Agent Daisy Song followed the advice that the prison guard gave her. Not because she was nervous (which she was), but because these officers had the rules in place for a reason. They knew these inmates as much as any person could and they knew the best way to keep incidents to a minimum.

There were a few shouts with the odd offensive or sexual phrase thrown at her, and a loud bang that she was proud to have not jumped at, but she kept calm and walked all the way to the very end of the block, where a single chair was placed near the glass front of the cell.

Before sitting down, she turned to the glass.

Doctor Min Yoongi was sat casually on his bed, leaning against the white stone wall. He was wearing a bright, lime green jumpsuit and had black hair and pale skin. His eyes were sharp and full of intelligence and something dark lurking under the surface.

The grainy black and white photos that Daisy had seen in the academy during training did not do justice to how handsome this young-looking man actually was - but it did portray his scars clearly.

One scar, a thin line of purple, ran from his left temple all the way across his face to end at his right jawbone, missing his lips and nose. Another ran across his forehead, faint and only slightly visible. There were also lines across his throat and on his delicate looking hands, and Daisy was sure that were were plenty more under his lime jumpsuit.

He watched her calmly with no reaction until she spoke.

"Dr Min, my name is Agent Song. I'm with the FBI and I've come to ask for your assistance,"

There was a slight pause before the man sat up and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

"Asthma is a strange illness for an FBI agent to suffer with," His voice was smooth and deep, like melted chocolate.

Surprised, Daisy took a moment to compose herself.

"I have't suffered since I was young," She replied.

"Yet, it is still present in your lungs," Yoongi stood slowly and walked towards her, stopping by a small desk that was attached to the wall.

"You control it well, but don't over exert yourself, Agent Song," He gestured to the chair behind her, "Please, sit. What kind of man would I be to allow a young woman such as yourself to remain standing, even in such a place?"

Daisy only hesitated a little before sinking into the chair.

"Doctor-"

"Let me ask you something, Agent. You have come for my help with a case; quite an unsettling one for you to seek answers from me. Why should I help you? I have no concerns with the outside world when my bodily needs are met here,"

The question did not deter Daisy. It was to be expected that an inmate wouldn't want to help them solve a case, so Detectives Jimin and Taehyung had already spoken to the wardrn in charge.

"We can offer you more yard time," She said, "And-"

"I have no need for that," The Doctor interrupted her, "I am moved from this cell and transported to... another location... once every three months. I am satisfied with that,"

"What would you have need for?" Daisy asked, actually fearing the answer.

Yoongi stared at her for a moment.

"Are you afraid of me? Disgusted, perhaps?"

Daisy swallowed, "Afraid? No, but I am nervous, I guess. You are notoriously dangerous. I don't feel any disgust,"

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and then let out a small hum before pulling his chair out and sitting opposite her on the other side of the glass.

"I will listen to the details of your case," He said, "Then perhaps we can come to an agreement on what I get in return for helping you and your FBI,"

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"Amazing," The prison guard said as he and the detectives watched the security feed, "He didn't tell her to leave,"

"Does he dismiss people a lot?" Jimin asked, his shooting hand feeling twitchy.

"The only people he doesn't are the government officials who come to move him every three months,"

"Move him where?" Taehyung asked.

The guard shrugged, "I don't know. All we know is that he comes back with stitches and he's in a good mood for a few days,"

"Weird," Taehyung remarked, "But anyway, he looks like he's talking to Agent Song. We sent the right person,"

"As long as she stays respectful, so will he, usually," The guard said, checking the clock on the wall, "She has twenty more minutes and then she has to leave, gentlemen. I don't want to risk this for any longer than I have to,"