"Are you going?" Joan asked as they saw Logan walking to the front door, a bag slung over his shoulder, staring intently at his phone. Their eyes widened. "Did you solve it?"

"No," Logan responded. "I'm going to see the body, the coroner is ready for it to be seen. Roman is staying behind to continue looking into the case. I will be back."

Joan nodded in reply and returned to whatever work they'd been doing before. Logan didn't look, he didn't want to get in the other's' way as he breezed outside. Remus had gotten out the Bentley, as Logan had asked, and was waiting for him, sitting on the bonnet.

"Where to?" He asked lazily.

Logan simply walked past him, opening the passenger-side door. "I'll direct you." He said simply,  tossing his bag into the footwell as he sat down, still tapping away furiously at the phone.

Remus blinked in mild surprise but obediently sat in the driver's' seat, twisting the key and spinning in a loop around the fountain. The Bentley drove out of the gates, Logan not looking up once from his phone. The silence was strong and Remus awkwardly reached for the radio, only to have Logan slap down his hand.

The driver blinked and narrowed his eyes. "Rude," He mumbled but continued to swerve around the bends of the hill. They drove in silence until Remus asked, "Who are you texting?"

"My therapist," Logan answered shortly. He didn't sound too happy.

Remus swallowed, averting his eyes to the road again. "Why do you have a therapist?"

"Why'd you ask?"

Remus shrugged. "I got one. I don't like to talk about it, but I'm gonna say something happened to me when I was a kid."

Logan shot him a short glare from the corner of his eye. "Working around bodies and murder for four years isn't all sunshine and daisies. That's all I'm going to say."

"Is that why you quit?"

"No."

"Why'd ya quit?"

Logan gave him a blank look. "You're gonna want to take the third right, by the way."

Remus nodded and asked his question again. "Why'd ya quit?" Logan ignored him.

~'^'~

Roman was supposed to be trailing after suspects. He was supposed to be working on the case and getting information. He was supposed to be stealthily sneaking into locked rooms and be doing detective stuff. But he wasn't...

Shocker, I know.

Instead of doing what he was supposed to, Roman was standing in front of a mirror in his room, singing 'Woman Like Me,' by Little Mix into a hairbrush. And, somehow, he was respected by other police officers. Yeah, he doesn't get it either.

"I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly!" He belted, punching his fist in the air dramatically as he snaked his body side to side, his phone blasting out the tinny music. "I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve. My mama always said: Girl, you're troubling! And now I'm wonderin', could ya fall for a woman like me? A woman-"

"Am I... interrupting something?"

Roman shrieked, jumping and dropping the hairbrush. He scrabbled for his phone and turned off the music. Only then did he look up, face flushed in shy embarrassment, to see a slightly stunned, equally as embarrassed Virgil.

"D-Do you need something?" Roman asked, stammeringly and quickly.

Virgil looked away, as if it would spare Roman the humiliation. "Actually, I just got back from the market and was going up to my room. Your music was just really loud."

Roman looked away. "Oh, sorry." They stood there in silence, both avoiding each other's' glances until Roman finally gave up and sat heavily on the bed, hiding his face in his hands. "Shit..." He moaned, dragging out the 'i' pitifully.

Hesitatingly, Virgil moved inside, looking around as if he was expecting someone to be there, then sat next to Roman, placing a hand awkwardly on the detective's' shoulder. "So..." He murmured softly, a smirk slowly working it's' way onto his face. "Little Mix, huh?"

Roman scoffed lightly. "Yeah... My guilty, musical pleasure. I'm sorry, god, I lied. I listen to something other than musical theatre."

"I'm stunned, gotta say," Virgil quipped, hand slowly slipping down to Roman's' lower back. "Honestly thought you'd be a strict, theatre kid, judging by the way you talked."

"Huh? Hey, what's wrong with the way I talk?!" Roman protested.

Virgil snickered. "I dunno, you just sound so offended by, like, everything."

Roman pouted. "Rude. I don't act offended."

"So what about now?"

He went to answer back, then paused. Roman frowned. "Fuck you."

Virgil grinned. "You wish."

Roman quirked an eyebrow. "Confident, huh?"

"Well," Virgil shrugged. "I'm rich, dumb and stunning. I'm like Karen Smith, just male."

"Nah, you're more like Janis," Roman claimed. "Super emo and super gay."

"You're right," Virgil agreed. "You're more of a Karen."

Roman gasped. "Hey, I didn't say that!"

"You don't need to say it, Karen, we all know."

Roman playfully punched Virgil's' shoulder, which made the other wince slightly in pain, but not hesitate to punch back, his fist landing on Roman's' bicep. It barely hurt, honestly. It just sort of bounced off harmlessly. Roman very robotically slapped the back of his hand to his forehead and said in a blank, deadpan tone, "Oh, no. I am so hurt."

"Hey, fuck you!" Scoffed Virgil. "I'm the weakest bitch in the whole house, I can hardly hold a bag full of shopping, let alone punch someone!"

Roman held up two fingers. "One," He said. "You wish you could fuck me-" He ignored Virgil's' snort of laughter and placed down one finger. "Two, if you're so weak, maybe you need a knight in shining armour to help you, princess?"

Virgil scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No thanks, princey, I've survived this long, I don't need to be babied now. Besides, if I needed a knight, I'd go to Remus."

"What? The driver? Why him?"

"For starters, he's got a cool ride, even if it's actually my ride, two, I am not going rushing to the male Karen Smith."

Roman gasped, offended.

~'^'~

The Bentley swerved into the parking lot of the most local police station and Logan opened his door before Remus even had a chance to undo his seatbelt. The detective marched out, shutting the door quickly behind him and putting his still-buzzing phone in his pocket.

"Jesus, you're in a hurry," Remus remarked loudly from the car.

Logan glanced over his shoulder and retorted, "I don't want to be here any longer than I have to. I'll see you in an hour or so."