A/N: Had this idea on a train while contemplating my own lack of sleep. Ever been on a train at night with no distractions and desperately trying to keep yourself awake? Not easy.

Pairing: Ema/ Klavier. Probably... General?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of great importance regarding large game corporations.

Don't Flatter Yourself

Klavier liked walking the hallways of the precinct at this time. It was some time after three in the morning. Or was it four? Either way, there was no one around. No one around to ask him questions or want 'just-a-chat', no one to look at him and ask him whats wrong? You look tired.

Klavier didn't care if he did right now. He didn't want to sleep, and anyway he can do what he wants now. Other than the law, he no longer has any obligations. To anyone.

Yes, he liked the attention, and yes, he wanted women to look when he walked down the street. But he'd also grown up, and he didn't want his every move to be the centre of interest now, couldn't face everyone seeing the truth everywhere he went.

Which is why he would stay late almost every night at his office, and then spend some time across at the police precinct, where he could get even more work done. If he was going to rock he was going to rock in the courtroom, and he would rock hard.

He unfortunately was not the only one who practically lived at work though. Closing the door to the main precinct behind him, he saw a small light on in the far corner of the room. He knew who was here, and he knew she was here for the same reason he was. He was sure he should feel dejected that she didn't jump or even flinch at all when he collapsed into a chair next to her, but he figured that there was a point during the night where you were past caring, or was that in life in general? Either way, like him, Ema didn't flinch anymore. Ema didn't react to anything either.

You reach a point.

You reach your limit and then that's it. Nothing gets to you, not because you don't want it to, it just doesn't.

"What?" She asked, not even looking up from the papers she was writing away on.

Klavier shrugged his shoulders and whether she saw that out of the corner of her eyes or not she wasn't going to ask again anyway.

"You should sleep." He told her.

"So should you." She fired back. She still hadn't looked up.

"I can't." He said simply, as if it didn't bother him which was easy, because it didn't.

"Me neither." She said back eventually. Klavier paused his thoughts and fiddled with his necklace idly, and allowed all his thoughts to rush back in while he wondered why he still wore this symbol.

"Do you want to?"

"Sleep?"

"Ja."

She looked at him now and wondered why the hell this jackass was bothering her at this time.

"No." She said firmly to signify that to her this particular conversation was over. He understood.

"Are you leaving soon?"

"A little company never killed anyone." He said and laughed when she gave him a look that said 'I'm a detective, you're a prosecutor. We both know you're talking crap.'

"You can stay," She told him, ignoring his look in return that asked was she really giving him permission, really? I dare you. Go on, I need this. And she finished by saying "But don't talk to me."

Klavier didn't miss a beat. He never had, after all. "Don't flatter yourself."

Not a fun/ happy one either! I will return to attempting them more often soon! I think I may have written so much fluff in the past that it's just not working anymore D;