Hey readers! Just a slight interlude from the author before the story... I do not own Layton Brothers: Mystery Room or any of the characters. This is my first fic, so please read and review! I depend on the feedback I get from people. So, enjoy! :3

Ever since they met, Alfendi Layton and Lucy Baker knew there was something missing in their lives. After the Forbodium Castle case, it had clicked. The missing piece was each other, and one night the Prof's darker side made a move, and it's been history since. The crime fighting duo had been inseparable that day forward, whether it be from solving mysteries, to day trips with both sides of the Prof. Many of their co-workers had seen it coming, and Florence Sich was the first to find out.

Florence had made the nightly rounds around the Scotland Yard to see if there was any progression on a particularly difficult case. After learning that it had finally been sent to the Mystery Room, the forensic annalist rolled off to find them. Upon arrival of the back office, Florence heard the unmistakable voice of the real Alfendi, bantering back and forth with Lucy. It was the usual argument, Lucy telling Al off for staying in the Mystery Room too much, with the Prof countering that it was a good work habit.

"You shouldn't be worried about me, you stupid girl! Worry about yourself for once!" Alfendi spat. The venom was clear in his voice.

"'Ow do you expect me to worry 'bout myself when all I can do is think about you?" Lucy screamed. A silence fell between the both of them. Florence nearly tumbled out of her chair. Finally, the placid side of the Prof took over.
"You- wait. What?" Alfendi was actually quite confused at what had just happened.

"I-I care 'bout you, Prof. A lot. I'm sorry…" Lucy bolted for the door, and Florence braced herself for impact, but it never came. Peeking though a small slit in the office door, she saw that Potty Prof had control again. He had Lucy's wrist in his grasp, and in one fluid motion, had the DC in his arms. Lucy was still flustered about her accidental confession that a permanent blush was painted across her face. Leaning forward, Alfendi kissed his assistant gently, a trait not usually seen in the Potty Prof. After they broke apart, Placid was back in control, who's blush was deeper than Lucy's.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, now is there?" Alfendi grinned nervously.

"I guess not, Prof," Lucy added breathlessly. Florence remained deathly quiet as she rolled off to gather her team.
After their first kiss, each part of the pair was dragged off by co-workers, Potty Prof kicking and screaming as Dustin and Sniffer held him in the Mystery Room while Florence rolled away with a very embarrassed Lucy. All through the night the girls gushed over small details of every moment, meanwhile both sides of Alfendi Layton was telling his male co-workers to stay away from Lucy. Florence and Lucy watched chick flicks while Dustin and Sniffer forced Al to watch sappy love movies to get him 'ready' for a relationship. In the end, each group had a lot of fun.
Walking out of the lab, the girls bumped into Al on his way out. Picking Lucy up in his arms, he grinned devilishly at Florence, who knew she could do nothing. That night the Prof carried Lucy all the home.

It was now a year later, and Alfendi was out of ideas. The summer months had come and gone, and September was nearing fast. On September twenty-second, Lucy Baker would turn twenty-three. Lucy had no parents, or even real guardian that he knew of, so he had no one to ask. In side his head a war was raging on, but his personalities were focusing on one thing. Who could give him what he wanted? He finally found himself walking to the lab of the Scotland Yard.
"Florence?" Al knocked on the door before opening it. "Florence? I know your here." He entered the lab to find it in disarray. Much like the Mystery Room, Flo kept the lab at a state of constant clutter. Rounding the corner she found the scientist asleep in her swivel chair, her head back and mouth agape. Her IV, as always, was attached to her, and a of bottle of cough syrup was on the table next to the forensic scientist. Looking at the clock on the wall, he realized the time. The digital numbers flashed 1:36 AM. Startled, he quickly retreated to the cold steps of the lab entrance and set up camp there.

When Florence Sich woke in the morning, the last thing she expected was to find Alfendi Layton asleep on the steps of her lab. Lying there, he looked seemingly Placid, but she knew other wise.

"AH-ACHOO!" The unsuspected visit scarred her, causing a sneeze attack. "ALFENDI LAYTON! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Florence roared. It was extremely out of character, seeing yelling gave the sickly woman a sore throat. She was more startled than angry, but that was enough to wake Potty Prof up.

"So what? One night of sleep gave you that much of a backbone, Florence?" She froze in her chair. Even after a year of knowing the truth, the true side of Al still frightened her to the bone. The inspector was now standing, towering over the hunched over Florence. Trying to regain composure, the scientist realized that he had come here. There had to be a reason.

"Not a backbone, Al.. Now seeing you're in my A-ACHOO!- lab. I would love to know why you're here." Her voice surprised herself, coming out with more bravado than planned.

"That- that's right Florence. Excuse me," The Al she knew took over. He cringed as he noticed Florence sigh in relief. "I, erm, had a question that I was wondering you could answer." From the sound of Al's voice, Florence knew that this wasn't about a case. She was shocked. Very rarely did anyone really come to her for regular life problem solutions.

"Oh, really Al? Well, uh, ask away," Flo calmly replied.

"Really? I mean…Does Lucy have any family? Or a guardian?" Alfendi's question puzzled her, but of course she had a solution. I was something she and Lucy had talked about recently after discussing her birthday plans. Florence's face fell at the thought.

"Why, yes. Didn't she tell you? This isn't exactly my place, sniff but I thought you knew." If it wasn't for the relationship that Alfendi had with the detective constable, the words wouldn't be flowing out of her mouth. "Lucy's father died when she was a child, after a long battle with cancer, and her mom lives upstate. AH-ACHOO-Ever since she was of age, she has lived independently in her current flat." Al's reaction was similar to her own when she had found out. His eyes widened in shock, his mouth in a grim line.

He sat back down on the steps. All his life, Alfendi had a pretty normal family. Despite not ever knowing his mother, he had found one in his adopted sister Flora. He had a father, who ever with a rocky relationship, deep down Al knew his dad loved him. He had lost no one in his life who had honestly cared about him, and yet he wasn't content with his life until Lucy. Lucy. The Prof thought. Her personality was so bubbly and bright, yet she had been through so much.

A sickly pale hand rested on his shoulder, breaking him out of the stupor.
"Brings everything into perspective, doesn't it." All Alfendi could do was nod. "Now why did you need to know that? It's not like you to put you nose into other's business." From the depths of his pocket, Al pulled out something out that caused Florence to sneeze half across the room.