Warning
Some detective stuff
An emergency

Miya seemed more than happy to be going to work with me, humming the whole elevator ride up.

I had asked Chuuya if I could keep her with me at work and he agreed, mentioning needing to go get some work done at headquarters.

He still came upstairs with us, carrying Miya as I held the pack-and-play. When we got to the office, there were a few people here; Jun'ichiro and Naomi, Kenji, Ranpo, and Atsushi.

"Hello!" I greeted them, bringing the pack-and-play around to my desk and setting it down beside it.

"Good morning, Dazai," Atsushi replied before looking at Chuuya and bowing slightly, "Good morning to you too, Chuuya."

"Hey, kid. You seem to be feeling better today." Chuuya set Miya's car seat on my desk, unhooking the little girl as I set up her play area.

"Yeah, my injuries weren't too bad but Doctor Yosano made completely sure I was alright." I could feel the nervousness and embarrassment from the statement, not even needing to look at him to know he was sweating.

"Your doctor seems to love her job." Chuuya pulled Miya out of her car seat, hugging her to his chest.

"I do indeed," Yosano agreed, entering the room. She walked over to Chuuya, looking at Miya with a smile. "Welcome back."

Miya hummed in respond, turning her head into the side of Chuuya's neck, making Yosano chuckle.

The doctor then turned to me. "Kunikida and the President had a meeting this morning but he asked me to inform you that more of the victims have been identified from the laboratory."

I nodded. "Thanks."

Chuuya bounced Miya, pressing a kiss to her head before turning towards me. "She needs a bottle made."

I smiled, leaning down and taking the one from her seat. "If you want, you can change her while I make it."

He nodded, turning and grabbing her diaper bag to collect what he needed before Yosano lead them to the infirmary.

I grabbed Miya's formula, heading for the kitchen to make a bottle for her. When I got back, Chuuya was sitting at my desk patting Miya on the back, humming quietly as she played with the collar of his shirt.

I stood next to the desk, offering the bottle to him which he took and set down before moving Miya so he could feed her.

"When do you need to leave?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the desk as he grabbed the bottle.

"Soon, I want to feed her first, if that's alright?"

I smiled, watching them. "That's fine, no rush, baby." I stood back up, turning until I was facing the desk.

I opened up the case file, looking through a few of the papers. The case had changed over the course of the two months, starting as a case of people coming back to life and turning into a murder case.

Usually, this would be more for the regular police and detectives to solve, but with ability users being involved, it's for the Armed Detective Agency to take care of.

"Since we've been back together, this seems to be the longest case you've had," Chuuya stated, looking at the file as I went through it.

"It was on hold for a little while after the resurrections had stopped for a short time but we opened it back up after they started up again."

"When did they start up again?"

I thought about it for a second, trying to remember around when it had happened. "Well, they stopped around the time we got Miya and then-"

I paused, calculating the time of events. "And they started back up again within the last week, when you came off of parental leave."

"Do you think that was part of Shizuko's planning or just coincidence?"

I hummed, "I wouldn't put it past him to plan it. With both of us mostly at home, he couldn't carry out much."

Chuuya frowned, obviously not happy about the idea that all of this had been so planned out, long before eleven months ago.

I didn't either but the best I could do was solve the case and put it to an end, hopefully with Shizuko somewhere he can't hurt my family.

I closed the file before turning to my boyfriend with a smile, kneeling down in front of him. "I love you, my chibi," I said. I looked down at Miya who was drinking from her bottle. "And I love you, my tiny chibi."

"Don't worry, Chuuya, I won't let anything happen that would tear us apart permanently." I looked back up at him. "I promise."

He let a sigh. "It's only right that I do the same."

That was something I was more than happy to hear.

After Miya was feed, Chuuya had to leave, saying he'll come see us for lunch. That gave us time to get some work done and for Miya to take a nap.

I was looking over some of the new victim reports when my phone started to ring in my pocket. I laid down the paper in my hand as I fished it out, watching as the screen lit up with a number on it.

I looked down at Miya who was laying there, still not asleep. She was halfway there but not yet willing to close her eyes and rest.

She'd be alright, I wasn't leaving the room, just moving away from the desk a bit so I wasn't disturbing her.

I got up from my chair and moved over towards the window, sliding the button on the screen to answer the call before placing it to my ear.

"Hello, Dazai Osamu speaking," I said, looking outside the window at the traffic. It wasn't that busy yet today, probably because it was past time for morning traffic.

"Hello there, old sport, just thought I'd give you a call about that request you made yesterday," the man on the other side of the line said with a chirp.

I smirked. "Fitzgerald, I've been waiting for you call."

He chuckled. "I wish to help you out the best I can, Dazai."

"And all it took was a sob story to get some of your time."

"A good enough sob story can win any man's heart," Fitzgerald stated. His voice changed into something else, something almost sad, "A man caring for his family isn't just any sob story."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "I know, that's why I decided to ask for your help. You know the struggles that come with having family and weighing the worth of the world."

The weight of my world is exactly two chibis and I wouldn't sell that for anything.

"So, do we have a deal about the house?" I asked, swinging the subject back to the topic this call was really about.

"The repairs shouldn't be difficult, I had a specialized team take a look at the damages and it should be done by the end of the week." His tone went back to normal, sounding as if not a care in the world.

I smiled, glad to hear that we could finally be able to go back home.

"However, the specialized team can't fix the furniture in your house, so you'll have to replace it yourself," he added on.

"That's fine, a lot of it needed to be replaced anyway."

A lot of them had many shared memories between Chuuya and me. The time we cuddled on the couch after he found our old blanket, the countless times we bickered playfully back and forth across the wine stained table, and the many shared moments in the dark of our bedroom, wrapped in sheets and each other's arms.

But that's what the memories are for, so we can remember the good times we had even when we no longer have the object that helped make that memory. As long as I still have the people in those memories.

"How much do you think it'll cost for the repairs?"

"Let's see." I heard the sound of what I guessed to be paper on the other side. "There was damage to the front door, walls in the dining room, ceiling light completely torn down, a hole in through the kitchen, and most of the doors in the kitchen had come off the hinges."

Listening to him list off the damages, it didn't sound to bad actually. A lot of it we could have fixed ourselves with a trip to the department store.

But at the time, the state of the house wasn't the problem, it was the safety. We didn't know if our home was safe after it had been attacked while we weren't there, and I didn't want to test to see what would have happened while we were home.

"About 17,000 Yen, 20,000 to be safe," he continued. "You know, I can have a security system installed so any unwanted guests with alert you when they come to your house."

Security system? "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I have a genius engineer working under me that has a system that can alert you if anyone tries breaking into your house from anyway."

I furrowed my eyebrows. That sounded like something any security system could do-

"Any it can tell you if any ability users happen to be with it's radius."

Now, that was the seller. Any security system could tell me that someone was trying to break in, but that wasn't the case or problem here. We needed something that could detect gifted users that may be able to do harm.

"You have my attention," I replied, "what other capabilities does it have?"

"That I'm aware of, it can sense heat signatures so cloaking abilities can't work on it, and it alerts you and anyone else that has authorization to it," he explained proudly, like he was the one who made it instead of his genius engineer.

I did have to admit though, the idea of having a security system that could detect ability users, especially cloaked users, could be useful. The only question though-

"How much and how much to have it installed?" I asked, watching as a man with dark hair crossed the street, not paying attention and almost getting hit by a car.

Fitzgerald laughed. "That would be the 3,000 Yen I added to the 17,000. I figured you'd agree so I went ahead and made the necessary arrangements."

"Alright, I can bring the money to you later today, if that's fine with you?"

"That won't be necessary, I already sent someone to come collect it since he had business there anyway."

At that moment, the the door opened slowly and the same dark haired man that had crossed the street poked his he's in.

"Ranpo, are you here?" He said, unsure.

Ranpo, who was playing a game at his desk quietly, looked up before giving a smile. He set down his game and spoke surprisingly quiet. "Hey, Poe. You need to be quiet, the baby's asleep."

I looked down into Miya's pack-and-play, and sure enough, Miya was finally asleep.

"I presume Poe will be delivering the payment to you?" I asked as I watched the man walk over to Ranpo's desk, his raccoon hopping off into Ranpo's open arms.

"That is correct, so you don't need to worry yourself about having to come yourself and can start looking for furniture."

"Thanks, I'm glad our little temporary truce has come in handy," I said, taking a seat back at my desk.

"A pleasure doing business, old sport." The line went dead before I hung up and placed my phone my pocket.

I looked up at where Poe was talking with Ranpo.

"I happened upon some things that I thought you might be interested in. Some newspaper articles from a few years ago," he explained, laying some newspapers down on the black naked male's desk.

Ranpo slid forward in his chair, legs actually under the desk and his stomach at the edge as he reached for one of the papers. He looked at it curiously for second. "Are you wanting the sudoku and crossword answers?"

Poe slumped a bit, a pout in his voice as he says, quietly. "I brought those for the articles, not the puzzle game answers."

Ranpo chuckled, leaning forward and patting his companion on the head. "I was just messing with you, Poe. Don't be like that."

When he leaned back in his chair, looking at the paper for real this time. His teasing smirk faded as he lifted his eyes to meet mine. "Dazai, these may help with your investigation."

I cocked my eyebrow, standing and walking over to his desk to pick up one of the newspapers. I looked at it, noticing things immediately.

"These are about the laboratory incidents," I said, reading the headline. "Local laboratory fire starts from unknown causes, killing one hundred people working inside and injuring many more."

I looked at the press name, one that was familiar. "These articles were never published." I laid the paper down on the desk, crossing my arms. "Hey, Jun'ichiro, look up Shinbun Press."

The boy looked over momentarily before nodding. "Sure thing." He started typing on his computer. "Shinbun Press was a journalist newspaper company founded in Ikebukuro but most did most business in neighboring cities."

He went quiet as he continued looking. When he spoke again, he seemed a bit surprised. "It says they closed down in all cities besides Yokohama until almost three years ago when their papers abruptly stopped being published."

That couldn't have been a coincidence. A press company just suddenly stopping production around the time of some events happening and leaving several unpublished articles behind? There was no way it was done on someone's own volition.

"Is there a cause for shut down?"

Jun'ichiro shook his head. "It doesn't have one. I just says it had an abrupt stop and that the people who worked there never were willing to talk about it."

"Odd, what did they have to hide?" Ranpo asked, looking through the paper he was still holding.

"What makes you think they were hiding something?" Poe asked, looking up at him.

"Someone keeping silent after a successful company suddenly quits seems a bit too suspicious to be a normal circumstance," I explained. "It's possible that the company suddenly hit bankruptcy and the employees thought it wasn't really anything worth the mention or they were threatened to shut down, not to speak about it."

"But then why would there be articles dated after the sudden shut down?"

"Someone from in the company had proof of illegal experimentation from that lab and wanted it known," Ranpo said, laying the newspaper out open across his desk.

He pointed to a slightly blurry picture of a man chained to a bed. "I'm guessing the one who wrote these was too afraid of publishing them. They were probably threatened and he knew publishing them would give him a ticket to the afterlife."

"But why continue to make a more of them and suddenly stop?" I questioned, looking down at the paper.

"They probably caught up with him. Unfortunately, there is also no name for the articles so even if whoever it was that wrote them was still alive, we can't ask them about it." Ranpo folded the paper back up.

Damn, it was unfortunate, but that didn't mean that there wasn't still something here. I looked at the headline of the paper that Ranpo was looking at, a thought popping into my head.

"This could help us in the long run though. These articles are proof of the experiments that happened there and who had done them," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Meaning we have more solid evidence against him for the laboratory."

"Dazai!" Atsushi suddenly yelled from where he sat at his desk. "Turn around now, Miya is-"

He didn't even need to finish his sentence before I was turning, concerned after just hearing my baby girl's name.

Nothing seemed amiss at first glance but then something moving caught my attention through my lashes. I looked up and my eyes widened, mouth hanging slightly agape.

"What in the world?" I heard someone in the room say, I didn't know who and I really didn't care at the moment.

Not when my daughter was floating up towards the ceiling, all by herself.

I needed to understand how and why my baby girl was floating up like that, and what I needed to do to get her down from there safely. She was still only two months old, her body was still fragile and needed to be handled carefully.

She was still asleep but I could see from here that she was breathing a little harder and squirming a bit.

Was whatever that was happening making her uncomfortable? There are so many different factors that I want to think about but the main thing.

Is she hurt? How long is this going to last before she falls? Is she going o be okay?

"Atsushi, I need your help," I said, quickly walking over to my desk and shoving everything in the file and tossing it to the side to make room on my desk. "I'm going to climb on my desk and try to get her, I need you to make sure I don't fall."

I was panicking and I didn't panic often. My daughter was in danger, something I wanted so desperately to never have to let her experience to a depth.

"She's still asleep? Even after moving out of her thing?" Naomi said from next to her brother, eyes watching the little girl.

"She could sleep through a hurricane." I climbed up on my desk, carefully and skillfully standing upright. It brought be closer to Miya but not close enough.

If I wanted to get her, I needed to reach. I moved slightly more towards the edge, my arms coming up so I can move to touch her and get her down.

"Careful, Dazai. You're getting very close to the edge." Atsushi's voice was filled with concern.

I tried controlling my breathing, eyes focusing on nothing but the little red haired girl. So much was going through my head but my focus didn't waver as I continued to reach for her.

After my arms were fully extended towards her and my toes were at the edge of the desk, I was still slightly off by only a few inches.

"Damn it," I said, trying to stretch a little bit.

"Dazai, I'd be careful about touching her," Ranpo said, voice dripping with caution. "For all we know, this could be an ability. If you touch her, she will fall."

My eyes widened. I didn't think about that, I was too focused on trying to get her down that it didn't even cross my mind that this could have been an ability making her levitate like this.

I pulled back slightly, lowering my arms from the stretch by staying where I can easily catch her I she fell.

"Atsushi, get my phone from my pocket and call Chuuya. He may be the only one who can get her down from this the safest."

The grey haired boy did as he was told, grabbing my phone from my pocket and going to my contacts. "Hm, is Chuuya "My Lovely Slug?""

I smiled slightly despite the situation. "He is, now hurry and call him, put him on speaker."

He did so, the sound if the dialing making everything feel heavy. When the sound gave way to voicemail, I told him to call again.

After four back to back calls, he still wasn't answering. Now, I was worried for two reasons. Chuuya wasn't one to miss calls, especially when I have Miya.

I honestly just hope he didn't have it on him instead of him being in danger.

"Atsushi, find a contact that says Ane-san and call it." I ordered.

He did so, the dial tone making my anxiety spike with each ring.

"This had better be for a good reason, Dazai." Kouyou's voice sounded aggravated as she answered.

"Where is Chuuya? I was trying to call him," I said very quickly and sternly.

"He's training some new recruits so he doesn't have his phone on him," she replied, the aggression giving way to suspension. "Are you alright? You sound panicked."

"I have an emergency and I need Chuuya at the Agency immediately. Miya is in danger, floating nearly nine feet from the ground and I can't reach her and get her down safely."

I heard her gasp before she quickly said something to someone. "Get Chuuya here immediately, his boyfriend has an emergency!"

She then spoke through the phone again. "I had someone go retrieve him. Tell me what's going on."

"Miya is nearly nine feet in the air and it's possible that it may be an ability. I can't reach her enough to grab her and I'm afraid she may fall if I do."

I heard yelling from the other side of the phone. "Kouyou! Is Dazai okay?! Is Miya?!"

"Hurry to the Agency, he needs you there now," Kouyou said, though I could hear as she tried keeping her voice even.

Chuuya made no other comment which probably meant he was on his way. Good because I didn't know how long Miya was going to stay up there and I could already feel my heart beat racing.

"Thank you, Kouyou," I said, voice slightly shaken.

"Just make sure she doesn't get hurt, lad." Her final words before she hung up.

Atsushi hung up as well. "So, we wait until Chuuya gets here?"

I watched my baby girl, not once looking away from her, too afraid that if I did, she would fall. I couldn't let her get hurt, I wouldn't let her get hurt.

She had so much to experience in her life, so much love to give and be given. Chuuya would be devastated if something were to happen to her, and I would feel guilty everytime I look at him because it was something I could have probably prevented had I been paying attention.

"It's the only thing we can do," I said, stepping closer to the edge again, preparing for if I had to catch her.

The door to the office opened suddenly. A voice boomed loudly, "Dazai, what the hell are you doing standing on your desk?!"

That was the last tick of the time bomb.

Miya was awake, the room suddenly erupting and echoing the sounds of her cries, and before I knew it-

She was falling.

I, uh, I'm just going to skip to the part where I thank you guys...

So, thank you for reading this chapter! I hoped it was good and that I have you hearts racing.

(Also Shinbun Press is literally just Newspaper Press.)

And with that, I hope you all have a wonderful morning, noon, and night! Bye!