Five

"Gilbert!" Anya squeaked, grabbing him around the waist from behind. The man named Gilbert winced at the contact, looking down at Anya with what looked like distaste,and pulling her off of him. He dusted himself off, the cocky expression returning to his face.

"Go upstairs, Braginski. Now~"

Backing away slightly, smirking at Alfred, Anya pranced up the steps two at a time, disappearing from view. Alfred kept his line of vision on Gilbert, however, but flinched nervously as another man came out of the room he'd come from. He was a bit taller than Gilbert, with slicked back blonde hair and blue eyes, a stoic expression on his face; altogether a very serious man. Both wore suits and looked like pure businessmen from head to toe. Well, the taller one did, anyway. Gilbert looked like a businessman, but from what Alfred saw, he didn't act the part.

"So I hear you've been the cause of Anya's distractedness lately, eh?" Gilbert snickered, leaning against the wall behind him. "You're that cop that was always around… what's his name?"

"Alfred Jones, bruder." The taller man sighed, crossing his arms. He had a thick German accent, Al noticed, and he didn't look the like the type you'd want to mess with.

"Aw, thanks, Luddy!" Gilbert patted his brother on the back, before extending his hand to Alfred, grinning. "Gilbert Beilschmidt, at your service. This is my brother, Ludwig."

Hesitantly, Alfred took Gilbert's hand, shaking it in acquaintance, before doing the same for Ludwig. Was he really befriending Anya's… er, bosses? Gilbert leaned against the wall again, kicking back while his brother stayed in exactly the same position he'd been since entering the situation. It was silent for a while, all of them just looking at one another. They could hear the familiar traffic in the background, and Al gulped, a bead of sweat trickling down his face. He shouldn't be here unless he was arresting these two. As if Gilbert knew what he was thinking, he laughed loudly.

"Keseses! You wanna arrest us, bud? You know if you do, your girlfriend goes to the slammer too."

"How did you—Oh never mind. That's not the point. I'm here to see Anya, not you."

"How rude! Ha! If you wanna see anyone, you'd better pay up. As far as I've heard, you've run up quite a bill." Gilbert snickered, smirking. "Besides, I'm not the type of person you want to get on the wrong side of, so I suggest you leave quietly, right now. You had your chance to see 'precious' about half an hour ago, and you didn't take—"

"I'll pay you. Let's just… keep this quiet."

Both the German men stared at him, not sure how to react. They'd had cops for business before, but never something like this. Gilbert laughed loudly, standing straight up and crossing his arms, a glint in his eye.

"The price is double, buddy. You can't just take her away for a few days without expecting the price to increase. That's not awesome. And I don't like 'not awesome'."

He glared at Gilbert, but Ludwig was the one who returned it. If looks could kill, Ludwig's glare could have probably done so at least six times over. Alfred knew a guy on the force, Berwald, who could glare like that. It wasn't something anyone enjoyed being on the opposite end of. He sighed, pulling out his wallet and handing over all the cash he had. He noticed it was quite full; where had all that money come from? He had a suspicion it had been from that night he'd spent at the club, but right now it was serving its purpose. He watched as Gilbert counted the money. He stepped aside, leaving the stairway unblocked.

"Her room is the last one to the left on the third floor. Pleasure doing business with you, heh!" he motioned for his brother to follow him, and both went back inside the room they'd originated from, closing and locking the door behind them. Alfred groaned, making his way up the steps and down the third floor hallway. He stood outside her door for a minute before knocking. Anya opened it up, and he saw she was in the midst of changing.

Or at least, that's what he hoped was going on.

She was in a white frilly bra with matching underwear. As soon as she saw it was him, however, she tried slamming the door, but he caught it before she could, trying to force his way in.

"God, I never thought boss would let you up here! What do you want?" she shouted, using her whole weight to keep the door from opening.

"I want to talk to you Anya, now open the damn door before I break it down!"

She pushed against it for a few more minutes before groaning, slowly opening it up. She put her hands on her hips, impatient. Alfred looked around a little at her apartment. It was a bit messy, with clothes on the floor and the glass cracked on the window, and he noticed the bed was perfectly made. He sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. Anya had calmed down a bit, feeling a bit uncomfortable now with the silence. Alfred spoke first.

"Look, Anya, I shouldn't have said what I said at the station. But associating with you could get me into trouble with my job, and you in trouble as well, and I don't want that."

"Oh? Then why are you here now? Because it certainly doesn't look like you're trying very hard to avoid me~" she chuckled sarcastically, averting his gaze.

He opened his mouth to respond, but closed it again, unsure of what to say. He was getting more and more frustrated with her by the minute, and he asked himself that familiar question.

What am I doing?

"Well, officer, what are you waiting for? Arrest me or get the hell out, darling, those are your choices~" she smiled, picking up some clothes off the floor and throwing them in her closet carelessly. Alfred bit his lip, sitting down on the bed and looking at the floor, his cheeks flushing pink.

"What about… what about a third choice?" he mumbled.

Anya froze, turning to look at him. A smile crept across her lips as she sat on his lap, legs apart, arms around his neck for support. She chuckled softly, knowing he'd back out.

"And what choice would that be, darling~?" she teased, smirking.

Without an answer and without warning, he kissed her. She flinched, startled yet again by his move rather than her own. But this time she didn't pull out, didn't pull away. She threaded her fingers into his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing back hungrily. Slowly, he slid his hands down to her bare stomach, slipping them around to unsnap her bra. She pulled away before he could, however, snickering. She traced his lips lightly with her finger, murmuring softly.

"Let me close the door first, darling~"

She stood up slowly, sliding off of him and closing the door to her room, locking it before turning to face him. Alfred had slipped off his jacket by now, and exhaled shakily, his heart racing. Anya smiled, sidling back over to him and pressing her lips back to his.

The first streetlamp blinked on as the sun set over the city.