Grumbling to herself about finding a new place soon, Mika hiked the four flights of stairs to her flat in an evening gown. Huffing by the time she reached her door, she fumbled for her keys in a ridiculously fashionably small purse, cursing that she couldn't find them. As she accidentally spilled the contents of her purse, she stooped down and cursed all the formal events she was now required to attend, ever since the Ozunu fiasco.

Her popularity amongst the Europol (and by relation, the Interpol) had sky rocketed, and she, along with Myers, were considered the belles of the ball, and heroes of the decade. Which, admittedly, was nice in the beginning - it was nice to receive acknowledgment that she was right, dammit - but now these bureaucrats drove her mental. They were so dull. All they did was toast each with champagne for accomplishments they didn't even achieve - they were all paper pushers, for Christ's sake!

Nevertheless, there were some benefits. People took her more seriously, and in the last year since The Fiasco, she had been privy to increasingly more classified and interesting cases. She'd also been promoted, and her and Myers were now partners... which had its benefits, but it was little uncomfortable at times, thanks to the attraction between the two. She sighed, remembering how he'd looked at her that evening. Too bad they had both decided to think with their heads and not... with other parts. Career first, she reminded herself.

"Finally, you bastard," she muttered menacingly as she found the keys. Humming satisfiedly to herself, she opened the door and crossed the threshold.

Stepping inside, she tossed her purse onto the ottoman and then proceeded to collapse face first onto the sectional. She groaned in pain as she kicked off her heels - blasted, painful creations - and reached around back to unzip her dress when something flickered across the corner of her eye.

"Stupid cat," she muttered. "Get out of the drapes!" She pulled her zipper down, and simultaneously there was a loud thud from behind her, causing her to roll off the couch in fright.

"Did you have a nice evening?" a voice spoke out of the darkness.

"What the fuck!" she screamed, and tossed a crystal candle holder in its direction.

"Mika, Mika, Mika. What am I supposed to do with you?" he called, from the opposite direction.

"Raizo?" she asked in shock. "What the hell? Where have you been?" she clambered up from the floor, and placed a hand over her fiercely thudding heart. "And don't play sneak-up-on-Mika games!"

"Your crystal ornament is unbroken. I caught it. And your back is unzipped," Raizo commented nonchalantly, as he casually dropped from the corner of her ceiling. "And keep the lights on at all times. I see you still haven't learned,"

Mouth ajar, she just gaped inelegantly at him as he strolled over to the various light fixtures and flipped them all on. "I just came in!" she claimed.

"No," he corrected calmly, tying the silky sheen of his dark hair into a tail. "You came in, fell on your couch and rolled about attempting to undress yourself, regardless of possible dangers,"

She hastily zipped herself back up and face flaming, she babbled to hide her discomfort. "Would you like some tea?"

As he seated himself on her ottoman, she thought she saw an upward tilt of his lips, but it was gone so fast she wasn't sure. "That would be lovely," he agreed.

She busied herself behind the kitchen counter, trying to place her thoughts in order. She glanced at him as he stared out her window, and thought to herself that he looked far better than when she had seen him last. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it seemed he was healthier - his hair had more of a sheen to it, his chest was just the tiniest bit broader. But that wasn't just it... he seemed at peace, she realized. He did not seem happy (she doubted the dour man ever could be) but he was definitely lighter, in spirit, at least.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Not really. You've gotten soft. Fat,"

He growled half-heartedly at her. "And I see you're still not a size 34," Laughing, she tossed a dirty rag at him, and he chucked it right back at her. Smiling to herself, she poured his tea, enjoying the camaraderie they shared. As she set the coffee table with the tea for both of them, she pinned him with a glare as she seated herself.

"Now spill," she ordered. "Where the hell have you been? I haven't seen you since that night,"

"I see your promotion has gone to your head," he commented with a raised eyebrow. "I have been neither here nor there. Up to my old tricks, still, more or less. The world is not so welcoming to men with my skill set,"

"Oh?" she scoffed. "I would think life would be easy for the super powered ninja,"

"Hmm," he began softly as he sipped his tea. "It's death that comes easy to me, Mika, and life that leaves me confounded,"

Abashed, she didn't know what to say.

He waved off her apology with a flick of his hand. "Nevertheless, what I am really here for. A little birdie told me that you are heading to Los Angeles,"

She shook her head in awe. "I'm not even going to ask you how you know that,"

"Good," he replied readily. "Because I won't answer. A ninja is only valuable so long as he is in control of his secrets. How much do you know about the case?"

She gauged whether or not she could reveal her knowledge to him and then shrugged, figuring that he knew just as much as her, if not more. "One of the Asian Triads there have been increasingly active lately, and they're leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. They think their might be freelance ninjas involved, so I was advised to join the case,"

He nodded, and stirred some sugar into his tea. "The group has been active in their pursuit of an ancient Chinese artifact, rumoured to possess mystical qualities,"

Mika laughed. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm on the x-files team now, since having the run-in with the Ozunu Clan and seeing the impossible. Wait. Do you know what the X-files is?"

He shot her a droll look. "Yes, I am aware of Molder and Scully's exploits. I happened to come across it when I was flicking through channels,"

"I thought you said you didn't own a television," she asked, confused.

"Yes, well, the internet then," he replied off-handedly.

"Yeah, but then you would have to go looking for it," she accused with a smile.

Raizo ignored that, and continued. "Did you know the code name you will be using is Agent Kallisto?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Kallisto? What is that? Something to do with the apocalypse?"

Setting his tea down, he stared at her. "You know, for a glorified librarian, you do not know much about history or mythology,"

"I'm a forensic researcher, I deal with crimes and bodies," she defended. "Anyway, what's this case have to do with you?"

"Well," he began with a smile, and she suddenly felt chilled with worry, "I've been infiltrating that very gang for the last six months. I heard you were going to get involved, and I know that you don't have any contacts in LA. So you are coming with me. As my girlfriend."