over his shoulder and see her staring after him. She followed out onto the stairwell and felt all her words catch in her throat.

"Fraulein! Ema! Please, call Herr Forehead, I seem to be in more trouble than I feared."

Gunna try and not let the next one be so late :)