A/N: I give everyone my deepest apologies for considering discontinuing this story. After I was given two reviews about how Lila hadn't been caught yet, it started to frustrate me and I didn't know how to continue the story from there. A reviewer helped me figure out how she hadn't been caught yet and I value them greatly.

The reason why Lila had not been caught yet is due to her diplomatic immunity. In this story, we're going to assume Lila's mother works at the embassy.

Reminder: The U.S. FBI is NOT involved with the cases of Lila Rossi. Europe has their own version of FBI.

Previously on Destruction...

Wait! Do you know what happened to Ladybug? We haven't seen her in a couple of days."

"How should I know? I may be her partner, but I don't need to know every detail of her life. Also, quit your obsession with Ladybug and I. To the likes of you, we won't ever be revealing our identities." And with that, he left.

This left behind an irate blogger who only raged on the Ladyblog for the rest of the night.

There was this odd thing called guilt despite being free of the laws that Lila's mother had felt. She was well aware of her daughter's doings, yet she wanted to protect her. With her rank at the embassy, she and her daughter were able to do just about anything. Though, that didn't mean she went on business trips as often as she used to.

Greta, the name of her mother knew two out of six victims that Lila had pushed to suicide. She attempted to discipline her daughter and she'd always be told false promises. Lila's mother even considered putting her darling child into a reform school so she didn't have to face the law. Local police and juries couldn't prosecute her daughter.

She was relieved at first, but the only thing she felt crawl down her back were the sins she covered up for her daughter.

The late nights she would come home to were nights of restlessness. Nightmares flooded her mind once she was able to sleep. The guilt of knowing what her daughter had done. The parents gave up with the justice system once they found out that prosecuting Lila or at least attempting to do absolutely nothing.

Greta was sitting at her desk. She did her best not to let out a frustrated groan. Work wasn't frustrating her. It was the fact that she still felt guilt despite constantly pushing it in the back of her mind. She knew she was protecting a killer.

Lila wasn't a killer though. She was just misunderstood. Constantly having to move around a lot must have been a huge stressor to her and she couldn't blame her. It was a stressful thing.

Every day, Lila's mother came up with excuse after excuse to excuse her daughter's behavior. It was an unhealthy coping skill that only relieved her for just a little bit. One that was harming her mental health. She kept explaining to herself that with time, things would end up getting better. In these months, things never got better and things were headed for the worst.

Although her daughter didn't mention it, she knew about the two investigators who were looking into her daughter as a suspect. She hoped her daughter wouldn't be in major trouble. Covering up for her was a pain in her ass. Doing that the last two times made her look bad. Those were the particular reason why she had to move. Lila had already been expelled from those two schools.

Perhaps the guilt she felt would eventually push her to do the right thing. Because, yes, it was piling up on her. And doing anything irrational now would make her look even worse than she already felt.

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There was another thing that bothered Investigator Blackmire greatly. There was nothing local police departments could do. She had that thing on her. That thing was diplomatic immunity. That meant that girl could get away with just about anything and never face any consequences. She wanted to change that. Blackmire wanted to bring justice to her daughter and the other girls. Who knows how many more she had managed to influence.

Blackmire was almost asked to not be on this case since her daughter was involved, but she somehow managed to get on this case anyways. She didn't allow herself to be engulfed with rage every time she heard about this girl. Instead, she stayed calm and pretended that it didn't affect her.

Her partner in this case had just brought in the next student, Alix Kubel. The description Blackmire gave her was a tomboy type of girl.

Alix's arms were crossed over her chest. She looked practically bored but seemed to understand what was going on.

"It's nice to meet you, Alix. I'm Investigator Fae Blackmire and you've already met my partner, Detective James Crow. Do you know why we're here?"

"Not exactly," she replied. "I don't understand why you guys needed to come out here."

"I'll get to that soon. Don't be shy, now. Take a seat." she pointed to the chair that sat out slightly.

Alix took a seat. She still appeared to have a bored expression, but she had a different emotion that played out in her body language. She looked quite sagged. Quite exhausted. As if something had taken a toll on her.

"Who is Marinette to you?"

The tomboy raised an eyebrow. It looked like she understood why these two people talking to her were really here for. "It can't have been that serious if you guys are here. I'm not going to say anything until I know why you guys are really here."

"I'll applaud you for catching on so quickly, Ms. Kubel." Blackmire took a deep breath. "We're here for Lila Rossi."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I had a feeling this was connected to her. Some of my friends couldn't pretend with me when I observed their body language. I saw how they stiffened when she was around. I thought that was funny and I wanted to get to the bottom of it."

"But?" Blackmire pushed slightly.

"Rossi is some bad news. She can brag all she wants about having diplomatic immunity, but eventually, I feel her mistakes will eat her up. She's not prepared for that. Rossi certainly isn't prepared to get some hard-earned consequences either. Too bad I'm not a genius like Max to take away her privilege."

Blackmire had to stop herself when Alix said that. This wasn't about her. It was about getting justice for her daughter, those other girls, and Marinette.

Alix continued, "I know no one can prosecute her and I call that bullshit." She slammed her hands on the table. "I really hope you guys kick her butt. If I could, I'd totally beat her into the ground. I don't really want to go to jail."

Crow seemed to crack a smile. Some of these students actually had some common sense. It was just that Alya girl who needed to understand.

She looked down with a frown on her face. "I really want to apologize to Marinette. She's a wicked and awesome friend. Her creative works will get her far. I just know it!"

"My sincere apologies for interrupting, but I must ask something." Crow's voice was gentle. "Were these friends you observed who stiffened male?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just curious," Crow responded. He looked away for a moment as if he were in deep thought. This girl was more dangerous than he thought.

Blackmire gave the young tomboy a smile. "My partner will walk you back to class. You have been a great help."

"Let me know if there's anything else I can help you with." Alix got up from where she sat when Crow got up too.

It was nice that there were students who wanted to bring this girl down. Blackmire had her doubts, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She assumed Crow had all of the notes. But she was at least prepared. She had gone with the method of recording. Thankfully, the teachers had passed out forms to give to their students if it was okay to record their voices. Most of them agreed and signed the form. There were a couple of students like Alya who declined. And then there was Lila's form. She wasn't even surprised when the form from her was declined too. Blackmire had stopped the recording.

Nathaniel Kurtzburg was one of the students who had declined. He was the next one to be questioned.

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The following diary entry was dropped off at an Italian local police department. After skimming through this, the police stored this away along with the other evidence they had against Lila Rossi.

The diary date is unknown. But the locals assume this was around the time Twyla Davis took her own life. The handwriting is small and neat.

I'm not even sure how, to begin with, this. How it feels to not be listened to because the whole world assumes all of us males would do something as horrible as rape. Our world is fucked up. A female could ruin anyone's whole life by claiming some random guy raped them. But if a guy comes forward to talk about it, we get slammed for it. Our justice system is fucked. The only kind of justice I get is nothing. Females get a slap on the wrist when domestic abuse is involved. I've never dated that girl who raped me. She brought up her diplomatic immunity. If I say anything, she could get me sent away. I don't want that. I have to accept this fate. I have to accept this is what justice is to us, males. I just don't know how much longer I can take.