A/N: First of all, I am really, truly sorry for the long wait, but I was busy with the college and later the exams, then I got involved in another project, so I really didnt have time to write this chapter... nor much of an inspiration, as you can see from its length, its the shortest one yet, but I thought I should give you guys at least something... Hopefully, the next chapter will be out much faster than this one, but I cant promise anything...

This chapter was betaed by my friend NoAng3l, who got me to write this story in the first place ^^


"Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Oikawa. If you remember anything else, please do call us. We would also be grateful if you could come to the station for statement." Setsuna thanked the boss-man, shaking his hand, just as Mermaid and I exited the elevator, with that Yaten girl.

"Of course, officer." He gave her a tight smile, and Setsuna again ignored his mistake, while I rolled my eyes as I leaned towards Michiru "Next time he calls us officers, I'm so gonna arrest him." I whispered, while she just scoffed and rolled her eyes at me.

"You two done?" Setsuna asked us, as we approached her.

"Yes, we have everything we need. I should drop it off to the lab, so Ami can go through these files." Michiru said, patting her bag, which contained the files on CDs and a few samples she collected on the way.

"I'll drop you off." I offered, nodding towards my bike with a smirk.

"No thanks, I feel safer in Setsuna's car, than on that... thatthing you drive." She frowned, looking at my bike, and a smirk immediately fell off my face, being replaced by a glare.

"'That thing' as you put it, is the safest vehicle on these streets, when it's in my hands." I said matter-of-factly.

"I am still worried about you not wearing a helmet. Even if you don't make a mistake, someone else might, and then it could be you paying the price." Setsuna said, throwing worried glances between me and my bike.

"But, be that as it may, I can't take you to the station Michiru, I'm sorry. I have other pressing matters to attend now. When we came here, I was kind of hoping Haruka would be able to take you back." She said, a small apologetic smile on her face.

"Well, I do have a helmet for passengers... And my offer still stands, Mermaid." I said, as I started towards my bike.

She seemed to be pondering if she should go with me, or just take a cab to the precinct, but finally, she gave in "Fine. And stop calling me that!"

"Ay, you kids are giving me the headache." Setsuna complained, massaging her templates.

Michiru glared at Setsuna as I chuckled, getting the helmet from the helmet case, on the back of my bike.

"See ya later partner. Come on, Princess."

While Michiru secured her helmet, I straddled the bike, starting the engine.

"Put your bag in the case." I instructed her, pointing behind me with my thumb.

"Anything else you want me to do, your Majesty?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and disdain, which only made me grin at her wider.

"Yes, sit behind me, and put your hands around my waist." I said and revved the engine.

"Ready?" I asked, as she hesitantly placed her hands on my hips.

"No. But I know that won't stop you." She answered, her voice cold.

"You know me so well, Mermaid." I grinned.

"I told you..." I cut her off, finally releasing the brakes, making her lurch backwards. She grabbed my waist in a death grip in order not to fall off, resting her whole upper body on my back.

Damn, I must admit, that feels good. I shuddered at the thought of having her body pressed on me like this more often.

No. No, I can't think like that, she hates me, and besides, she's a world class bitch. We can never be together.

She relaxed her grip a little, enough that I could breathe normally again.

After 20 minutes or so, we were at the precinct.

"You see, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" I asked her smiling, as she took the helmet off.

"Humph, I guess you are right." She gave me a small smile, as she unmounted the bike.

I followed suit, taking the key out of the ignition, so I could open the case. She took her bag, placing the helmet inside instead of it, and I closed the case.

"You coming in?" She caught me off guard with her question, and I looked at her, surprised.

"Umm, yeah, you go ahead, I have to finish locking it up." I said scratching the back of my head.

"Oh, ok. I guess I'll be seeing you." She either seemed a little disappointed, or my imagination decided to play with me.

"Uhh, yeah, see ya." I said, uncertain how to respond.

I kneeled down next to the bike, and as I fumbled with the chain, I watched her go inside the precinct building, my gaze lingering on her behind.

"If you keep staring, you might drill a hole in her." Unknown voice said behind me.

I looked behind to see short, blonde girl, with the longest hair I have ever seen, a big red bow on top. Well, except maybe for my partner's hair.

"Excuse me?" I asked, not embarrassed, but annoyed that I was caught staring.

"Well, I can't say I blame you, she is really pretty. Is she your girlfriend? You two would look so cute together..." The more she rambled, the more I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

"She most certainly is NOT my girlfriend!" I cut her off, giving her a cold stare. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Oh!" She smacked her forehead before extending her hand towards me "My name is Minako Aino, and I am the reporter for the Daily Scout."

I looked at her face, then her hand, then her face again "A reporter, you say? What do you want from me?"

She took out her tablet, ready to start writing notes, like I agreed for some kind of interview "My sources tell me that you are investigating the disappearance of Usagi Tsukino, and that it can be related to an old case, disappearance -turned-murder. What can you tell me about the case?" She said all in one breath, a serious look on her face, that was like, 180 degrees different than the cheerful one she had a moment ago.

"Uh, what? Where did you hear... Who told you about that?" I stuttered, as she caught me off guard. But then I remembered my training at the Academy, where we had a whole subject dedicated to dealing with the press "That's an ongoing investigation, and I am not allowed to share any details about it."

I got up, giving her a hard stare, with my arms crossed across my chest.

But that didn't do anything to stop her from continuing "So, you do say that those two cases are connected, and that we might have a serial killer, that's kidnapping blonde girls with blue eyes..."

"Alright, stop right there!" If she goes public with this, even if all of that is just guessing, it's still a correct guessing, Mamoru will have my head.

"Let's make a deal; I'll talk with my superior officer, to let you get the exclusive interviews every now and then, with the FACTS we are ready to share." I suggested, even though I knew Mamoru will scream his lungs at me for this, but it's better than alternative.

"Hmm, what do you get out of that?" She asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"You don't get to publish that... garbage you have there, and start the country-wide panic." I said, glaring at her.

She appeared to be thinking very hard at my proposition, her free hand tapping her chin, supported on the other that was still holding that tablet.

After a few minutes, I was starting to get annoyed, so I rolled my eyes "Well?"

"So, I am the only one that will get these interviews and evidence? Competition will get the 'no-comment' routine?"

"Yes."

"Great!" She exclaimed, offering me a hand to shake, which I reluctantly accepted. "Here is my number, so give me a call when you have something, and we can discuss it over coffee, handsome." She gave me her card, followed by a wink, before she turned around, almost breaking into the run towards her car, leaving me dazed behind, still holding the paper with raised arm, and open mouth.

Wow. What the hell just happened?