First of all…..a huge apology to the people who have taken out their time to read my story…..

Yeah, lately I've been kind of dead….and there have been many instances that have hindered my writing, but the main reason this short chapter took so long to write was due to my lack of devotion and constant laziness…

Unfortunately, I' the sort of person who's actually very bad at keeping promises….it's a part of my personality I guess…. sometimes, I just can't say no!

So to everyone….SORRY!!!!

(Sorry about the immaturity in that apology too!)

That matter aside, here is the third chapter!!

Please enjoy!

Oh! And a supa thanks to everybody who has reviewed!!!!!!!!

No really!!!!!

Crap.

Instantly, Klavier froze on the spot as the feeling of warmth from Ema's body next to his was replaced by numbness.

"Ms Skye? Open up."

The Head detective's booming voice echoed through the small room.

I have to do something… otherwise I'll be fired for sure…

Klavier soundlessly pulled himself and the sleeping Ema up, averting his eyes away from her face as he lifted her into his arms.

Thankfully she didn't make a single sound, so only tense silence hung in the air. Quickly, Klavier made swift steps towards her bedroom and searched around for somewhere to hide or at least block off any sounds.

The last thing he wanted was for the Head Detective to find himself holding Ema in such a way.

He gave a slight mental sigh of relief after spotting a closet in the corner of the tiny room, and as he walked over towards it he began to notice how strange Ema's room really was.

There were bookcases lined up on two of the walls with chemicals and test tube racks, as well as some other unnamable equipment, scattered on top. Her bed was quite simple, but it looked as though no-one had slept in it for at least 2 or 3 days.

Maybe that's why…

Random books were even lying on the floor and on the small night table beside her bed. A copy of 'Dummies Guide to Forensic Science' lay upside down on the pillow, lopsided and upside down. It was then that a small picture frame caught his eye, glinting in the room's dim light.

It was a cheerful Lana, her hand around a much younger Ema's shoulders. The picture seemed to have been taken in Europe; Klavier could easily tell from the gothic style architecture behind the two laughing figures.

A small smile graced his face as Klavier inaudibly walked towards the closet and silently opened it.

As expected, there were over ten knee-length, white and sterile lab coats hanging off coat hangers on the left side of the dark restricted closet. On the other side were Ema's normal clothes; a couple of t-shirts, a few mid-length and three quarter jeans, and some skirts in the far end. Yet at the very end Klavier could spot what seemed like a black dress hanging off and hiding in the shadows of the dark closet.

I need to take a mental note of that…I would have never thought Ema out of all people would own such a thing…

There was a simple line of sequins at the revealing v-neck of the dress, as well as on the flowing hem. Most of the design was slinky black cloth gathered at the waist from both the top and bottom. It had definitely cost at least a few hundred dollars, as Klavier knew from experience with women and dresses (don't ask), so the thought of Ema buying it just couldn't play through his mind clearly enough to be true.

What if it was a gift?

Curious, he bent closer towards the hidden dress and noticed how it was even higher than knee-length; it only came down up to 30cm from the waist.

Reactively, an image of Ema standing in front of him in a small bath towel instantly oversized itself in Klavier's head, so in the end he was forced to avert his eyes away from the small and thought provoking garment.

Stupid male hormones…how uncivilized of myself…

Luckily, there was enough space in the back of the closet to squeeze in both himself and Ema, still sleeping in his arms.

He bent downwards once they had reached the very end of the closet and placed Ema gently on the carpeted floor, her form still curled into a small ball.

However, this time her grip was a lot easier to handle, and she seemed to let go of his jacket without too much trouble in comparison to the last time when a similar situation had occurred.

Setting himself down on the floor next to her resting form, Klavier stretched out his legs a little to get himself comfortable. There was no telling what the Head Detective would do.

Instantly, an analysis of the possible outcomes ran through his head; a trait that had developed through his experience as a prosecutor.

If the Head did break in, the lights were still on, which would be the first noticeable, and most probable, inconsistency he would notice. And it would be extremely plain that Ema hadn't been the only one, because there would be 2 cups present. If they did treat it as a crime scene, then they would definitely assume a struggle had happened because of the obvious coffee spill which was probably till seeping into the carpet. To sum it all up, Ema's apartment was extremely small, thus amplifying the 'totally-not-making-sense' factor of the scene in itself.

Oh joy…an ideal crime scene for even the daftest of detectives.

At the mention of 'daftest', and image of Gumshoe popped up in Klavier's mind, but he pushed it back.

I wouldn't make the best of criminals, would I?

In truth, Klavier's future was looking very hazy, especially if things went the wrong way.

A sudden realization hit him hard.

Damn. My shoes are still next to the door…

Meaning, if the Head Detective did break in, it would be more than evident that 'Klavier Gavin' had been and was still there….

No one else wore expensive Gucci leather boots emblazoned with 'KG' on the soles.

So, to Klavier's frustration, there w absolutely nothing he could do but sit and hide; just hope that the Head Detective would just get lost.

I wish…

Klavier laid his head onto his slightly outstretched knee, wondering how awkward he really looked in the limited space. After all, he was a guy who cared about looks quite a lot. And he was a rock star, so it really couldn't be helped.

Even though he was slightly annoyed at the situation, Klavier couldn't help but stop thinking about the young woman sleeping beside him.

He could still remember her warmth, the feeling of her body against his and the slight sound of her breaths.

The thing was, no matter how much Klavier was loved by the opposite sex, he had absolutely no experience in romance.

He had never fallen in love either, and he only saw the love of his fans as praise to push him forward. Basically, he was the equivalent to a young school boy only in that department. Sure, he had the capability of a playboy, but never had he experienced the true emotion of love.

Why?....

Why can't I stop thinking about her?…

Is this what they call…?

"Love,"

Klavier turned to find the source of the sound, and at once he felt a vigorous force at his collar as two hands pulled him forward.

Suddenly, his face was only centimeters away from Ema's unconscious one and a deep hot rush ran to his tanned, bewildered face.

"….Love you…."

WHAT?

The rock star's beating heart began to thump even faster, almost like whenever he felt rushes of adrenalin up onstage during his concerts. The beating music, screaming fans, and sharp notes of the guitars always made him feel excited.

But it felt like his heart was throbbing for a very different reason, and it had nothing to do with music.

Yet in his confusion, Klavier had no idea why, why he felt his way and why he loved teasing this particular co-worker so much. Why he never knew what to do when he was around her. She wasn't the kind of girl to fall for his flirting, or his romantic tactics. And that's what made Klavier so lost as to how to act in front of her. She was the only person who made him so perplexed and lost.

"Love...you...Lana."

Lana? Ah, her sister…

Klavier mentally hit himself. For those few seconds he had been totally thrown out of it and lost his composure.

Letting his dignified instinct play its part, Klavier pulled himself away from Ema and returned to his previous position. However, inside he was all shaken up.

And then…it hit him.

Hard.

There was only one reason why his heart pulsated so hard against his chest, why he could never stop teasing her, why he felt emptiness when she wasn't there…

I.

Love.

Ema.

I am in love with Ema.

I love her.

I love her.

I love her,

Only those few words circulated through his mind. This had never happened before. The only people he had ever loved in his life were himself and his brother when they were much younger. Never before had he harbored such feelings for a woman.

Sure, he went through the physical attraction stage that all men go through; looking through magazines of swimsuit models and 'checking out' pretty girls on the street secretly behind his sunglasses, but this was the first time he felt so attracted towards her personality rather than her appearance. Ema was cute in a way, but what was inside her was what really Klavier loved so much.

Boy, that sounded really corny…

Even though he finally realized the name of this emotion, he still had absolutely no idea what to do. Would have to go straight up to her and tell her straight?

That might result in a nosebleed or broken arm…

Or should he write a love letter?

She'll never talk to me again.

Maybe he should use coercive persuasion?

Ugh, I don't want to think how I'll get her to even stick a foot in a car with me in it.

Bikes are totally out of the question.

'Detective Skye? Are you home?'

For the last few minutes Klavier had completely forgotten about the immediate presence standing impatiently in front of Ema's apartment door, one that was in danger of being completely knocked down.

Crap. Again.

An air of caution replaced the confusion that had caused Klavier to fall deep into his own thoughts; instantaneously Klavier snapped out of the flighty reverie that had clouded his mind for the past few minutes.

Clearing his mind, Klavier focused his awoken senses on the activity occurring outside the apartment, which happened to be quite simple as the walls were as thin as possible, allowing sound to carelessly exchange on both sides.

The strain caused a bead of sweat to emit from his hidden hairline, trailing down over the sculpted features of his face, as voices began to sound through the walls of the closet.

A few knocks came through, the first couple quite civilized in terms of decibels, but the next starting to decrease in patience.

Following the knocks, a line of heavy sighs came from outside.

Klavier tensed up; imagining the scene on the other side of the wall in all frankness.

Outside the cramped apartment, a nervous Gumshoe was trying to calm the storm that was uprising within the Head Detective beside him.

The Head had simply pulled him along; but in truth, no one in the whole precinct wanted to take a trip with some one as easily tempered as the Head, to a destination where an equally irritable woman lived. So, when met with dozens of excuses from the staff, the Head had no choice but to bring poor Gumshoe with him. For the entire car ride in the Head's dingy vehicle, Gumshoe had been struggling with nerves and sweating bullets every time his companion made the slightest grunt or noise. Even a subtle movement was enough to send Gumshoe into a shivering fit. Everyone knew of the Head's horrible temper and ability to intimidate even the toughest of people.

Now, as the scruffy detective stood near the sighing and knocking Head, he began to inch backwards towards the wall behind him, for the irritated aura radiating of the highly tempered man was increasing every second in intensity.

Aw man…it's coming…he's gonna blow…I know it…

Gumshoe, in hope of appeasing the situation, finally mustered up the courage to say what he had been willing to point out for the last 3 minutes they had spent in front of the door leading to Ema Skye's apartment.

'Uh, Mister Head Detective… pal?...Uh, I mean sir-'

'EMA SKYE! IF YOU ARE IN THERE THEN GET THE HELL OVER HERE AND OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!'

Once again, Gumshoe was completely at loss for words and his own wits. In front of him the Head was heaving and trembling, he, after all, wasn't a very patient –or forgiving- person.

'Sir? I, uh, think Ema isn't at home…she might be somewhere else…'

So perfunctorily that it was scary, the HD's stubby head rotated around, a pair of fiercely glinting eyes met Gumshoe's bewildered ones.

'Like….where?'

Even the words came out strained and unnatural.

'Uh…the bathroom?' Gumshoe weakly added as he scratched his head uneasily.

In what seemed like the time span of a millisecond, the Head instantly reverted to his calmer self. This change in attitude seemed to give the scruffy detective by him more confidence in the presence of his boss.

'Sir, I think we should come back later…I don't think she's here right now so we might as well-'

The sound of a hand sharply clapping against the wall sent Gumshoe back a meter or so.

Man, he's scarier when he does that…

However, as susceptible as the scruffy detective was to such an intimidating person's character, Gumshoe could do what no other man or woman had the guts to do.

'Sir? Are ya ok?'

Without thinking about it too much, the bulky detective took a few steps towards his boss and tentatively put a meaty hand on his shoulder.

The poor guy had tears stinging in his eyes, his face still beet red from the impact of his hand's flesh on the slightly rocky-textured wall.

'Sir, do you want me t'put a bandage on it? I learnt some first aid in Det. School…'

'This?' he motioned to the quivering hand, 'this is nothing…'

'Ok sir, then-'

The Head's face suddenly twisted into what seemed like a very pained expression, until it was unsuccessfully restrained.

'On second thought, let's get out of here…I'll make sure that Skye pays for this…'

And so, the two detectives left the hallway, the Head muttering in vain of women and so forth, while a sweat dropping Klavier behind the plastered and wood walls of Ema's closet sighed at what seemed such a 'lucky' incident.

'What a fluke…' he muttered.

For the last few minutes, Klavier had been worrying his head off and praying mentally that the Head Detective would leave Ema's doorstep.

Sure, it has happened, and he would be feeling very relieved if it hadn't been for a mundane reason such as a sore hand.

Once again sighing, the blonde prosecutor now shifted his head to survey the situation at hand on his other side that he had been avoiding for the time he had been occupied by the problems outside.

Instead of looking at a sleeping woman, Klavier's widening eyes stared at the one thing that could ruin his saved career and reputation.

Ema, now fully upright, was staring straight at Klavier, and unbelievable expression painted upon her delicate face as she became aware of her surroundings.

Klavier was now faced with a new dilemma.

And this one wasn't easy to fluke.