The printer is already screaming at you, it's only the third day at work. You hesitantly press a button, maybe this one would make it print the document? Wrong! It beeps sharply, humming to life. Error message appearing on the screen.

You step back, no one can catch you at the crime scene. Yes... If you can't fix it, then run away! You spin on your heel trying to break for it, unfortunately colliding into something hard.

"Ah-" Kira catches your arm, silent and observant. Not moving more than necessary. Shit, he looks important! You pull away, waving your hands in panicked gesture. "I'm so sorry!"

Kira watches, precise, still. Your hands falter in midair, now very self-conscious his gaze stuck on her hand. The faint smear of ink on her thumb, the small birthmark she always forgets is there. Goodness, was something wrong with them?