Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Trust ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Author: Yami Neferbre

Title: Crimson Trust 

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, or CSI Miami

Paring: SetoxYami  

Rating: R (just to be safe with the content)

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, mention of rape (it's not really noticeable yet)

Spoilers: None 

Summary: Yami has always been lied to, always been betrayed and hurt. Working as a special agent for the CSI crime lab in Miami he finds peace while raising his younger siblings. But an old enemy has returned, and a wonderful man just entered his life. Can he trust a stranger, or will he simply give up on life all together.  

Status: 1/? 

A/N: Most of this I had to type out from what I originally wrote out, hehe, 21 pages down about thirty more to go. Only with this chapter I added a lot, more than the first one. The first little bit of this chapter is new material, that's why it took so long, plus my bro decided to hide all of my story stuff that I have at the desk. **stupid big bros**anyway, hope you enjoy.  

And I'm gunna thank Dragon for being such a wonderful beta, thanks for all the grammar help, hehe, I was never taught lol.  

TWO 

When they reached the Kaiba mansion, the entire house was already in utter chaos. Police officers and forensics teams had gathered outside the lavish estate, sectioning the area off with the yellow tape, blocking meddlesome neighbors from contaminating the scene. Glancing at each other, eyes filled with bewilderment, Yami and Taita grabbed their gear before clambering out of the vehicle. Stretching, they dashed towards the house, flashing their badges at brute officers.  

Coming into the house they peered around as forensic officers dashed about; up and down the stairs, swabbing the ceramic tile, and dusting the stair railing with the red powder that they knew so well. Locking gazes with Taita, Yami scowled briefly before striding up to one of the forensic officers that he knew. “What the hell happened here Everett?” he demanded. “And why were we not informed?”  

Spinning around, Everett stared at Yami in surprise before a scowl crossed his features. “Seto and Mokuba Kaiba came home about an hour ago. They found their mother's bedroom in disarray and blood everywhere. I think we found the initial crime scene sir,” he answered. “As for why we did not contact you. Kent showed up here saying that the case had been handed over to him. Obviously not I guess.”  

“Obviously,” Yami snapped, reaching into his bag he pulled out a pair of plastic gloves. “Find Kent and get his ass out of here, get the police to drag him out of here if you have to, just get him out of this crime scene. I want you to personally make sure that all of the evidence found in this case ends up in my office and lock the door. Here I'll give you the key.”  

Rummaging through his pocket, Yami pulled out a ring of three keys and shoved it into Everett's hand. “Do not let anyone from Kent's team view the evidence. Take the keys to someone on my team so that they can give them back to me. Please and thank you.”  

Nodding, Everett closed his digits around the key chain before carefully dashing up the stairs, avoiding the areas that were being examined.  

Scowling, Yami and Taita watched as the forensics team finished their work, hovering over their shoulders and barking out orders to make sure that nothing was missed. Forgetting about their main priority, the two went up the stairs, forcing one of the police officers to lead them to the bedroom. 

Upon entering they held back gasps of horror. The beautiful rich red mahogany furniture was strewn about, broken and destroyed by both hands and guns. A large bay window opposite to them was shattered, the shards of glass scattered both on the inside and outside of the house. Blood patterns covered the beautiful white carpet, droplets of the thick red substance splayed in a wide area showing paths of a knife being shoved into something, and taken out in rapid and dramatic strokes.  

A single smear of blood over a large area near the upturned bed indicated where a captive was held upon the floor as this transpired, struggling and writhing in desperation.  

The familiar stench that Yami remembered from many years ago filled the room. Thick, rancid, and stifling, choking him as he tried to breathe. Clenching his hand over his throat, he held back a reflexive gag, tears from the smell welling in his eyes. It was the smell of death.  

Violet eyes narrowed, ignoring the forensic officers that hurriedly left the room, all the while sloppily labeling their findings. The unique icy orbs were concentrated upon the window, reaching out he snatched the arm of one of the officers, one of his digits insistently pointing to the window. “I want samples of the glass, inside and outside, compare them and see which side the force as propelled to break it.” 

The man nodded furiously. “Yes sir,” he mumbled, cowering slightly under Yami's fierce gaze barely noticing the fact that he was nearly twice his size before scampering away, bags of evidence in his hands.  

“They better not have missed anything,” Taita growled. “We should call Gabe and get them down here, they can re-examine the scene just in case. Sometimes I think we CSI's have better eyes and brains than those damn forensic officers.”  

“That surprises you?” Yami grunted, striding back to the stairs and bellowing down at the Everett down below as he directed the forensic officers out. “Everett, make sure that there are samples of the glass, and call team please, ask them to come down here with their forensic gear.”  

Quirking a brow, Everett chuckled. “Don't trust us Yami?” he asked.  

“No, I trust you,” he stated. “But not his group of skittish officers, and queasy might I add. Besides, having a double run through makes sure that nothing was missed. And get those damn rookie cops out of the building and on the sidewalk. They obviously do not know that this is a crime scene and they keep contaminating it. Get them to do their job.”  

“Which is?” Everett asked.  

Yami snarled, pointing forcefully at the door “Keeping the pedestrians away, along with Kent and his damn team. Have a good night.”  

Chuckling, Everett waved up at Yami, a bright smile on his face. “Alright Yami, can do. Sleep tight buddy, later Taita,” he called, vacating the house.  

“Good night,” Taita called before turning to Yami, patting his shoulder. “Lets got get this interview done and over with so that we can go home. Leave Gabe, Elijah, and Jason with the hard stuff.”  

“Hmm,” Yami hummed. “Sounds like a plan.”  

Gathering their possessions, they clipped their bags shut and headed down the stairs, the home finally filled with a heavy and eerie silence. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the two friends glanced around, eyes narrowed, as they searched for the household butler. They did not want to be intrusive, having already let themselves inside and inspected a rather painful section of the house for the two brothers.  

Glancing at each other, they heaved twin sighs before sitting down on the tile floor a few meters from the stairs as to not contaminate them. Leaning against the couches they stared up at the ceilings, admiring the intricate flowers, angel, and dragons sculpted into the white wood, all painted in soft tones as not to overwhelm the white.  

Exhaling a breath that he did not know that he was holding, Yami dropped his gaze to the floor, digits running absently over the smooth black marble tile, tracing the silver lines that twisted through the stark black like veins. It was the same tile that was in his old home, the one that he had lived in before the foster home.  

He remembered that house; elaborate, elegant, and surreal. Dark tiles, beautiful oak hardwood, and gallant white carpet smooth and warm to the touch. Most of the walls were either a deep forest green, or a serene tope. Immense windows, upon the ceilings were expensive and elaborate carvings. Dark gray granite counter tops, oak cabinets, expensive furniture, and elegant materials.  

It was a beautiful house, with few beautiful memories.  

Brow furrowing he scowled slightly, this house was very similar to it, but white wood paneling ran in some areas like a grand scale French palace, while the colors were calm and serene, soothing to the nerves of a stressed and busy family. Blinking, he lifted his gaze, the set up was different as well, it was not as open as his had been as well. Lucien had loved that it was so open, it made it easier to find a certain someone when he wanted pleasure that his mother could never give him.  

Narrowing his eyes he removed his hands from the cool tile and glanced at Taita. “Maybe we should go look for him, otherwise this may turn into a really long night, and I have a doctor's appointment in the morning,” he suggested.  

Taita pondered upon it, “Nah, we can't be invasive, he's probably had a rough day. Besides, someone has to come around and turn off all these lights, and only the kid is in bed, the butler and Seto are wandering around this place somewhere. This house is huge, was yours like this?” 

“Yes,” Yami answered slowly, absently almost. “But it was more open, Lucien preferred it that way.”  

“But he didn't buy the house, your Grandmother did.”  

Giving a small nod of confirmation Yami folded his hands in his lap. “Yes, she bought it for my Mother, my Uncle, and I. But when Lucien came back into my life, my uncle moved out and he moved in. When he started…er… doing things towards me, he told me that he loved fact that it was so open. It was easier to find me that way.”  

“Do you want me to stop?” Taita asked, leaning forward so that he was staring into Yami's eyes. “This is obviously bringing back some memories.”  

Shaking his head Yami heaved a sigh, “No, sometimes it is better out then in. The last time I tried to keep everything in I nearly destroyed myself.”  

“Suicide?” Taita questioned.  

“Attempted,” Yami answered. “I tried after Lucien forced Rohypnol into me. He planned on taking me to one of the clubs that night. Joey came in though, looking for me to figure out why I sent Kalie and Yugi over to his place. He stopped me, realized that Lucien had drugged me, and took me to the hospital. My Mother was never told till after Lucien was arrested.” 

Leaning back Taita continued to stare at Yami's bowed head, “When did that happen?” 

“Two months before he was arrested for attempted murder on both my mother and I.”  

“Did he do anything to you while you were on the drug?” Taita asked, eyes narrowing.  

Nodding Yami dropped his head back, resting it against the couch behind him. “I'm imagining so, because I woke up in a lot of pain, minus some clothing, and covered in a blanket. I had a black out after he forced it down my throat.”  

Exhaling, Taita closed his eyes, “I didn't know that he drugged you.” 

“He didn't do it very often,” Yami assured. “Only when I fought back, or when I refused to allow of his friends to do what they wanted with me at the club.”  

“Am I interrupting something?” came a smooth voice, deep and alluring.  

Snapping out of their conversation, Yami and Taita glanced up in surprise at Seto Kaiba, who stood beside them, slightly hunched over, and his face pale with a forced smile. Scrambling to their feet, Taita and Yami retrieved their bags and nodded, flashing their badges.  

“Lieutenant Yami Hanata.” 

“Taita Khepresh, Miami Dade police.”  

Extending his hand, Seto gripped Taita's, shaking it firmly before turning to Yami. The CSI reached out to his, taking it the CEO held back an expression of surprise at softness of the skin there and the striking appearance of the one before him.  

Exotic was one way to describe Yami's appearance; deep violet eyes stared back at him, emotionless and serene. Soft skin, deliciously tanned, covered lean and toned muscles. The white T-shirt that he wore highlighting his lean torso and abdomen, in fact it only increased Seto's attraction towards him. Dark blue jeans fitting the curves of those shapely legs, hugging everything in the right area.  

Ebony spikes reaching towards the sky, crimson at the tips. Golden bangs rivaling that of the sun, framed his face perfectly, heightening the bronze shade of his tan, and causing his eyes to glow majestically.  

“Pleased to meet you,” he managed, forcing the increased amount of saliva in his mouth to flow back down his throat. “I am Seto Kaiba; I presume that you already know me to some extent.”  

“In the media and DNA perspective yes,” Yami answered, clipping his badge to his hip again. “We need to ask you a few questions regarding your mother. Her body was found earlier today along with one of the secretaries at your corporation.”  

Sorrow flashed through beautiful cerulean eyes, taking a step back he placed his hand upon the couch, stabilizing himself. Taking a breath he gasped out, “She's gone?” 

Giving a chaste nod Yami gazed at the CEO with slight pity, “I'm sorry to have to inform you in such a brute manner, but we need to make this meeting brief. Both of us are already being paid for six hours of over time, and we really don't want to take away your sleeping time.”  

“We'll I don't think that I will be sleeping much tonight. But, I will respect your wishes. Please sit down; Giles can retrieve us some refreshments.”  

“Thank you Mr. Kaiba,” said Taita.  

Turning, Seto called into the kitchen nearby, politely asking the butler within to bring out some tea and something to nibble on. Turning back he stopped in his tracks as he spotted where Yami was sitting.  

Yami had placed himself upon the floor, shifting to get comfortable, and placing a pencil and pad of paper upon the coffee table. Blinking bewilderedly, he grunted before sitting down on one of the soft white couches, Taita sitting on the one closest to Yami.  

Taking a breath Seto cleared his throat, removing the bulge there. “How was she murdered? Please, I need to know.” 

The two friends glanced at each other, seemingly exchanging a conversation before Yami turned back to him; “She was shot once in the back, stabbed five times, shot in the head, followed by five more stab wounds. Luckily for her, she died before the second gun shot, one of the wounds ruptured her lungs,” he expounded calmly.  

Reaching into the bag Yami pulled out the yellow case file, opening it he shoved the pictures towards the CEO, whom immediately took them. Bottom lip quivering, Seto shifted through the autopsy photos, blue eyes filled with shock, horror, and utter fury. Placing the photos back upon the table, he watched Yami retrieve them and place them carefully back into the folder before closing it.  

Choking back a sob, he fought back the overwhelming tears that had begun to form in the corners of his eyes, “Why would someone do this?”  

Shrugging Yami heaved a sigh, “That we are not sure about yet. But, we are beginning to believe that the murder, since Rosa Stiht was involves, has something to do with the new product that your mother was creating in the biotechnology section of the corporation.”  

Narrowing his eyes, Seto leaned back as Giles returned baring a tray of three china cups, a steaming teapot, and a plate of simple chocolate cookies. Placing it upon the table the butler silently poured the steaming liquid into the expensive cups, only speaking to ask the two CSI's if they wanted honey or milk in their tea. Bowing he turned away, smiling warmly at Seto as he went.  

Seto returned the expression, “Thank you Giles, good night.” 

“Good night, Sir,” Giles returned, before leaving the house, jacket in hand.  

Taking his cup, Seto stared at Yami thoughtfully. “It was a beauty product, Regenerist I believe it was called. It is one of those modern day skin products. It regenerates the cells on your face to destroy dead skin, and reduce the signs of aging. It would have made an immense profit.” 

“Would have?” Taita questioned.  

Giving a brief nod, Seto leaned forward. “My Mother decided to put it on hold while Mokuba and I finished the gaming product that we stared engineering. I am not sure if I am going to put that product out without her here, it was her product after all.” 

Sighing, Yami took a sip of his tea. “I see. Was there anyone that you know of that had any type of grudge against your Mother or your company?” 

Shrugging, Seto placed his cup back on the table. “The only thing I can think of is our rival company, Zamora Corp. The President, Mr. Ivan Mittowski, had threatened a few times to destroy Kaiba Corp, but has never attempted to,” he expounded, rubbing his neck tiredly.  

Quickly scribbling down the new information on the pad alongside all the other notes he had taken, Yami heaved another sigh, exhaustion becoming evident. “Lastly, before we leave for the night, Mr. Kaiba, we need your finger prints, a DNA sample, and a sample of your handwriting, printed and handwritten if you please,” he said, before pushing the pad and paper towards the CEO.  

“Certainly,” Seto agreed readily, taking the pen and quickly writing out a few sentences in his neat, flowing writing. Once done that, he resisted a gasp as Yami moved around the table, taking his hand gently and pressing each finger through a pad of ink, then over in certain squares on a piece of paper.  

Rifling through his bag, Yami retrieved a q-tip and plastic tube, “Open your mouth please.” 

Without hesitation Seto did as asked, opening his mouth and ignoring the awkward sensation of the q-tip running along the inside of his cheeks, taking some of the saliva, before retracting.  

Running his tongue over the areas that the instrument had gone, he watched as Yami placed the q-tip in the container then shoved it into his bag, almost moaning when he realized that the CSI was finished his work.  

“Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Kaiba,” said Taita, rising to his feet stiffly. “We will have two protection agents here tomorrow, along with a few police officers to watch over you and your brother. We will keep you posted.” 

Rising to his feet Seto led them to the door. Gripping the handle he realized something, “Hanata right?” he asked Yami as he pulled on his jacket.  

“Yes,” Yami answered cautiously.  

“You wouldn't happen to be related to a Salatis Hanata, would you?” Seto questioned. Yami's eyes shot up to meet his own; pain, fear, and disbelief flashed briefly through his violet eyes before they became icy again.  

“Not willingly,” he murmured. “Why?”  

Seto blinked, opening the door, hissing as the cool breeze ran over him, “Because he works at Zamora Corp. He is one of the head men in the building.”  

“Good to know,” Yami said sarcastically, hate clear in his voice. “Thank you Mr. Kaiba, we will call you tomorrow if we find anything.”  

“Thank you, good night,” he said, before the two left with a brief good night passing from their lips.  

Closing the door to the SUV, Taita glanced at Yami worriedly. “I thought he left with Lucien,” he murmured.  

Yami felt his lip quiver, his fear becoming evident to his friend, “So did I.” 

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The continuous, annoying beeping of an alarm clock reached his ear, forcing him out of the fog that he loved to call sleep. Moaning into his pillow, he cursed under his breath, before reached over and hitting the snooze button. “Why did the appointment have to be at nine in the fucking morning?”  

“Because that was the only time Maria could see you my malhablado hermano,” (foul-mouthed brother) came the young, chipper voice of Yugi.  

Groaning, Yami rolled over onto his back, glaring bleary eyed at his brother after translating what he had said. He was glad that Yugi had only learned Spanish, unlike him, his mother had been insistent that he learned Japanese, Arabic, Spanish, Ancient Egyptian, and Greek. His grandparents loved it, but Lucien hated it.  

“She is so lucky it's a Friday,” he grumbled. “And you are only off the hook from that little remark because I am not awake enough to tickle you.” 

Yugi smiled at him triumphantly, his large violet eye shining innocently before he dashed off to the kitchen. Grabbing a towel from the floor, Yami forced himself to his feet, while grumbling incoherently about it being way too early. Slipping into the bathroom, he showered and combed his mop of spiky hair before returning to his room, allowing his sister to take it over.  

Changing quickly, he clambered downstairs. Joey and Yugi were already sitting at the table, a box of cheerios and the milk out and ready for use. Yawning, he sat down without the grace that he normally did and taking one of the bowls he poured himself some cereal.  

“Not functioning yet Yami?” teased Yugi. Yami sent him a small glare before grunting. Chuckling Yugi rose to his feet, “I'll make some coffee then since Joey is falling asleep too.”  

“Gracias,” Yami murmured out, testing Yugi on his Spanish. 

Yugi pondered upon it for a moment before exclaiming, “Bienvenido.” 

“Good to see that your teachers are smart,” Yami grunted, receiving a small smile from his brother before the boy began to rummage around in the kitchen.  

Joey crocked a brow, yawning before shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “What do you have in you again?” he asked.  

“Huh?”  

Chuckling, Joey swallowed before continuing, ignoring the glare that he received from Yami, realizing that he was still somnolent. “What do you have in you, you know.” 

“Oh,” Yami blinked in understanding, rubbing his eyes. “Spanish, Greek, Roman, and Egyptian.”  

“And your Grandfather's stepfather was Japanese right?” Joey questioned. Receiving a nod, he shoved another spoonful into his mouth.  

Rubbing his neck, Yami glanced up at his friend, eyes taking in the wet blond hair, and lightly tanned skin. The blonde yawned, stretched his arms dramatically into the air before winking at him playfully. Giving his friend a warm smile Yami took a breath, “Joey, I was told something last night.” 

“What?” Joey asked, before taking another spoonful of cereal, golden eyes staring up at him.  

“Salatis moved back,” he murmured. “He is helping run the rival corporation to Kaiba Corp. So in other words, he's involved in the case.” 

Hazel eyes narrowed dangerously, suddenly alert as his protective side broke through. “Then be careful, try and stay away from him, I don't want that bastard hurting you.”  

Nodding, Yami yawned tiredly. “I'll try, I am making no guarantees. I am the lead officer on the case other than Gabe. I may have to do all the questioning, interrogations, and arrests.” 

“Just be careful buddy. He might try and pull something on you,” Joey said before Yugi entered the room, going silent. They thanked the boy as he sent the cups on the table, pouring the steaming chestnut liquid into the cups as Kalie came down the stairs, brush running through her ebony hair.  

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Hissing at the feeling of the cool metal of the stethoscope pressing against his bare torso, he glanced down at the doctor that he had known all his life. “Warn me please Maria.” 

The beautiful African America woman smiled, her warm laugh spreading through the room. “It is the only way to wake you up honey,” she said sweetly before draping the stethoscope around her neck. Leaning against the hospital bed she locked her chocolate eyes with Yami's violet ones, “You have fluid build up again in both lungs.” 

“How severe?” Yami questioned, panicking instantly.  

Sighing, Maria patted his shoulder. “Knowing you, severe. But, if you don't catch a cold you should be fine. You'll have to start taking your anti-biotic pills again, that way if you are catching something, hopefully it will be contained before it gets any worse.” 

“I don't feel sick,” he murmured. “Damn, I've been doing so well - no mucus and no colds - for the past ten months. I was becoming hopeful.” 

“Well honey,” said Maria, gently caressing Yami's arm as if she were his aunt. “You will never be perfect. That underdeveloped lung, and your low lymphocyte count that goes to those two organs, make you vulnerable to sicknesses. You know that honey.” 

Heaving a sigh, Yami hung his head. “Even the common cold can kill me Maria, I know. Trust me, I remember all those years of spending months in the hospital from a simple cold.” 

“Well, maybe the medications will prevent another long visit with me,” she said. Seeing he saddened expression on his face, she caressed his cheek. “Cheer up honey.”  

“I don't want to spend another month in the hospital like I did last year, that was one hell of a horrible Christmas,” he murmured, as he pulled his silk blue dress shirt back on, slowly buttoning it up.  

Maria rubbed his cheek gently with her thumb, smiling warmly at the young man before her. She had been his nurse since he was a baby, never once leaving him from the time that she turned twenty-five to now. She loved him like a nephew, sometimes even like a son.  

“Don't worry,” she assured tenderly. “Just take your pills and you should be fine.”  

Smiling, Yami finished buttoning up his shirt.“I trust you,” he teased, before standing up.  

“Come back next week on Monday. I'll make a time and call you,” she said, as he strode towards the door. “I need to monitor you now, just in case.”  

Glancing back, Yami nodded. “Hopefully this does not get serious. I am on another case at the moment, high profile.”  

Blinking in realization, Maria placed her clipboard on the bed. “Are you investigating the Azucena Kaiba murder?” she asked.  

He nodded. “I am. Are you watching it on the news or something?” he asked, grasping the door handle.  

“I am. You know me, I always watch the news,” she chuckled.  

“True enough. Then you will see me on it again soon. The media is always shoving their cameras where they don't belong. The only time they are not is when the person is of a lower class,” he stated firmly.  

Maria scowled in agreement, “Things have always been that way, but seemingly, it gets worse as time progresses.”  

Grunting, Yami opened the door. “Society - better yet - this world is getting worse as time progresses,” he said in distaste. “I have to go though; I have to be at work soon. Later, I'll see you on Monday.” 

“Yes, good-bye honey.”  

Closing the door behind him, Yami walked through the familiar white sterile halls of the hospital, the same hospital that he had been visiting since he was an infant. He waved and said hello to familiar nurses or doctors, and every once in a while the odd patient that he would see wandering the halls. He had been here so often that sometimes it felt like home, at others he felt like screaming and running as far away as he could. He had very few good memories of this place - he was usually having an appointment with Maria, or sick in a bed with a tube down his throat.  

Silently, he entered one of the main waiting rooms. Resting against the wall, he stared in at the three most important people in his life. Joey, Yugi, and Akalia sat conversing freely to each other, smiling and giggling as they went. He smiled fondly as he watched them, joy filling him and warming his heart.  

It soothed him to know that they had healed for the most part, from what they had seen when they were much younger. He was thankful for that; if they had turned out anything like he had - paranoid and afraid - he would never have forgiven himself. Seeing his siblings act like average teenagers, and for Joey to be so carefree and not having to constantly treat wounds, or to soothe him after one of Lucien's play times.  

Just then Yugi glanced up at him, a smile spreading over his angelic face. Bounding to his feet, he wrapped his arms around his older brother, “So, how was it?” 

“I'm back on my pills, there's fluid build up again,” he expounded, turning his gaze towards Joey and Kalie.  

“I pity you man, those things are huge,” Joey cringed, shuddering before rising to his feet. “Well, let's go before the day gets old, lunch sounds like a plan since you two are out of school.”  

Shaking her head, Kalie rose to her feet, and brushed her ebony hair over her shoulders. “Is food all you ever thing about Joey?” she teased, retrieving her purse.  

He tapped his chin in mock thought, “Hmm, girls and movies too. Oh, and annoying you two brats,” he exclaimed before lifting Yugi's small frame into the air, tickling him mercilessly, and causing laughter to fill the room. Others watching the spectacle before them with mirth. 

Placing Yugi back upon the ground, Joey turned to Yami, “You up for a good meal, or would you prefer your horse pills?”  

Receiving a hard, playful punch, Joey stumbled back, while Yami glared at him.  

“Food, thanks,” Yami chuckled, allowing Kalie to link arms with him. “It has to be brief though, I need to be at work in an hour.” 

“McDonalds,” Yugi exclaimed.  

“Sure, why not?” Yami chuckled, wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulder, leading both siblings towards the door, Joey taking up the rear.  

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Removing the tip of his pen from his mouth, Elijah glanced up at the sound of the lab door being kicked open. Immediately he stopped as Yami stumbled in, his black bag in hand, and a large mug of steaming coffee. Not surprised that it was the spiky haired Lieutenant he rose to his feet, sending a pleasant smile to his friend, “So, any good news my man?” he asked.  

Yami shook his head, disappointment shining in his eyes. “I have fluid again. I'm back on those damned antibiotic pills. Now on to the case…. Taita and I gained some good information,” he said, placing his bag on the desk. “As well, we have some prints and blood at the Kaiba house. I have all the evidence down at forensics being supervised as they analyze it.”  

“We got nothing,” Elijah grunted, placing his pen back in his mouth. “Still no idea where Rose was grabbed do we?” 

“Not a clue.”  

“Well, everyone is down at the cafeteria finishing lunch. You can stay with me if you want,” he suggested. “Gabe still needs to tell us what he found yesterday from his interview with Mr. Stiht. Hopefully we will get somewhere today with this case.”  

Nodding, Yami retrieved a nearby chair. Shoving it towards the table, he sat across from Elijah, a deep breath escaping him. Leaning back he heaved a breath, listening a bit then scowled as he heard the slight wheeze in it. Snarling angrily, he pried his bag open and took out his notepad, eyes immediately scanning it, running over everything to refresh his memory.  

Seto had been away when the murder was committed, but that did not mean that he was not involved in some way. Though, so far, there was no motive for him other than having the entire corporation to himself. But, if that was his incentive, then why kill Rosa? Either way, until they could rule him out, Seto was still a suspect, a guarded one, but a suspect.  

Ivan Mittowski, owner of the second largest corporation in the world, and was someone who obviously ran at the mouth. He had heard about how the business man had threatened many companies, bickered with the media, and every once in a while - for the hell of it - made up ridiculous scams for press to investigate and interrogate people.  

But, unfortunately, right now he was doing nothing, and there was no proof yet of Seto's claims that he had threatened the company. He didn't have any doubt that he did, but, that was not the point, the point was they needed hard-core evidence to be able to do anything. Right now, they just did not have it.  

Then there was Rosa Stiht….. why was she killed along side Azucena? If it was strictly about the Regenerist product then yes, there was a reason, but if it was about Kaiba Corp. in general, then why her out of the ten secretaries within that immense building. Was it possible that she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or did the killer plan on taking out all of the secretaries? As well, the question with her still was where she had been taken from.  

Biting the corner of his lip Yami grunted. So far they had very little on this case, and they were heavily restricted on time. They had two weeks before the case would be handed over to Kent and his team - the very idea made his blood boil. Grunting again, he closed his eyes. They now needed to find proof of the threats to Kaiba Corp. and they needed to speak to Ivan as soon as possible, today preferably.  

But at the moment what was concerning him was Salatis. Working as the left hand man would mean that they would have to ask him questions, or at least confront him. Right now, he did not know if he could handle that meeting. Heaving a heavy sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to suppress the on coming headache that he felt welling in his temple.  

“Headache?” asked Elijah, breaking the silence between them. Glancing up, Yami nodded. “Do you want some Advil or something?”  

“Please,” he murmured eagerly. With a smile, Elijah reached into his trousers, retrieved the container, and tossed the bottle over to his friend. Catching it, Yami removed the two golden pills that he needed, before throwing it back in Elijah's direction. Shoving the bottle back in his pocket, Elijah glanced back up at his friend, gagging when Yami swallowed the pills without any water.  

“Damn, I hate it when you do that,” he shuddered. “For the sake of my lunch, please, don't do that again.”  

Yami chuckled and leaned back in his seat, re-closing his eyes, “I'll try Elijah, only for you,” he teased.  

“Thanks a bunch.”  

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“The last person Rosa was seen with was Salatis Hanata,” expounded Gabe as he sat comfortably on the table, file in hand and legs dangling over the edge. “She and Salatis have been going out to dinner a lot lately to talk about `business'. Her husband was becoming a little suspicious.”

Biting the corner of his lip, Yami tapped his foot on the floor. “We need to bring both Salatis and Ivan into custody. Let's try and get as much information out of them as possible.” Receiving nods of agreement he continued on. “What do we know from the evidence at the mansion last night?”  

Taita shrugged, “From the scene at the Kaiba mansion we recovered a sample of someone's blood, blood that did not belong to Azucena.”  

“As well,” added Jason, placing a group of photos on the table for all to see. “We pulled some unknown finger prints from Azucena's body, the furniture at the house, and from the wire that bound their wrists.”  

Grunting, Yami reached forwards and lifting one of the pictures he examined it closely, “Did you pull any prints from her locket?”  

Taita shook his head in bewilderment, “We never touched it.”  

“Check it over along with anything else she had on her. Get a warrant for Rosa and Azucena's desks; gather the finger print file from the corporation main frame. If you find any that do not match the employees, copy them, and run them through the system. As well, go through both of their computers, search for threats from either Zamora Corp. or from and individual person.  

“Azucena and Rosa were both brilliant women, they would have saved those files for future cases. Lastly, take all of their file documents and have those in forensics look through them to find all the information you can about the Regenerist product, and the full details behind it,” Yami expounded. “Gabe, would you like to come with me to get out next two interrogation victims?” 

Smiling, Gabe rose to his feet, retrieving his jacket from where he had hastily thrown it on a chair. “Well why not. It's more entertaining than gathering evidence. Interrogations are always fun too,” the group chuckled at that before gathering their things and vacating the room, each going their separate ways.  

A/N: Sorry for the long wait for this chappie, but like I said, I have to type it out, fix it, and add things. Hope that you liked this chappie, R and R please ^_^