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Tropical Love

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Hey Ya'll, HeartlessRockstarXIII here! This is my second story, my first one for this fandom, and my first one that isn't a oneshot. Wish me luck! Without further ado; read, enjoy, and review!

Ema's P.O.V.

"Jeez, can it get any hotter out here!?"

An officer yelled over to me.

"Detective Skye! I've found something!"

"Okay, I'm coming."

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I made my way over to the energetic young officer. He was holding something that appeared to be a scorched scrap of paper.

"What's this Smith?"

"It looks like it was burned. The words that are left are bearly recognizable. I figured I should show you, but I don't know how much we'll get from this if anything at all."

"Well, send it to the lab anyway."

I was getting agitated. It was the middle of June and already it was hitting 84o. But instead of going to the beach or on vacation, I was stuck at work. That's when the glimmerous fop I call my boss walked up to me.

"Ah, Frauline Detective, I see you're hard at work as usual."

"Yeah, I am. And if you don't mind I'd like to return to it sometime this millenium."

"Actually, I am removing you from the case. I am sending you on a vacation. See you in two weeks Frauline!"

Before I had time to respond Gavin shoved a brochure with some info on the hotel I would be staying at and a plane ticket into my hand. He then proceeded to walk away.

Great, now what am I supposed to do. Guess I'll be getting that vacation I wanted so badly after all.

Apollo's P.O.V.

Man, is it hot or is it just me.

It was a scorching hot 84 degree day today, which is a bit unseasonable by Los Angeles standards. I was currently working a case, and gathering evidence of my client's innocence. I would rather be on vacation or at least at the beach right now. I had let Trucy leave early so she could go set up for her show down at the Wonder Bar tonight. I was starting to get tired

It was around 4 p.m. when I arrived back at the Wright Anything Agency. Mr. Wright, who has finally gotten his attorney's badge back, was waiting for me at my desk.

"Yo, Justice! Guess what."

"What is it Mr. Wright?"

"I'm taking over your case and you're going on vacation. No ifs ands or buts about it."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Mr. Wright cut me off telling me to pack my bags and get to the airport. He then shoved a brochure with info about the resort I would be staying at and a plane ticket into my hand and left for Trucy's latest show at the Wonder Bar.