To Chase a Criminal

By E.M. Megs

Part 1: Professionalism

I need a secretary; he reminded himself when the annoyance at these women who were practically throwing themselves at his feet just to know him began to seep in. Yes he was the CEO of one of the biggest Medical companies in the world and a bachelor but that did not give them an excuse to throw propriety out the window. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he waved the one he was currently looking at away. If it weren't for the sake of Tamaki's health, he would just make his second-in-command take on all the duties of his secretary as well. However, the man couldn't handle that at the moment with his mother being sick and his wife pregnant.

Tachibana allowed the next person in and he nearly sighed in relief when he realized that it was a male who looked rather determined. He sat up a bit more and raised an eyebrow at him. "Well?" he asked impatiently, "What's your name? Why do you want to work for me?"

He jumped a little, startled, and stuck out his hand as he introduced himself. "Hiro Fusao, Ohtori-san." Kyoya nodded his head and shook his hand across the desk, immediately detecting the ill-fitting suit and how it seemed to dwarf the small man as well as the shape and size of his hands. He stepped back a bit and sat in the chair across from the Ohtori without being prompted. "Frankly, I need the money. My father's ill and the medical bills don't pay themselves. It also seems to be a good starting point for life-long career."

"You wish to be a businessman, Fusao-san?" Kyoya questioned lightly, ignoring the niggling feeling in the back of his head that he was being lied to.

"Possibly. I'm in law school at the moment."

Yet another lie. He again, ignored it. If this man - woman - had the audacity to lie to him with close to no detection other than the fact that she was tugging on her shirt cuffs, he might just want to hire her… But not as a man. "No, no. Start over. And tell the truth this time."

"Ohtori-san?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not fooled by the disguise, Fusao-san, nor the lies. You are 100 percent female. Though I'm impressed by your audacity, I like to get to know my real employees, not what they try to appear to be."

"H-How did you know?"

"Your posture suggests female. As does the way you walk with your toes hitting the ground first and remaining slightly raised - suggesting that you're used to wearing heels. Your hands are soft, which could be the result of excellent care but they're also tiny for a man, with small knuckles and slim fingers, more commonly found on a woman. Your height is 3 inches below that of the average of a male, centered more around the average height of a female. Your face holds distinct feminine features that no amount of makeup can cover up or fake. Although your apparent lacking in the chest area suggests you may be male, this evidence along with the fact that your hips stand out much more than a man's would - being wider and more defined - this leads me to conclude that you are in fact female." He raised a single eyebrow as she let out a breath of amazement. "I can also tell that your father is not ill due to the fact that there are no bags under your eyes from lack of sleep due to worrying and your hands are not dry or raw from increased washing, as I'm sure you would be doing if you were worried about him or visiting the hospital frequently. You may or may not have gone to law school but are not there presently."

She shook her head in amazement and fessed up to lying. "Okay, okay. You caught me. My name is Haruhi Fusao, but I really do want to start a career in business. And I have quite an extensive knowledge of law that could prove useful to you as your secretary." He nodded. He had a team of lawyers that he had hand-picked for their ability to look the other way on occasion and simultaneously keep the authorities off his trail. She would not need to know any of the workings of his other business, however, so it was perfectly fine if she thought her abilities in law were useful.

"Why lie about your gender?"

"I heard that you were getting sick of females coming in and throwing themselves at you. Decided to give you something different to judge." Kyoya leaned forward, interested. She was considerate then. Yes, an excellent trait for an oblivious secretary to have. He held out a hand for her resume and she handed it to him wordlessly, biting her lip nervously. He leaned back and skimmed through it, noting that she'd previously worked for a local law firm and had assisted in managing a small business. He glanced up at her over his glasses as she looked around the room with curiosity, then at his phone screen, typing her name quickly with one hand into a text to Tamaki and a simple request to check into her.

The reply came two minutes later while he was still reading through her papers.

She's good. Worked for a law firm and a small business in Tokyo. Owns a small apartment in the same complex as her father. Went to Tokyo University for her law degree. No signs of Haninozuka or police ties, though I'd check with Fuyumi to ensure that she isn't government.

Thank you, Tamaki, he sent back before locking his phone up again and sitting up in his chair.

"Tachibana?" he called, watching the door crack open a bit in response. "Dismiss the others. I've found my new secretary." Haruhi grinned and stood quickly. "You'll start tomorrow morning," he told her, "10 o'clock sharp. I do not tolerate tardiness Miss Fusao."

"Yessir," she said quickly, bowing low in respect and smiling widely at him again. Kyoya nodded his head in response and showed her to the door. Once gone, he strode back to his desk silently and picked his phone up off his desk, dialing a number known only to select few.

"Fuyumi? Yes, yes, good to hear from you too. However, I need to have a chat with your husband, if possible. I have inquiries about my new secretary…"

~o~

When she appeared to work the next day, he watched her path to his office carefully on the surveillance system, looking for anything suspicious. Fuyumi and his brother-in-law had stated that there wasn't anything suspicious about her record, government or otherwise.

He didn't quite believe it.

He didn't want to find out that she was snooping in things that she shouldn't be. She was secretary purely for KOMSS. Normally he wouldn't hire anyone that he doubted the loyalty of, but it would be made clear to her that any attempt to step outside her boundaries would result in immediate dismissal.

He turned off the screen in front of him as she stepped into his office, bowing in respect once. "Good morning, Ohtori-sama," she stated quietly with a smile.

He let a small smirk settle on his face as he nodded at her in greeting. "And you too, Fusao-san." He motioned to the chair across from him and watched her sit with observant eyes. He handed her a couple of manila folders full of paperwork. "The first is your contract. I expect you to read it thoroughly and sign it. Speak to me directly about any misgivings or inconsistencies that you encounter. The second is my daily schedule for the next two months which I will also give you an electronic copy of. I expect you to keep track of what meetings I have when and who with and remind me at least an hour beforehand. The third is a list of expected pick-ups and drop-offs of shipments throughout the world. I'll expect you to call and make sure that each one is being made at the appropriate time throughout the week. Is that clear?"

She nodded, looking a bit bewildered at the stack that he had given her. He stood and strode leisurely to his office door, waiting for her to stumble after him. He showed her to her desk, directly outside his soundproof office doors. It was the only desk within 30 feet of Kyoya's office on that floor. Upon it sat a computer screen, a phone, a small filing system, and other various office supplies. Against the walls behind it were three five-foot filing cabinets, each with labels clearly printed on them.

"This is your working quarters, anything you might need should be here, if not, inform me and I'll set about getting it immediately. There should be a laptop in the middle right drawer that wirelessly connects to your computer screen for better multitasking. A cell phone is in the top right. Both are synced with my schedule and my office computer." He pulled open the top drawer as he spoke, picking up the phone effortlessly and handing it to her, contacts open. "You'll see any professional contacts that you might need here. My cell and home phone as well as email are listed. Various translators and business partners and clients are also there, should you need to contact them. I ask that in my absence, you contact Tamaki Suoh, as he is my second-in-command and will be able to answer to any problems or questions that you might have.

"If Tamaki is unreachable, as it happens occasionally, his wife Lucienne should be able to track him down for you. If both of them are unreachable, then please call my brother, Akito, or sister, Fuyumi. In a medical emergency, Akito should be contacted immediately. He's my doctor-on-call. Do you have any questions?" She stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment and he started to reconsider hiring her. "I will give you a written copy of all these instructions for your sake," he finally sighed. She nodded, smiling keenly. He turned and began to reenter his office but stopped and turned back questioningly. "I forgot to ask. How many languages do you speak?"

"Four," she replied quickly, "Japanese, English, French and Chinese."

"Good. In the case that one of your contacts does not speak any of the four, then there are translators programmed into your phone whom you can forward the call to. They can take care of it. You should be primarily dealing with Europe, China, Japan, and North America though, so those four should suffice."

She nodded mutely again. He graced her with a small smile and ducked back into his office with one last instruction, "You may take breaks as you need as long as you get your work for the day done. There's a kitchen and lounge through the door across from you."

~o~

Haruhi stared at the closed door for a moment then pulled the cellphone that had been vibrating nearly nonstop since her boss had begun instructing her. A variety of text messages lay in wait for her.

Haruhi! You should figure out the sync password for us! We might be able to hack into his system that way! - KH

Send a copy of the shipments too! We might be able to pull something from them. - HH

Tamaki Suoh and Lucienne Achille are on our list! - KH

And Akito Ohtori is on the list of potential employees! - HH

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. Practically balancing two jobs at the same time had not been what she was picturing 3 years ago when she had joined Interpol. She sent back a single message to both of her associates that said, Yes, yes, okay, fine.

She'd been in a partial daze when she'd gotten this assignment, not having expected to be put undercover. Although, she guessed that it might have been because she had been the one to put in the effort to gather information on Ohtori in the first place. Though she had been disappointed to find that there was not yet enough to prosecute.

He was a crime boss. A criminal mastermind who covered his tracks far too well for the local police to even catch a sniff of him. Thought to be leading one of the biggest organized crime conglomerates in all of Japan - possibly even all of Asia.

And he was her new boss for all appearance purposes. He couldn't be trusted. And she was sure that he didn't trust her in the slightest, despite the careful planning that her team had gone through to ensure that her Interpol status would slip past his notice. She suspected that he had government contacts of some kind that allowed him to remain below the radar. It was Haruhi's job to discover those contacts and gather enough evidence against him to allow for prosecution.

It was a big project. One that would probably take months - maybe even years.

But Haruhi was determined to finish it.

She sighed and buckled down for at least a few months hard work. Her eyes skimmed the contract in her hands, noting the stipulations and requirements of her employment. She'd be given a monthly salary of 513,120 yen at a rate of 2,138 yen per hour – an extremely generous offer considering that most made less than 1,000 yen an hour. She was allowed 6 weeks paid vacation a year, to be worked out with Kyoya at least two weeks ahead of time. She had full health benefits. In all, it seemed like a very generous job offer.

Then again, he was a wealthy crime boss.

She went to fill in all her details and sign when she found that they had already been filled out for her to her exact residence and emergency contacts. She almost started in surprise at that, but then narrowed her eyes. Of course he would have researched every little detail about her prior to giving her the contract. She narrowed her eyes, making sure everything was correct before signing - making sure that her brain converted her last name from her real one to her alias. She checked the clock then Kyoya's schedule. It was almost 11 and he had a noon appointment. She sighed and picked herself up from her seat, gathering her signed contract in hand and strode to the office door.

She stopped, not completely sure whether to knock or go in unannounced. Finally she steeled her nerves and raised a hand, knocking three times. She heard him call for her admittance and opened the door. He looked up at her from his computer screen and spoke in a low voice into his phone before looking at her expectantly. "Yes, Fusao-san?"

"I finished looking over my contract and I'd like to remind you that you have an appointment at noon with your brother at the Lotus Hotel."

"Ah yes. I thought there was something I was forgetting. Thank you, Fusao-san." He reached across the desk and took the papers that she held out to him, placing them in an empty spot on his desk. He said something in rapid German into the phone still in his hand that she didn't catch nor understood. His attention was placed back on her a minute later. "Will you check on the shipment of emergency medical supplies to Berlin for me? It seems that Vanden-san does not trust my judgment." She nodded. "You should be able to call the Japanese shipping office downstairs and ask them to track down the ship for you."

"Yes, Ohtori-sama." She tugged her new phone out of her pocket and looked up the number in her contacts, all while under her boss's observant gaze.

"KOMS Shipping office," a voice answered promptly after the second ring.

"Ah," she said nervously, "Ohtori-sama asked me to check up on the shipment of emergency medical supplies to Berlin. Track down the location of the shipment, please."

"One moment, Fusao-san." Haruhi started at the use of her name, then rolled her eyes inwardly. And of course all the important departments of the building would be given the name of the CEO's new secretary. She waited, making brief eye contact with Kyoya as she chewed on her lower lip. "Fusao-san?"

"Yes?"

"I've determined that the ship was just off the coast of Senegal about an hour ago and should be arriving at Hamburg, Germany in roughly 8 hours."

"Thank you very much," Haruhi said cheerily, hanging up. "It should be arriving in about 8 hours, Ohtori-sama. It's currently just off the coast of Senegal."

"Thank you, Fusao-san," he said quickly before relaying what she assumed was that very information back into his phone in German. He continued his conversation for a moment or two, then hung up. Kyoya picked up the contract that she had handed him only minutes before. "Everything is to your standards and all your information is correct?"

"Yes, Ohtori-sama," she said brightly, giving him a small smile.

"Good. If you have any questions at any time don't hesitate to-"

"KYOOOOOYAAAAAAA!" Haruhi jumped as the loud voice rang into Kyoya's office. The man himself just rolled his eyes and sighed, putting two fingers to his temple and rubbing gently. A blonde man ran in in a blur not moments after the exclamation, jumping with energetic excitement. "Mon ami! Mon ami! Great news! Lucienne tracked down that certain bothersome person!"

To her surprise, a smirk came to her employer's mouth at this news. "That is good news, Tamaki. Now settle down or you'll frighten off my lovely new secretary."

The blonde froze, his head turning toward her slowly, brilliant blue eyes locking onto her chocolate brown ones. He studied her for a moment then broke out in a grin, holding his hand out for a shake. "You must be Haruhi! Kyoya told me he was hiring you to be his secretary. I'm Tamaki Suoh, his best friend and business associate."

"N-Nice to meet you," she stuttered, taking his hand and pumping it twice. To her surprise he pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips to the back of her hand. Unwittingly, she felt her face heat up.

"Tamaki," Kyoya barked, "Enough with your ridiculous flirting."

The blonde looked like something between horrified and flustered. "I'm not flirting! Why would you think that? Lucienne would kill me!"

"I think you're so used to babbling like an idiot that you don't even realize when you're doing it anymore," Kyoya deadpanned, looking amused despite his irritation. Haruhi looked between them, not exactly sure what she should be feeling or doing. Tamaki looked struck by Kyoya's statement and sat heavily in a chair, mumbling to himself.

"Err… Ohtori-sama? Should I get you anything?"

Kyoya rubbed his temples lightly and turned his gaze from the blonde to his secretary. "Coffee please, Fusao-san. Black for me, two sugars for Tamaki. And call my brother and inform him that I may be late for our lunch, will you?"

"Of course," she muttered, casting an unsure glance at the blonde who was now staring at her with eyes that seemed to be haunted.

Kyoya turned back to his associate as she strode to the door, just barely catching the beginnings of their conversation, "You're so formal, Kyoya."

"Well, she is my secretary and I am her employer."

"But you're not nearly as formal with me."

"Tamaki, you're my business part-" his voice faded as she shut the door behind her, going to the kitchen. She started the coffee for her boss then pulled her cellphone from her pocket. She flipped through her contacts until she came upon his brother, Yuiichi's number. Her finger pressed send absentmindedly while she hummed to herself, waiting for the espresso machine to finish its work.

"Moshi, moshi, Yuiichi Ohtori speaking."

"Hello," she muttered, not exactly sure about this entire secretary thing. "This is your brother's secretary calling to inform you that Kyoya-sama might be late to your lunch meeting due to the unannounced arrival of Tamaki Suoh."

She heard him chuckle. "Alright. Thank you. What's your name again?"

"Haruhi Fusao."

"Thank you, Fusao-san."

"No problem, Ohtori-san."

She sighed as she slipped her work phone back into her pocket, switching it with her personal one. Hikaru and Kaoru had not sent her anything else, nor had her father texted to check up on her, surprisingly. She tapped her pointer finger on the top of her phone for a moment then unlocked it, sending a quick text to the twins.

Email me everything you have on Tamaki Suoh, Lucienne Achille, and Yuiichi Ohtori as soon as you can. -HF

The answer came as she poured the two freshly made cups of coffee. One word.

Done.

She smiled a bit and, coffee and sugar in hand, made her way back to the office, entering without knocking this time. "I'm not sure exactly how much sugar, two sugars is for Suoh-sama, so I brought the whole bowl," she said by way of explanation before pausing and staring at them. Her boss looked mildly irritated in a position with the blonde that made it look like he'd been cornered into his chair. She cleared her throat a bit, attempting to cover up how flustered she was. Kyoya rolled his eyes and Tamaki pulled back, bounding over and taking the coffee and sugar from her graciously.

"Thank you, Haruhi." She scowled at his friendly use of her first name. "And there is no need to be so formal. You may call me Tamaki."

She fought the urge to break out in a biting comeback and instead muttered, "If you wish, Tamaki-sama."

To her surprise and general misfortune, he frowned and shook his head. "No… Not even sama… Just Tamaki." She studied his features for a moment with narrowed eyes. Blonde hair, blue eyes, actually quite handsome.

And definitely not fully Japanese.

"Ah. I get it. You're so annoying because you're foreign and don't understand."

He blanched, shrinking in the closest chair and sobbing to himself. Kyoya snorted from his seat, looking mildly amused now as she handed him his coffee. "Thank you, Fusao-san. No matter what idiotic things that moron says, he holds some truth in carrying on to foreign habits. If you're comfortable with it, you may call me Kyoya. Many of my other employees do anyway."

She started in surprise, not having expected him to be swayed so easily. She glanced at the moping blonde with some kind of reserved wonder filling her brain. What could he possibly have said to change Kyoya Ohtori's mind? She didn't even take into account the position she'd found them in with Tamaki's form bending over Kyoya's bored expression with determination. "Okay… Kyoya-sama." He nodded in respect of her choice of honorific. "You… May call me Haruhi if you want."

He, again, nodded with a smirk on his lips as he sipped his coffee. "You may go on your lunch break now, Haruhi-san. Tamaki and I have things to discuss before I need to go to lunch with Yuiichi-niisan."

She nodded, scuttling toward the door.

She caught no snatches of conversation as she left this time.

~o~

She was beginning to get used to her daily duties as the Ohtori's secretary as well as Tamaki's antics - he came by almost every day completely unannounced and irritated Kyoya to the point that he had to threaten to throw him out of the building permanently - after a week on the job. However, nothing could have prepared her for her next surprise.

She was reading through her email on her personal phone, which consisted of the files of Tamaki, his wife, and Kyoya's eldest brother when a young boy - couldn't have been much older than 16 or so - walked up to her and smiled politely. Following him was a taller, older man, whom she assumed to be his body guard.

There was something odd about the way that the blonde boy smiled; something almost menacing. She locked her phone slowly and sat up a bit. "Kyoya-sama is in a meeting currently," she stated, although he technically wasn't - it was merely Tamaki again.

"You must be Haru-chan. I heard tons about you," the boy said with a glint in his eye. Haruhi stared at him with mixed apprehension. There was something not right here. And who the hell had told him he could call her 'Haru-chan'? "Takashi and I are going to go in and see Kyo-chan. And you aren't going to stop us. The secretaries never do."

She blanched as he began to walk toward her boss's doors and stood hurriedly, striding to block the doors. The blonde gave her a menacing glare. "Let me at least introduce you," she said weakly, sweat dripping down the side of her face in her anxiety. She knocked three times and opened the door. Kyoya looked at her in irritation, obviously having stopped mid-sentence. "Kyoya-sama, there are-"

She was pushed aside gently by the taller gentleman that had accompanied the boy. A flash of rage registered in Kyoya's eyes as he gazed at the blonde and stood quickly. "Haninozuka," he growled, "You're not supposed to come here. This is my area and you know it."

"You blocked my cake shipments, what else was I supposed to do?" the boy replied sweetly, with an underlying deadly tone. Tamaki stared at the two of them, eyes darting between his best friend and apparent business rival.

"Err… I'm just going to-" Haruhi muttered, beginning to back out.

"How rude of me, I didn't introduce myself," the blonde said, turning to her with a bright grin. He bowed and murmured, "Mitsukuni Haninozuka. But you may call me Hunny." He then gestured to his companion, "Takashi Morinozuka, better known as Mori. I'd love it if you stayed for a chat with us."

"Hunny," Kyoya growled warningly. "She's not a part of this."

"But she's your secretary. Surely she must know somet-"

"She has work to do," the Ohtori cut off sharply, eyes narrowing at the Haninozuka behind his glasses.

"Good. Then you can lift the blockade on my cake shipments and I'll be on my merry way, leaving you all to get back to work."

Haruhi listened intently, storing the names of these two who were apparently rivals of some kind with the Ohtori mastermind. Kyoya gritted his teeth and nodded, looking as though it killed him to do that small gesture. "Fine," he snapped, "Fine. You really should be waning off them. Having that kind of addiction is never good for business."

Hunny laughed. "Didn't think you would care. My business doing badly means good things for you. Besides, you needn't worry about me. Takashi looks after things quite well."

"As I've heard," Kyoya commented drily. "Get out of my office, Haninozuka. Your cakes will be delivered within the hour. Threaten my secretary or come in my building uninvited again and I'll have security take care of you." She heard the very obvious threat in her boss's voice. And malice was so prominent that she wondered what the teenager could have done in the past to trigger Kyoya's wrath.

"Thank you, Kyo-chan," he said, his smile brightening immediately. He turned to her and Tamaki and added, "Nice to see you again, Tama-chan. And good to meet you, Haru-chan." He nodded his head once and retreated.

Once the door had closed, Kyoya sank back into his seat with a growl. "Tamaki," he stated.

"Got it," the blonde murmured, concentrating on his phone screen.

"Dare I even ask?" Haruhi muttered to herself.

"That was Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Haruhi-san. My business rival."

"He ships in the medical department too?" she asked.

Kyoya pondered the best way to answer that for a moment then shook his head slowly. "No… He deals in international real estate but recently has been pressing into my family's area of expertise by buying prime land for medical facilities. I believe he does so just to get on my nerves and to say that he has a rival." She stored that helpful information in her brain to bring up later with the twins. He looked up at her from his computer screen. "I should have told you about them sooner. However, I didn't think they'd have the gall to enter my office building unannounced. I apologize if they threatened or made you feel uncomfortable. Should you see them again, warn me first, then security."

She nodded, surprised first by his open explanation and secondly by his apology on their behalves. Then a thought struck. "Wait… He runs a multi-million dollar corporation? Isn't he like… 16?"

Kyoya chuckled and Tamaki broke out in laughter, the first sound that he had made since the Haninozuka had entered the room. "No, Haruhi-san… He gets that a lot, but no. He's 30."

She stared at him, not quite believing him. "You're kidding."

"No. He's older than all three of us. And possibly one of the most dangerous men you'll ever meet."

"Dangerous how?"

"You don't want to know, Haruhi," Tamaki stated gravely. Kyoya nodded his head in agreement and glanced at his watch.

"I'll be taking my lunch now. Tamaki shall accompany me. Look after things, will you, Haruhi-san?"

She nodded and watched the man stand and pull on his suit jacket, which had been previously draped over the back of his chair. He strode from the room briskly with Tamaki behind her. He waited at the door until she had left then turned and locked it with a key from his pocket. She stared between him and the newly locked door a single thought flitting through her mind.

What is he hiding?

~o~

She was completely used to answering phone calls, making them, and cancelling/creating appointments for Kyoya on his behalf by the middle of her third week. She had not had any contact with Hikaru and Kaoru since her request for Tamaki, Lucienne, and Akito's files. No particularly huge red flags had come up anywhere. She worked tirelessly, almost forgetting at times that she was supposed to be obtaining information on Kyoya instead of working for him.

The Ohtori ran a surprisingly tight ship. If she hadn't known better, she would have assumed that he was just like any other businessman. Nothing he did ever seemed suspicious to anyone but her. There were small things that she noticed Tamaki doing, but she chocked that up her his regular personality that Kyoya had stopped trying to control.

After bringing up a problem with the syncing of her computer with her boss's, she was able to obtain the sync password, which she passed on to the twins discreetly. She knew that if they found anything noteworthy then they would tell her.

On her fourth week at KOMSS as Kyoya Ohtori's secretary, she still had no contact from Interpol. But she was not worried. When Tamaki ran in looking flustered and worried, she didn't even blink as he rushed past her desk and through the door into Kyoya's office, leaving the door cracked open.

"Kyoya!" the blonde was yelling breathlessly. "Lucienne-! Baby-! My wife-!"

"Calm down, Tamaki," Kyoya soothed carefully, glancing out the door to his secretary and giving her a careful nod. Akito? He mouthed to her. She nodded quickly once and went about finding her cellphone to contact the older Ohtori. "Tell me what happened."

"I got a call only minutes ago saying that she was in the hospital." The Ohtori hissed under his breath at the mention of a hospital.

"And what did they say was wrong?"

"I don't know… She was injured in some kind of accident. Something possibly wrong with the baby."

"Akito Ohtori speaking," the voice on the other end of the phone she was holding while intently listening to Kyoya and Tamaki's conversation said.

"Yes, this is Haruhi Fusao, your brother's secretary. You're apparently needed to treat Lucienne Suoh. Who has some sort of injury."

"Anything wrong with the pregnancy?"

"Possibly."

"Kyoya!" Tamaki wailed from the office, "My wife might be dying!"

"Haruhi-san's calling Akito as we speak. Which hospital was she taken to?"

"Where is Lucienne-san?"

"Reginald General, I think," Tamaki's distressed voice chimed. Kyoya swore under his breath again, to which Tamaki defended himself with, "It was the closest one!"

"Go to her. I'll follow shortly with Akito," Kyoya instructed calmly, pushing the blonde out the door.

"Haruhi-san?"

"Reginald General Hospital," she told him shortly, "I believe Kyoya-sama is coming to pick you up and Tamaki-sama is heading that way as well."

"Tell him 5 minutes," Kyoya muttered to her distractedly. He frowned as he searched his pockets in an attempt to find his keys. She scooped his extra set of car keys out of her desk and placed them in his hand effortlessly. He stared at them a moment then nodded his head at her in thanks.

"5 minutes, Akito-san."

"Thank you, Haruhi-san." The line went dead and she lowered her phone from her ear.

"Good luck, Kyoya-sama," she said quietly as he started away from her. "I hope Lucienne-san is okay."

"For Tamaki's sake, so do I," he mumbled back to her as he strode away, straight into the elevator where Tamaki was bouncing with worry and apprehension. The doors slid shut and suddenly, she was alone.

Alone with the open door of Kyoya's office staring at her.

She took a glance around as if to insure that no one was watching her then slipped into the office. As normal, his desk was impeccably organized with all files sorted into different piles both ready to be looked at and ready to be filed away. She thumbed through the folder tabs, looking for something she might be able to use. She came up with a folder labeled: Haruhi Fusao and looked on curiously. He had a whole file on her? It didn't look that big but she pulled it out anyway and scanned through it, curiosity getting the better of her.

Her picture accompanied her basic information (none of which was her real information but her cover story, thankfully). Underneath that initial basics page was more detailed information including a list of her favorite things. Habits. Tendencies. Least favorite things. Personality traits. His own handwritten notes were included which she read through quickly.

Does not exhibit particularly suspicious behavior but is still odd in her own way.

Is not deterred in the slightest by Tamaki or other interruptions.

Checked out with Fuyumi that she is not government-affiliated. Nor is she locally affiliated.

Handled Haninozuka fairly well despite obvious intimidation.

Extremely competent in her work.

Other positive comments were scattered throughout the document. Nothing that said that she had given herself away however, so she set it aside. Two other folders in the same stack were labeled Interpol and Tokyo PD. Scowling; she picked them up and gave them a quick leaf-through. To her surprise she found several sheets of paper in the Interpol folder that recorded every instance of his or Tamaki's name in their files. She found one sheet that had short bits on Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin - both of which were part of her team. She found herself scowling slightly. Where had he found information on the twins?

The police folder contained similar things to the Interpol one. Different officer's profiles - could these possibly be cops working on the Ohtori's bankroll? She took note of their names for the twins to look up. She was about to move into the folder labeled Statements when a voice surprised her.

"What do you think you're doing?" Haruhi whirled around to find herself face-to-face with a woman. She had long brown hair, stunning brown eyes, and appeared to be only a few inches taller than her. "Well? What are you doing in here?"

She bowed quickly, not sure who this person was but if she appeared in Kyoya's office unannounced then she must be important. "I'm merely checking on things for Kyoya-sama."

"Is that so?" The woman appeared skeptical. "Who are you to check on things for Kyoya and where is he?"

"I'm his secretary, Haruhi Fusao. Kyoya-sama was called away by Tamaki on emergency regarding Lucienne Suoh." The woman raised an eyebrow. "May I enquire as to who you are?"

"Fuyumi Shido," she answered promptly, standing a little straighter. "Kyoya is my little brother. However, if he's away at the moment then when he returns I would ask that you tell him I stopped by and request that he contact me as soon as possible."

"Of course, Shido-san."

"Thank you, Haruhi-chan." And with a smile, Fuyumi turned and walked back the way she had come, leaving Haruhi alone in the office once more. The brunette drew in a shuddering breath. That had been close. And there were still no guarantees that Kyoya would not hear of this. She took a moment to breathe and continued looking through the files on her boss' desk.

Halfway through an uninteresting, apparently irrelevant document in the Statements folder, her cell phone going off startled her. Normally, she would have put it on silent before entering the KOMSS office building, but even her memory slipped occasionally. She fumbled to pull the thing out of her pocket and look at the caller ID.

She sucked in a breath and answered it quickly. "Yes?"

"Haruhi? Command wants to talk to you," Kaoru's voice chimed distractedly. She could hear the clicking of a keyboard's keys and figured that he was researching something or another on his computer while talking to her. "But first, I have some things to share with you. Are you alone?"

"Would I have answered if I wasn't?"

"Right," the younger Hitachiin sighed. "First of all, Lucienne Achille has been admitted to Reginald General Hospital with a sprained right ankle and a false alarm of early labor. This is the first time since 1998 that she's been seen by any kind of doctor on record, which is strange considering that she's currently 7 months pregnant. Also, Kyoya Ohtori and Tamaki Suoh are with her - the first time they've been seen in a non-Ohtori hospital since the birth of Mai Ohtori - Yuiichi Ohtori's daughter. This tells us that there is likely a doctor or two working either entirely or partially on the Ohtori's payroll." She found it unsurprising that Tamaki had been freaking out over a sprained ankle and false early labor. He did seem to exaggerate things quite a bit. However, this also meant that Kyoya would probably be back soon.

"Akito," Haruhi muttered. "It's Akito Ohtori."

"You're sure?"

"He's always called in for medical emergencies. When Tamaki-san came in freaking out about his wife, the first thing Kyoya-sama did was tell me to call Akito-san."

"Alright."

"What else?"

"The sync came up with minimal information; I'll email what we found anyway. Anything else you've found to look up would be helpful. We're getting a little low on research topics."

Haruhi nodded her head like he could see her and murmured a couple names, "Hyuu Hama, Kaede Harahachi, Hajime Fumihiro and Kira Yoshiaki are all police officers with Tokyo PD that Kyoya-sama has on file for some reason. He has a small bit on the two of you as well."

"What?" Hikaru's voice this time answered sharply. "Why us?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. My guess is that he's attempting to track people who are trying to track him, which put the two of you on his radar. Watch it. He keeps a meticulous record of all the times that his or Tamaki's name is so much as mentioned in Interpol and Tokyo PD files. I'd love to know how he gets ahold of them."

"Probably some special contact," Kaoru commented offhand. His fingers sounded like they had taken on a mind of their own with the speed of the tapping she was hearing. Probably both of them were looking up profiles as furiously as they could to look for some connection between them and the Ohtori mastermind. "Anything else before we hand you over to Command?"

"Fuyumi Shido. Maiden name is probably Ohtori as she is Kyoya-sama's older sister. Also Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka are possible rivals of his that we might be able to take down as well."

"Got it. We'll email you our findings," Kaoru said and Hikaru chimed in for the final goodbye before the line was transferred to Command's in France. The gruff voice of Savon Matisse answered the call and she drew a breath at talking to the intimidating senior officer.

"Fujioka," he said in French.

She answered back in the same language. "Matisse."

"Word has it you're working hard."

"I try, sir."

"And is anything coming from it?"

"Slowly. It's a slow process. I might be here for months or years, but I'm willing to do it."

"Good. I have some advice that will help you speed up your investigation, if you are up to it."

"Oh? What would that be, sir?"

"Get to know him personally. Do whatever you can to get close to him both professionally and personally. If you have to sleep with him to do that and are comfortable with it, then do it. Just find a way to get as close to him as you possibly can."

She frowned slightly. Perhaps sleeping with him would be going a bit far, though getting to know him on a personal level could have its benefits to the investigation as well. She nodded as she mulled it over in her head. "I'll try my best, sir."

"You do that, Fujioka." The line went dead and she breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Now all she had to think about was how she was going to get the youngest Ohtori to want to know her more personally. Because surely, he wouldn't do anything that he didn't want to do. And she kind of knew about his criminal activity, so what exactly did that say about him? She shook her head and decided to leave the office for later, seeing as Kyoya had just sent her a text saying to postpone his next appointment by an hour. She sighed under her breath. Being personal was supposedly easy. However, when dealing with a partially paranoid, closed-off, criminal mastermind, things would be a lot more difficult.

If only she knew.

~o~

A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot… Buuuuuut I got to this point and found that it was stretching past 7,000 words and 15 pages and decided to make it into two or three parts instead. Thus, you get this now and more later.

NOTE: I AM still working on LD. Just gotten stuck in a rut at the moment and needed to write this out properly. This is also unbeta'd so any mistakes should be chocked up to being my mistake. I tried to catch all of them though.

Also, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. Because OBVIOUSLY I am not Hatori Bisco.