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DI Black, DS Green, and DCI White are all my characters, and are based on a lot of BBC/ITV detective show cliches. Let me know if you catch them!

Detective Inspector George Black generally has fairly uneventful mornings. Unless he gets an emergency call, he wakes up at 7:30, kisses his wife goodbye and sends his children off to school with hugs and kisses (and maybe he's a little sentimental, but he's seen enough shit in his career not to give a damn about his 'manly pride' in favour of showing his family how much he cares). He drinks a cup of strong tea, puts on his coat, and drives to work.

By 8:00, his partner, Daniella Green, is at the station, and they go to the morning briefing together, eating the donuts that their rookie, Jimmy, is obligated to bring in.

At 8:30, it's time to get to work.

Today is only slightly different.

At 6:30, his mobile phone rings, with the standard beep beep beep that he set for the station phone, and he gets up.

"Go back to sleep, love," he tells his wife, and goes into the hall to hear about the scene that the uniforms had found five minutes ago, with all the unconscious Razors and the angry Italian and the murder and could he please come in as soon as possible?

So he stumbles into his suit in the dark, goes in to kiss his kids goodbye, and comes in, as soon as possible.

Daniella was waiting for him in the hall outside of interrogation room 1, with a very thin manila file.

"His name is Hayato Gokudera, age 21, Italian with dual citizenship to Japan. He attended an elite boarding school in Northern Italy, had a promising career as an avante garde pianist- apparently that's a thing- before moving to a tiny town in Japan just after he turned thirteen." Daniella summed up, as George flicked through the file. There was an I.D. photo from his passport, a high school transcript- with a lot of notes about problems with authority and constant absences, and a note of occupation.

"He works for V.G.I?" George asked mildly, and Daniella nodded.

"Assistant to the CEO, Mr. Sawada. He hasn't stopped complaining about how he's going to be late for work. It seems like a hot button issue for him."

"Usually personal assistants aren't so high up the ladder, but it looks like Mr. Go-Gok-"

"Gokudera. It's Japanese," Daniella said, taking the file back.

"I thought he was Italian?" George frowned, "Anyway, Mr. Gokudera has a company card, and is currently staying at the Savoy. In the Royal Suite."

Daniella whistled, "That's one rich P.A."

"He's staying with Mr. Sawada and his entourage, apparently." George said, scratching his chin.

"Mr. Sawada gave an interview a few months ago. He travels with his personal chef, a few bodyguards, his P.A., his personal trainer, his lawyer, his accountant, and occasionally, his wards," Daniella read off the page, "He has enough money that he doesn't have to skimp on staff. Anyway, Mr. Gokudera has been taken into custody due to his involvement with the Razor scuffle in Hornchurch, just off Appleton Way. Until the Razors come to, we don't know if they'll press charges, but the girls he saved-" she turned the page, "Allie, Fiona, and Grace, say that they don't think they would have been alive without his help. Apparently, the Razors had threatened to rape and kill them, although Fiona noted in her interview that she thought maybe the killing was just an empty threat, and they would have been let go, maybe just robbed afterwards."

"Brave girl," George noted, moving up to look through the two way glass, "it's hard to think past that sort of threat. Back to Mr. Goku-Gokuda-"

"Gokudera. It could have been an honest defender of the innocent sort of encounter, but we found a body a few streets over, in Leather Lane." Daniella showed him the photograph- a charred body, only just recognisable as human, "the labs are going over it, but right now, they think it was a grenade, possibly. There was damage to an Iceland nearby, it looks like explosives."

"And Mr.-"

"Gokudera."

"Yeah, has he said anything other than that he needs to get his boss some coffee?"

"Just that we can't keep him here, he knows his rights."

"Well, let's go talk to him about those rights. Send Jimmy down, I want a warrant to look for explosives residue on this bloke," George said. "If he's not a witness, he's a suspect."

Gokudera leaned back in his chair, glaring at the detectives. The older one, Black, was drinking something out of a mug, tea or coffee, while Green slowly paged through his scrubbed clean file.

It was a shame that they'd managed to pick him up under his real name, rather than one of his aliases, but the Vongola Cleaning Division did their job well, and the only links from Gokudera Hayato, highly paid assistant and head of accounting, to Gokudera 'Smoking Bomb' Hayato, guardian of the Vongola and explosives expert, were buried in small town Italy, in hard copy, where he'd first started his mafia career. Even those would soon disappear, as soon as they got someone into the department to clean it up- right now it wasn't a big enough concern to prioritise, and Vongola Cleaning was always busy trying to keep Hibari's name clean.

"Mr. Gokudera," Detective Green said, "we really don't want to keep you any longer than necessary, and if the scuffle with those thugs was really the only thing that happened this morning, we would release you as soon as possible."

"You make it sound like it isn't," Gokudera said, crossing his arms and glaring at the detectives, "What else happened?"

"You tell us," said Black, throwing a photo onto the table in front of him.

Ah shit. They'd already found Henry Slash. Gokudera didn't react outwardly other than a widening of his eyes.

"What-"

"This body was found, only a few streets away from your fight with the miscreants who were attacking Misses Fonda, Churcham, and Graves. Time of death has been estimated to about ten minutes prior. You can see from the photo that this damage was done with fire- can you tell us anything about it? Did you hear anything? See anything?"

"I'm not talking anymore until my lawyer gets here," he said, sitting back and pushing the photograph back over to the detectives.

Green and Black exchanged a look, and the older detective stood up, stretching a little.

"We'll leave you here to think about it, Mr. Gokudera," he said, trying not to stutter over the foreign name, and Gokudera scowled at him. "We'll let you know when your lawyer gets in contact with us."

Gokudera nodded, and Green pushed the photograph back over to his side of the table.

"Just in case you think of something," she said, offering him a slightly cruel smile, and Black held the door for her as they left him alone in the interview room.

Gokudera took a look at the photograph, of course. He didn't have the self-restraint not to.

Henry Slash was a bad, bad man, and he didn't regret his death. It had been necessary, and saving a couple of innocent girls was a choice he didn't have to struggle to make. A single bomb- a special, low smoke, low sound dynamite that Giannini had been struggling to develop- and Slash was off the streets for good. Maybe now, the Razors' leader would realise that horning in on Vongola territory was a very unhealthy thing to do.

One less problem for Juudaime.

He put the photograph down and took a deep breath, hunching down in his jacket- these places were always cold.

Sit tight, and wait for the lawyer. Hayato just hoped that Tsuna had remembered to eat breakfast before he started work today.

It's 7:45 when the lawyer for Hayato Gokudera turns up at the station. She's petite, with blue-black hair and an eyepatch, and wears an expensive looking skirt suit with a ruffled purple shirt. Her suitcase is huge, for such a small person, and she taps off a bluetooth headpiece as she enters the station, offering a serene smile to the receptionist.

Green and Black, who had been letting Gokudera stew, and talking about Black's youngest daughter's swim meet, and if Auntie Danni would be attending, were slightly taken aback. He'd only made the call fifteen minutes ago, after all, and even in police cases, lawyers were lawyers, and didn't rush anywhere.

"Dokuro Seisshinko," she said solemnly, offering Black an expensive looking matte black card. "I'm Mr. Gokudera's representative. Mr. Sawada wants this settled as quickly as possible, and is en route. In the meantime, what precisely is the problem?"

Dokuro spoke quickly and quietly enough that Green and Black had to lean in a little to hear her, and her single visible eye was sharp and strange, like she was seeing not only the detectives, but their thoughts as well.

"Or, ah, I'm sorry. Seisshinko Dokuro, here in the West, I suppose." she corrected herself. "I'd like to see my client now, please."

Black was old enough not to sigh, but Green looked irritated as they showed Ms. Dokuro to the interrogation room, where she offered them another pleasant smile, and shut the door in their face.

"Well, we've lost him," Black said, with a shake of his head, and Green turned the business card over, "look at her firm."

"Almeja, Susling and Kerang? Aren't they that international group?"

"Not just that, but they're a heavy hitting power in criminal law. Both prosecution and defence- do you remember the Carlotto case?" Black asked, as they watched the conversation through the mirror, unable to hear, but able to see Gokudera's look of chagrin as Ms. Dokuro spoke.

"The mob boss who got off last year?"

"Represented by Almeja, Susling and Kerang," Black said grimly. "They're the elite, the best of the best, and somehow, Mr. Sawada's personal assistant- a glorified secretary- has them on retainer."

"That's some benefits package," Green said, slipping the business card into her blazer pocket. "So what do we do now?"

"They have ten minutes, and then we go back in. Ms. Dokuro has the right to be present during our discussion. And we better hope that we get it wrapped up before a billionaire comes in and throws a temper tantrum because he didn't get his newspaper on time this morning."

"What will the DCI say about that?"

"Probably, give Mr. Sawada back his P.A. before he pulls V.G.I out of the area and it leads to an international business problem."

"Damn," Green said, shaking her head, "Money really does just solve some people's problems, doesn't it?"

"Fucking rich people," Black agreed, finishing his tea. "Okay, they're nearly done. Remember, we need Gok-Gokuda-"

"Gokudera."

"On his back foot. He looks like a punk, but there's something canny in his eyes. I wouldn't be surprised if this Mr. Sawada was being managed by his P.A. If he gets too comfortable, he won't give us anything."

Inside the room, there was a fairly different conversation going on the one that the detectives saw through the glass. Chrome had spun a quick illusion over the window, showing the same lawyer-client conversation they'd seen in years of investigation.

"Gokudera," she said, nodding to her fellow guardian, who nodded, still scowling. "What happened?"

"I took out Henry Slash, saved some girls' lives, and got arrested," he said, lifting up the photograph to show the aftermath of his fight with the gang leader.

"Hm." Chrome said, taking a seat. She was still fairly tired, and the heels of her lawyer persona were uncomfortable. "Well, Boss is on his way here with Lambo and Yamamoto, and Hana's on conference call with Reborn and I-" she gestured to her earpiece, and Gokudera nodded, looking ashamed, "so we'll get it sorted out soon. Standard procedure."

"Boss…" Gokudera repeated, going red, "I feel so ridiculous. I should be working, and I've caused this completely unnecessary-"

"Don't worry about it. You know it happens to all of us from time to time," Chrome said, waving a hand, and then smiled. "We can make it go away, and you can go back to quadruple checking Tsuna's food for poison."

"I don't-" Gokudera said hotly, and cut himself off. He did. He really did. "Well, it's just never happened to me."

"True. But it had to happen to someone, and Hibari-san already has far too many incidences in his record."

They paused to think about the leader of the Disciplinary Committee who was, no doubt, already arrested by the Colombian authorities. The police just seemed to happen to Hibari. Probably because when they asked if he had really killed the people he'd just killed, he actually said yes.

"When do you think we'll get out?" Gokudera asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Hopefully by midday." Chrome said, straightening her files. "We're using profile C for you today, okay?"

Gokudera nodded, "So I'm working at V.G.I?"

"As an assistant to Mr. Tsunayoshi Sawada, the CEO of the Vongola Conglomerate-" she looked up, as the door opened.

"Sorry to rush you," Green said, holding the door for her partner, who preceded her into the room to take a seat on the other side of the desk, "but we really want to get this sorted and either let you go-"

"Or charge you," Black finished smoothly. "Ms. Dokuro, I trust our conduct has fit your standards? It's not often we get a lawyer from Almeja in our little station."

"Perfectly," Chrome said softly, settling her files and smiling at the detectives. "Let's get started, shall we?"

A small spark of Mist hid her bluetooth turning back on, and Chrome faced the detectives not as herself, but as the combined cunning of Hana Kurokawa and Reborn- the head of the Vongola Law Department, and the number one advisor to the Decimo.

Gokudera almost felt sorry for them.

Almost.

Then he remembered that they were keeping him away from Juudaime, and decided that they deserved whatever they got.

"Ah, hello, Miss," said a soft, sweet voice from just in front of Alice Cheng's computer. She looked up, and saw the most pleasant looking man she'd ever seen in her life.

He wasn't especially handsome- he had rounded cheeks and large, doe like eyes, but he was too tall, too whipcord muscley, to be described as cute. Instead, Alice found herself drawn to the small, friendly smile on his face and the warm sparkle in his bright brown eyes, and felt herself flush.

He was the sort of man you could imagine diving into a river to save a drowning puppy- he just radiated goodness.

The people surrounding the man, however, seemed a little more dangerous. A mountain of a man in a dark suit, with an earpiece. A young Japanese man who offered her a disturbingly relaxed smile. Even the young teenager- he must have been eleven or twelve- had an air of delinquency to him, helped by his scruffy hair and lazily half closed eye.

"Yes, sir, how can I help you?" Alice asked, deciding to focus on the least intimidating of the group.

"My name is Tsunayoshi Sawada," he said, still smiling, "one of my employees was taken into custody about half an hour ago? I've come to pick him up."

Alice paled. This nice looking young man was the billionaire her boss had warned her about? He just looked so...sweet. Not like the owner of a multinational business conglomerate at all.

"If you'll just wait one moment, sir." Alice asked, frantically dialing the intercom to the DCI's office. DCI White would want to hear about this. He wanted to deal with it personally, he'd told her.

"Sure," Tsuna said, and the large man- clearly a bodyguard- went to get him a chair. "I've already had a few delays this morning," he added sweetly, "I can wait another few minutes."