"You better put on your tie Denki," Shouto looked over at Katsuki, "you too, it's required for detectives to wear one with your suit."

"What about them?" Denki whined pointing to Momo and Ochako.

"Mind your own clothes, I'm wearing what's required." Momo snapped. Frowning Denki pulled out his tie and put it around his neck.

Watching Katsuki completely ignore him and continue eating, Shouto laughed to himself. He never did like wearing a suit. The few functions where it'd been required, he'd shown up looking like he was in pain. As Katsuki reached across him for the salt, he noticed the thick bronze bracelet on his wrist. "What's that?" He leaned forward to look closer at the unusual piece.

Lifting his arm, Katsuki twisted the bracelet. "I told my hag that I missed the feeling of my gauntlets, so she got them for me."

"Them?"

Pulling back his other sleeve, he showed off the second one. "One for each arm."

Are those flames?" Momo fingered the metal. "Who's the jeweler? I've never seen stuff like this before."

Shrugging, Bakugou pushed away his plate. "She had them custom made." Tugging his shirt sleeves down over the bracelets, he sipped his coffee. "Are we done? I think we should probably head over."

"Yeah," Denki grabbed the bill. "On me, since I was nervous as shit coming today, I appreciate everyone meeting up with me." He blushed slightly as he jumped up and ran to the cashier.

"Ah, that was nice of him," Ochako nibbled on the last of her breakfast. She glanced at the others, "he's right, I was freaking out a bit coming in today."

"About what?" Shouto set down his empty coffee cup and stretched. His eyes wandered to Bakugou's thick bracelets barely visible under his cuffs.

"Everything," Ochako laughed lightly. "Who's gonna be in charge? Who am I working with and what are we going to be doing?"

"Yeah, me too," Shouto agreed sheepishly, "I guess we're all on edge." Noticing the time, he gave Katsuki a nudge, "and we'll find out now in about twenty minutes. Should we go?"

Sliding out of the booth behind him, Katsuki twisted his body, adjusting his gun holster awkwardly as he put on his suit jacket. Walking outside they weaved through the morning crowd taking the small escalator to the modern building that was set back from the main street. Prefectural Police Headquarters was displayed over the glass entrance that slid open to a huge lobby. It was quiet, chairs empty, except for a solitary officer standing behind a gray and glass counter in the middle of the room.

"Hello, how can I help you?

"We're part of the criminal investigation unit, we were told to meet here today." Shouto held out his identification card to him.

"Eiiijjjirrrouuu!"

Spinning at the squeal echoing in the lobby, Kiri barely had time to grab Mina as she launched her body at him. "Pinky!" He laughed as he wrapped her up into a hug.

"Hey all!" Sero trailed behind Mina, clapping Kiri on the back. "It's great to finally see you here."

"You know these people?" The man behind the desk smiled at their greeting.

"Yeah, they're the new Pro Hero Criminal Investigation Unit." Mina laughed as his eyes grew wide.

"Oh! Yes, I heard you were working with our team now, how exciting. I'll call your department now."

"You work here?" Katsuki chuckled as Kiri peeled Mina off his body.

"Forensic interns," she pulled at her lab coat and proudly displayed her badge. "Sero and I were the first ones hired." Slinging her arm around Sero, she grinned, "they were shorthanded in the lab, they needed us desperately."

"Why," Denki snickered sarcastically, "to mop the floor?"

"I don't see you in a lab coat," Katsuki back-handed his chest. "Takes brains to work there, brains they have and you don't."

"You neither," Denki pouted, crossing his arms.

"Never claimed to have those kinda smarts, so I don't make fun of them."

"It's okay, I actually do mop sometimes." Sero blushed, "if something gets spilled that needs to get cleaned up quickly."

"See!" Denki laughed, punching Sero playfully, "I knew it!"

"Okay, your captain will be right out." The man handed Shouto his identification card back as he hung up the phone.

"Who's the captain?" Momo sidled up to the counter.

"Wait?" Mina's jaw gaped, "you don't know?"

"Oh shit," Sero breathed out.

"Know what?" Katsuki glared at them both. From behind the desk a set of automatic double doors swished opened, turning he saw as Mr. Aizawa strolled out, who grinned wide as they locked eyes. He spun back to Mina and Sero. "Him? Fuck! Seriously? Is this some kinda joke?"

"There you are," Shouta drawled, "at least you're early, I was worried based on your usual record." He sauntered across the lobby enjoying the looks of disbelief crossing their faces in unison. His black eyes appraised each one slowly. "At least almost all of you are wearing the required attire." Stopping directly in front of Bakugou, he smiled wickedly as he lifted a finger and pointed at his throat. "Where's your tie?"

Pulling it from his pocket, Katsuki tugged it around his neck. "Right here Mr. Aizawa." He snapped, giving him a challenging stare as he tied it quickly.

"What? Not happy to see me?" Shouta smirked.

Kiri barked out a laugh too enthusiastically. "No way! We are so happy, it's so great, so great to see you." His eyes darted between them all. "Mr. Aizawa, uh, how the hell did you end up here?"

Glancing around the room, Shouta turned and walked back to the double doors. "Let's take this conversation into our division." Holding up his ID badge, the doors opened. Peering over his shoulder they were all still standing at the desk, no one had moved. "I'm not opening this door again, so get your asses in here before they shut." The group of them scrambled to make the doors just as they closed.

"See you guys!" Mina called as they disappeared. She ruffled Sero's hair. "Man, I think they're fucked."

"So fucked," Sero leaned on his friend's shoulder.

Walking down the wide hallway Shouto elbowed Katsuki and coughed. "Told you so," he eyed his now neat tie.

Grimacing, Bakugou tugged it slightly loose, he'd take it off the first chance he could get.

"I can't believe Mr. Aizawa is our captain," Denki murmured leaning close to him.

"In here, shut up and sit down," Shouta opened the door to his office, a drab room with gray walls and linoleum. In the center of the room was a table with chairs lined up neatly in front of a white board. A metal desk covered in paperwork off to the side.

"Oh, this is strange," Ochako ran her hand along the table as she pulled out a stiff metal chair to sit down. "Anyone else getting weird UA vibes here?"

"Yes," Shouta sat on his desk in the front of the room. Denki raised his hand. "Kaminari, you are a grown adult on a job, there's no reason to raise your hand here."

"Oh," Denki jerked his hand down and put it in his lap, his lips pulled down in a frown. Mr. Aizawa stared at him expectantly.

"Kaminari?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you raise your hand?" Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose, this was already worse than he'd anticipated.

"I was, um," he stood slightly trying to see under his desk, "do you still have your sleeping bag?" Mr. Aizawa's cheeks burned a bright red.

"Not here."

"Mr. Aizawa," Ochako was still shaking off the weird sense of deja vu.

"Captain," he snapped.

"What?"

"Captain, you need to call me Captain here, that's my formal title, that or Captain Aizawa."

Nodding Ochako continued, "Captain, why the hell are you here?"

Smiling Shouta tilted his head, "you've grown bolder Uraraka." She narrowed her eyes at him, scowling. Chuckling, he smiled at her, "I like it." Crossing his arms he studied the group, not his first picks but having Yaoyorozu and Todoroki would be good. "To answer your question, over the years I developed a close working relationship with the current h Commissioner General, the head of the National Police.

Denki shot his hand in the air, black eyes glittered at him angrily. Pausing, he pulled it halfway down, then back up slightly, trying to decide which way to go.

"Yes, Kaminari?"

"Commissioner General? Who's that?"

"The Commissioner General is Nakama Arisu, your boss," Shouta pointed at him. "She was recently appointed as head of the National Police when Oh Kaede retired. It was her idea to open up government positions for Pro Heroes. She called and asked if I was interested in heading up the first PHCI team, which is what they're calling your unit now, and I decided to go ahead and try." He raked them all with his dark gaze, "if I'd known it was going to just be the worst group from my 1-A class at UA, I might've passed."

"Aww, Mr. Aiz-, um, Captain," Denki laughed nervously. "I always thought you loved us!"

"No, I didn't, but that's another story." Standing he grabbed several large envelopes off his desk. "Today you'll be given general equipment, a rundown of procedures and your first assignments." Six pairs of eyes widened as he held up their paperwork. He had to suppress a laugh, he felt like he was handing out a pop quiz. Trying to keep a straight face, he held up the folders. "We'll be going into the general meeting shortly with all the criminal investigators on staff. You'll sit in a group with me." He stared at Bakugou pointedly.

"Why are you looking at me?" Katsuki gave him a fuck you glare back. "What's the big deal where we sit anyway?" He was already getting annoyed with this job.

A loud laugh echoed in the outside hallway, the other investigators were starting to come in for the morning meeting. "Speaking of UA, does anyone remember Monoma Neito?"

"Fuck, that extra, yeah," Katsuki rubbed his chin. "Whatever happened to him?"

"He bounced around after UA, never really connected with an agency, so he became a detective."

"Monoma works here?" Momo sat up sharply. "I hope he's mellowed out."

"He hasn't and," he eyed Bakugou again, "he's not too happy about the PHCI unit right now. Making a big stink how you didn't have to go through regular street duty, so keep your eyes down and your mouths shut. Let him spout like an idiot and it will blow over. We've got a lot of eyes on this unit. If you succeed then they'll add more positions." He started handing out the envelopes, "which means more of your friends will be able to get good jobs." He stopped in front of Bakugou as he held out his paperwork, a black brow arched.

"I fucking hear you," Katsuki sniped, swiping the envelope from his hand.

"We'll see," Shouta breathed quietly. Turning back to the front of the room, he continued. "One of the investigation assistants will take you through our system, your badge is in your envelope along with your assignment and where to pick up the rest of your equipment." Kaminari raised his hand. Hanging his head, Shouta rubbed his face. "Yes, Denki?" He sighed audibly.

"You don't raise your hand!" Momo slammed his arm to the table. "Did you actually ever grow up?!"

"Ow!" Denki rubbed his elbow, making a face at Momo. "I was wondering who are we gonna be with? Like partners, do they tell us in the meeting?" He was suddenly worried he'd be stuck with Neito.

"No, you'll be partnered with each other."

"Each other?" Kirishima looked at the small group, "I know we're Pro Heroes but we don't know anything about police process or protocol, how are we supposed to learn?"

"Open the envelope." Everyone tore open their envelope. "There's a manual, it runs you through the details of logging into the system and updating your cases. This is one of the most advanced Prefectures in the country, you can login using your phone and update from the field. Anything more detailed, we have two assistants assigned to the criminal unit, Matsuura and Yoshino, you'll see them in the meeting. They've been asked to take extra time with you to get you up to speed."

"Not that I care, I prefer we stay together but it seems like pairing us up like this leaves us on a bit of a deserted island, we'll have to figure this shit out on our own." Katsuki thumbed through the detailed paperwork.

"Two things," Shouta held up two fingers. "Like Kiri said, you're Pro Heroes, that means you've investigated, tracked down and brought in as many criminals as anyone here. You only lack knowledge of the system, which you can figure out." Looking at Katsuki, Shouta's face slipped, his age showing as he frowned. "Bakugou's right though." Red eyes shot up from the paperwork wide with surprise.

"I am?"

"No one wanted to partner with any of you." Shouta turned and walked back to his desk. "These investigators here are a tight group led by commander Imai and they see you as a threat." He smiled wryly, "that's why not only are you gonna figure this out on your own. You're gonna kick ass like my favorite 1-A class always did and show them what you're capable of here."

"Fuck yeah," Kiri nodded, smiling. "We can do this if we stick together, help each other out."

"Is that why you took the job?" Shouto studied the manual. "Did you really not know who'd been given the positions?"

"Honestly?" He laughed. "You're the only ones that applied. I couldn't leave my old class hanging in the wind to get ripped down by a bunch of flatfoots now, could I?"

"What about other people getting a job and all that crap?" Katsuki quipped sarcastically, clipping his badge on his belt. He wiped his finger over the name Bakugou, it looked good.

"I've been working with this precinct for a while, even before," he paused, "well before everything that happened. I mentioned I'm close to Nakama Arisu and she asked me as a personal favor to make this a success. She's a big fan of Pro Heroes."

"Such a big fan they ripped our agencies out from under us?" Kiri groused, clipping on his badge.

"That wasn't her, that came from the very top." Twisting his lips Shouta shook his head, "without getting into detail she's hoping that this program will get the Prime Minister and Kezu to open Pro Hero agencies back up."

"Seriously?" Shouto pulled his badge from the envelope. "I'm surprised, I thought anything to do with Pro Heroes was illegal now."

"From our perspective it is Todoroki, but Arisu is different, she's got the Defense Minister's ear and not many have Kezu close enough to listen." A bell went off, glancing at his arm, Shouta tapped his watch. "Let's just say that there are a lot of eyes on this program, some rooting for you," the noise in the hallway grew louder as people headed to the meeting. Shouta tipped his head towards the chatter, "and a lot are not."

"Time for the meeting?"

"Yep, you have five minutes. Take a quick break and meet at the conference room at the end of the hall. Coffee room is across the way and restrooms back where we came in the double doors." Denki's hand slowly climbed into the air.

"Kaminari, now you're just being stupid."

"Partners? Captain?"

"Oh, shit, sorry." Turning he pointed to Ochako, "you and Red Riot, I think the two of you complement each other." Glancing at Kaminari, he nodded to Momo, "Yaoyorozu, take care of him."

"Kaminari!?" Momo gasped. Captain!"

"You want Bakugou?" He snipped, she blanched.

"Come on Momo, I'm fun, we worked together on that one case, remember? I zapped that shithead so hard and then you held him with that bitchin' sword!" Denki chuckled at the memory.

"You don't wanna work with me?" Katsuki smirked to see Momo pale at his name.

"You and Todoroki are together," Shouta pointed to them both. "Ten years is a long time to work together, no use breaking you up. I think you get each other." He paused as Shouto's ears burned red. "Am I wrong?"

"Nope, Captain," Katsuki thumped Todoroki on the back flashing a cocky smile. "Icy Hot and I make a great team."

"Good, so that's partners. You four," he motioned to Kaminari, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima and Uraraka, "will hear about your case in the meeting. Missing person, but she's a worker from the ministry, so they've got it pegged as high priority."

"And us?" Katsuki pushed his chair back and stood.

"You and Todoroki have been assigned to interview some collectible shops, there's someone pawning off counterfeit Pro Hero memorabilia. They'd been selling most of the stuff on the street, but lately more expensive pieces have been popping up and getting into the mainstream stores. We need to get copies of manifests from dealers and start tracking down the legitimate stuff to find the fake crap."

"First case is Pro Hero stuff? Interesting." Katsuki tucked his paperwork back into the envelope. "Steal my shit then tell me to go find it." He laughed harshly. "I think I'm gonna grab some coffee."

"I'm in need too, let's get a cup and head to the meeting." Todoroki led the way out into the hallway and found the break room. It was a small room, dull gray like the captain's office with a giant coffee maker and a box of packaged bread on the counter. Pouring the steaming coffee into paper cups for everyone, Shouto took a sip. "Oh god," he gagged. Kiri sniffed the cup hesitantly.

"That good?" Katsuki chortled.

"Hot and gross."

Grabbing the dry creamer, Katsuki dumped it into the steaming liquid. "My kinda coffee," he winked, taking a sip, his mouth pulled down in disgust. He peered into the lumpy coffee, "what the hell is this?"

"Well, look who's here!" Monoma swung through the door, he paused taking in the group huddled around the coffee. His lips curled into a sneer. "If it isn't the darlings of class 1-A."

"That was years ago Neito, all that stuff is over," Ochako shivered at the taste of the coffee.

"It should be over, except they handed all of you losers good jobs that the rest of us had to earn without using our quirks." He reached his hand out towards Uraraka, laughing as she pulled back instinctively. Pushing through them, he poured himself a cup of coffee. "You'll find out soon enough that it takes actual brains to be an investigator," he glanced at Bakugou. "You can't just bully your way through shit around here." Shoving open the door he flipped them off as it closed behind him. The soft click of Katsuki's tongue filled the quiet.

"Fuck, he's still an ass," Kiri gave up and dumped his coffee. "I think that was our welcoming committee, might as well go meet the rest of the firing squad."

Katsuki sat in the back with the others listening to the Commander walk through the various cases. He listened intently, slightly irked that everything he was talking about was actually catching his interest. The list of crimes was not short and hearing the different teams talk about their cases and the progression they'd made felt like he was back with Deku working on their own investigations. The Commander put up a picture of an older woman, Katsuki recognized her from the news story they'd seen on TV the other night at the bar.

"This has been pushed down from the top as a priority case, they want her found asap. Suguta Ren, 52 years old, her daughter reported her missing ten days ago. We've had Monoma and Nishi working the case but with the added pressure, we've asked our PHIC group to pitch in on this one. Four of our newest investigators will be helping on this case."

Monoma clenched his jaw. "Fuck that," he murmured to his partner, glancing over his shoulder menacingly at the group in the back. His blue eyes locked with Bakugou's red ones, the blonde's face expressionless as he held his gaze. Todoroki looked between the two of them and thumped Katsuki on the arm, he didn't flinch. "Ass," Monoma mumbled, finally turning away, he needed to make sure they stayed off his case. "Commander," he jumped to his feet. "We have some great leads on this case, I'm sure Nishi and I will have this wrapped up soon, you might reconsider including the ex-heroes to this assignment." He smiled haughtily. "I wouldn't want them to mess anything up." There were several snickers around the room, Nishi chuckled and poked him in the leg.

"Excellent," Commander Imai replied coolly. "The moment this case is solved we'll pull everyone off, but until then, it's all hands-on deck until this woman is found." The Commander flicked an annoyed look at the new Pro Hero team before softening his gaze on Neito. "This is out of my hands Monoma," he admitted. "She was a security guard for the government campus that houses the head ministries." He tapped his finger on the podium, "we've been told to treat this as one of our own."

"Yes, sir," Monoma nodded imperceptibly, sitting back down.

"One of our own?" Denki whispered to the Captain.

"When a law enforcement officer is missing or hurt, it's considered the highest priority because they're one of us."

"Oh!" Kaminari made a quick sketch of the woman's face on his paperwork, writing her name, Suguta Ren, at the bottom.

"That's it for the cases," the Commander closed his notebook. "I did want to give a brief welcome to the new PHIC team that started today, they will be working as a unit with Captain Aizawa." He nodded curtly, "let's get some of these cases finished up today everyone." Chairs scraped on the floor as detectives sprang up and walked briskly from the room, none turned to welcome the group in the back as they filed out quickly. Neito brought up the rear, giving them a quick sneer as he headed out of the room.

"Guess we know where we stand," Shouto pushed his chair back.

"Stand? More like squashed flat on the ground," Kiri mumbled, getting up and stretching. "Let's get our equipment and start working on our case," he glanced at Bakugou and Todoroki, "you need any help with yours?"

Looking at the assignment sheet Shouto shook his head, "looks like just prelim interviews with various stores, easy stuff. I'm sure once we get the actual manifests and dealership information, we might need more help."

"Where are you guys gonna start with the lady?" Bakugou looked at Denki's drawing, his brows shot up, it was a good likeness.

"Not sure, I doubt Neito will share anything."

"Don't forget the system," Shouta lifted his phone. "You can use this or the main computer."

"Oh, that's right, I guess we'll see what they've dug up so far."

"I'd start with the homeless camp," Katsuki thought of the wide shanty town that bordered Hatsume's place.

"The what?"

"The homeless town that's cropped up since-" He shifted, pausing. "The southern ward, it's filled with all the displaced people, that's where I'd start." The door to the conference room opened and a round faced woman poked her head inside, she smiled at the group.

"Hi! Hi! I'm Matsuura, let me help you all get started!"

Shouto watched as Bakugou drove down the street, trying to find a parking spot. "Why'd we drive? We could've trained this in less than ten minutes."

"Are you shitting me? They gave us a car, I wanna drive." He smiled at him. "Admit it, I look fucking sexy driving, don't I?"

Snorting, Shouto looked out the passenger window. "There!" He pointed as a car pulled away from the curb. Glancing back at him, he had to admit he was pretty damn good looking. Catching his eye, Bakugou winked at him.

"Don't lie, it's the glasses, right?" Katsuki looked in the rearview mirror. "They make me look like a model, even with all my scars."

"Would you look at what you're doing?" Shouto peered worriedly over the dashboard.

"Don't doubt my skills, Sho."

"The skills no, the eyesight maybe." A sharp laugh escaped Katsuki's mouth. Shouto grinned wider, "what are you 26 going on 40?" He tapped the side of his spectacles.

Cranking the wheel, Bakugou killed the engine and cocked a brow back at the two-toned brat. "Comments like that will be remembered when I've got you trapped under me." Lifting his hand Bakugou let a few sparks pop off his skin. Shouto slammed his hand over the dashboard camera.

"Idiot!" He hissed, covering the lens, "they film us!"

"Oh, fuck," looking at his sharp expression, Bakugou chuckled. "Sorry," running his hand up his thigh, he pressed into him. "One more thing then," he grabbed his chin and hauled him to his mouth for a kiss. Shouto jerked back, eyes blazing.

"Get out!" Grabbing the handle, he wrenched the door open, slamming it shut behind him. His face set as he waited on the sidewalk for Katsuki to come around the vehicle. As soon as he was close, Shouto yanked his tie and dragged him into an alley. Stopping, he pushed him up against the wall.

"This is better than the car?" Katsuki teased, running his hands up his sides. Snatching his arms, Shouto pinned them onto the brick wall. "We are on duty Bakugou," his voice hard as steel. "This job means something to me, this isn't something I want to fuck with, this is my life."

Leaning back on the wall, Bakugou dragged his lower lip between his teeth. "I'm sorry, Sho, fuck, I was kidding around." Twisting his arms from his grip, he laid a hand on his face. "I won't do that again." Shouto narrowed his eyes. Sighing he lifted his other hand in surrender. "We've worked together for a long time, I'm just-." He tipped his head, "you can trust me on this."

"Nothing while we're on the clock?"

Nodding disappointedly, Katsuki dropped his hands to his side. "I promise, nothing." Stepping back, Shouto swept his hand through his hair, finally giving him a curt nod.

"Fine, I'll trust you."

Reaching forward, Katsuki adjusted Shouto's tie, a wry smile twisted across his face. "Off the clock though," he leaned forward to brush imaginary lint off his jacket. "You're all mine," he whispered huskily. His face turned a gorgeous red. Chuckling, he winked, "I believe you still owe me dinner."

"I do, don't I?" Shouto relaxed as he let his easy banter cool him down. "I'm free tonight," he smirked, "off the clock."

"Sounds like a date." Pulling out his phone, Katsuki took off his glasses to read the screen. "The first shop is right down the street less than a block away, let's get this interview finished."

"I uploaded the inventory sheets from the shop to the system and let Matsuura know to enter it into the data screens." Shouto hit save on the file.

"What did you think?"

Looking up from his phone, he gave Katsuki a thoughtful look. "Small shop, family run, been in business almost thirty years." He shook his head, "I doubt they're a part of this, if they do have anything counterfeit, they're probably just a victim."

"Yeah, I think so too." Tapping the wheel, Katsuki looked up at the sky, the clouds were getting thicker, trapping in the late summer heat. "Did you see the All Might signed poster?"

"Yeah," Shouto input the next shop into the GPS.

"Deku would've dug that."

"He would've, but then he had the real All Might."

"True, but he still liked that kinda shit, pajamas, shirts." Katsuki snorted, "I bet the damn guy had All Might underwear at some point in his life."

"Probably," Shouto glanced at Bakugou, staring out at nothing. "Put on your glasses, old timer, we need to get to the next place."

Hunched over the hot pot, Katsuki read through the notes they had taken throughout the day.

"Anything catching your eye?" Shouto blew on the noodles then slurped them with the rich broth.

"Nothing, all of these places are legit shops, I mean, what would they gain from selling counterfeit Pro Hero stuff?" He stirred his soup absentmindedly. "Definitely someone's passing this shit off from another source."

"I agree, what's the last place on our list?"

"Looks like a law firm."

"Law firm?" Shouto blinked, "why would a law firm be one of our stops?"

"According to the records they are one of the largest dealers in Pro Hero memorabilia."

"Interesting."

"According to the map, they're in the northern ward." Katsuki looked at the directions, "lots of money there, maybe they're a private dealer?"

"Well, only one way to find out," Shouto finished up his lunch and sucked down his iced tea. "Do you want me to drive?"

"No fucking way!" Katsuki laughed, putting his glasses on, he could see the desire flicker in Shouto's beautiful eyes before he looked away. "I'm making you look at me all day in these," reaching across the table, Shouto jerked his hand away. Clicking his tongue, Katsuki smiled, "you're jumpy today," grabbing the bill, he stood to pay. "Besides, you should know by now, I never break a promise."

"Wait! I owe you, let me pay," Shouto tried to snag the check but Bakugou lifted it above his head.

"The way I figure it, two lunches make a dinner, so one more lunch." Katsuki let his eyes wander down his body, "and you really do owe me," he smiled wickedly.

Huffing loudly, Shouto headed out to the street, damn jerk really didn't stop. He'd been true to his word though and hadn't touched him, but his playful flirting was constant. Shouto leaned on the hood of the car. It was surprising, even though he'd bantered with him over the years working together as Pro Heroes, Shouto always thought it was just part of his competitive nature. His way of getting digs in against him, trying to always be the best. Seeing this side of him now though made him wonder, in all those years, was it something more?

"Let's get finished, that way we can head back and get our reports typed up." Katsuki unlocked the car.

"I wonder how the other guys are doing today with Neito?"

"Knowing him, probably not good."

"Neito is an asshole," Momo sat down hard, sliding a water in front of her. Staring at it for a moment, she took a small sip. "I can't believe he fucked up his own files to keep us out," she seethed. Nothing had gone right all morning. After their brief tour of the department, they'd sat with Matsuura and been given the basics of navigating the huge state-of-the-art system that housed all the National Police information for their Prefecture. After a couple of hours, Momo had heard Neito talking in the breakroom and went in to ask him to collaborate on what they should be doing on the case. It galled her but it was a job and it had to get done, the missing woman was the priority, not her pride.

"Hey Neito?" Momo peeked in the door to the coffee room. Blue eyes glanced her way, she saw a flicker of disgust before he turned back to stirring his coffee. Tamping down her visceral anger towards him, she willed herself to calm down. "We were just going to go through the notes on this case, anything specific you need us to do?" He continued messing with his coffee, turning his back to her completely. Heaving a sigh, Momo stepped into the room. "This doesn't help, no matter what you think about us, there's a job to get done. Now, we can go through all your files and take a full day catching up or you can help us."

"Fuck off."

"Errr!" Momo gritted through her teeth, "so that's it? You're gonna waste our time and make us start from scratch?" Slapping her hand on the door, her fingers twitched, a hammer, that would knock some sense into him. "Dammit! You do know this is why you never made it from class 1-B, right?" Flinging open the door, she headed out into the hallway.

"I never made 1-A because I wasn't willing to be Aizawa's little slut!" Monoma blurted from the break room pushing the door open. Several people turned to look as they walked by them. Spinning on her heel Momo marched up within inches of his face, she pressed close.

"You royal pain in the ass," a small vein bulged along her neck. "You don't know shit and if you did, you'd be in that damn room helping." She pointed to the conference room. "Did you notice? We're not in high school anymore!" She stepped back putting her hands on her hips. "Someone's life is at stake and you're acting like a prissy asshole." Spinning back around, she stormed back to their meeting room.

"No one likes you here, no one!" Monoma's voice climbed higher as he tried to think of something to say. "I'll make sure you all screw up so no one else can get in!"

Stopping Momo looked back at him. "Go ahead and try Neito, I'm guessing you'll fail at that too."

Picking at her fish, she groaned. It had been plain stupid to go after him like that, it wasn't twenty minutes later when they logged into the system and discovered the case file was corrupted. They'd spoken to the interns and even Captain Aizawa, but no one could figure out the problem. She knew though, Neito was so twisted, he'd fucked with the files just to get back at them. Dropping her chopsticks, she buried her face in her hands.

"What's wrong?" Kiri shoveled rice in his mouth.

"Where's Bakugou? I need someone to call me an idiot extra right now."

"Idiot extra," Ochako clicked her chopsticks in the air at her.

Peeking out from her hand, she shook her head, "not the same, sorry."

Shrugging, Ochako laughed, "I think that's a compliment."

The restaurant door opened with a loud jangle as the bell violently clanged from the force of the movement. Denki shot in, looking around, seeing them he raised a stack of papers in his hand and ran to the table, skirting a server with a full tray of food. "Look what I got!" He smiled triumphantly, slamming the huge stack down on the table.

Peering at the stack of paperwork, Ochako read the top sheet. "Log file for case CSA4196, Suguta Ren."

"WHAT!?" Momo leaned across the table looking at the stack then up again at Denki, eyes wide with disbelief. "How? But!" She sat down heavily, "how did you get this?"

"Matsuura," Denki gave a triumphant smile as he sat down. "The assistant happens to like Pro Heroes and I'm a particular favorite." He blushed and began handing everyone their own copy, "I signed something for her."

"You did?"

Shrugging Denki peeked at Momo, "I'm not a complete waste."

"No, no you're not," she laughed looking at the case notes for the missing woman. "I was the waste and you saved the day." She ruffled his hair, "thanks Kaminari." Thumbing through the pages, she began to scan the notes. "Did you read it yet?"

"A little bit, basically what they said, mom with two older kids, both don't live with her anymore. Husband died a few years ago, she's been working as a guard at the main ministry compound her entire life."

"Looks like she's in a book club and knits." Kiri turned the page slowly, "did you see this?" He held up the second page. "She started having problems, forgetting stuff, where she lived, not showing up to work so they took her to the doctor."

"Any diagnosis?"

"No, they'd only done the preliminary check-up, she was scheduled for a CAT scan but she disappeared before the appointment. Looks like just two days before she was supposed to go in, she vanished."

"So, mom gets amnesia and disappears?" Denki picked up his iced tea. "What notes did Neito and Nishi put into the system?"

"I'm looking at those," Ochako ran her finger down the list of entries. "They interviewed all of her co-workers, neighbors and family. She went home from work on the night of the 24th, a Friday, and that was it. Neighbor claims he saw her come home, lights were on and two days later the children reported her missing."

"They searched the local areas, hospitals, jails, usual places."

Staring at his tea, Denki frowned, "what if Bakugou is right?"

"About what?" Momo looked up.

"About the homeless thing?" He set his cup down. "If someone goes off the radar and hasn't been picked up by anyone official, they could easily get swallowed up by that huge homeless camp around the south ward." He tapped his forehead, "especially if she's can't remember anything

"How far away did she live from there?" Momo conceded, typing the address into her phone. "Oh shit!" She held up her phone, "look at this, she lives just north of the main entrance."

"If she wandered into that camp with memory loss," Kiri chewed on his lip thinking. "The homeless tend to take care of each other, especially if someone is really gone."

"Should we go over there this afternoon? Maybe just get an idea of the size of the area and what it would take to really search the camp?"

"That's a good idea Denki," Ochako began mapping out the southern ward on her phone. "Why don't you and Momo start on one end, Kiri and I can go to the other and we'll meet up afterward." Studying the map, she shook her head. "It doesn't really give the size and scope of the camp, I think feet on the ground is the best way to decide how to tackle this one."

"I used to patrol part of the southern ward," Kiri grabbed his chopsticks, "let's finish up and I can take you to where I used to work."