Headquarters
Tokyo, Japan
August 2015
Tokyo, Japan
August 2015
Mack had an eye for the living.
It came with the job, in all honesty. Being
a forensic scientist didn’t just mean staring down a microscope and counting
all the itty-bitty wrong things then reporting that to the squad who was asking
for it. Contrary to that, it actually meant having a keen eye and knowing how
things ticked – how living organisms
tended to tick. He could position himself inside a coffee shop and pick out an
ordinary person, then take them apart in his head bit by bit. It was a fun game
he played when bored, but he never quite told others about it because it was
bordering on the creepy side of the spectrum.
That certain game of his, however, assisted
him when he needed it. Mack was sometimes roped into interrogations, and he’d
be there to watch under the guise of an intern taking notes. However, he’d
actually be there to analyze the person interrogated. On one paper, he’d take
notes of the actual interrogation. On another, he’d note the verbal and bodily
cues that would give them away.
This was how he was able to observe that
the older man needed a pick up.
It started with A.
“T’s a little off,” she admitted to him.
Mack blinked slowly and pocketed his change without counting, taking a sip from
the chai latte he had bought much after. “He isn’t as cheerful as he usually
is. Do you think something happened?”
“If someone rejected his date offer, he’d
be acting differently,” Mack replied. A frowned and sat at one of the booths,
the wild-haired man sitting right across her. “He’d be dropping relatable
quotes that would hit a thousand retweets on Twitter. But he really isn’t. So
it has to be something else.”
“Mm.” the black-haired lady sighed and took
a small bite from the pastry she had bought, “I hope it’s nothing too serious.
He’s been working himself hard this past week, really. He needs a break.”
“Why’d you say so?”
“He just seems more tired than usual.” A
checked her phone, “A little more hassled than he usually is. Peters is trying
to convince him to take a break, but…you know him. He exhausts himself.”
“Sort of like you.”
A threw him a look. “Don’t get smart with
me, Thomas.”
* *
* * *
He spent the rest of the day in HQ,
observing and trying to collect facts. In a way, he was able to become a sleuth
as well.
“Horrible night of sleep last night, T?”
“Huh?” Touta rubbed his eyes and faced
Mack, “Sorry, what did you say?”
“Just asked if you didn’t have a good
sleep. Seems like it,” the man replied. Touta chuckled and rubbed his eyes yet
again, nodding his head slowly.
“Yeah. Not exactly the best, but I’ll
live,” he assured. Nodding, Mack eventually left but caught him leaning his
head on his palm for a few seconds, eyes closed.
Those few tics alone was enough for him to
conclude that the other was indeed, tired and in need of something to pull up
the other’s energy (and mood).
He found himself back in the café, ordering
the largest coffee they served. Pocketing his change once more, he glanced at
the paper cup and asked for a fine-tip marker, thanking the barista and
scribbling something on the side upon receiving it.
Upon getting back to the office and
reaching Touta’s workstation, he hastily glanced around before putting the hot
coffee in the middle of the table and walked away as casually as he could.
* *
* * *
Someone had been leaving him coffee.
Not that Touta didn’t like it – to most
people in HQ (including him), coffee was life. Some people (like Mack)
preferred running on tea, but on the worse days the office would start to smell
of different blends of caffeine and trash cans would be filled with plastic and
paper cups. To ensure environmental friendliness, a good amount of people
brought their own tumblers. A few kind souls set up a coffee box in the middle
for anyone who needed an extra packet or two.
However, this time around, someone chose to
leave him a large cup of coffee. That, admittedly, made him feel better
immediately upon seeing it – it had been a rough night for him when it came to
catching up with reports.
It wasn’t that he was worried, either – if
anything, he was worried for the person’s paycheck. It wasn’t like someone
would attempt to murder by slipping something horrible in their drink; not only
was there a forensic lab near, but the whole building was filled with
experienced and blooming police agents.
All in all, he wanted to find out who the
mystery giver was.
Touta asked around – he asked the squad
primarily, and apparently none of them knew who was giving it. A shrugged and
glumly wished someone was giving her coffee, Peters had no clue, and Mack had
wrinkled his nose.
“Didn’t it go it?”
Touta shook his head. “Amazingly enough,
it’s still hot. A miracle.” Mack nodded and turned back to his tablet, briefly
scanning through the available photos. Touta sighed inwardly.
For the rest of the week, he had no clue
who the mystery giver was.
* *
* * *
It was a Friday morning and Touta, in all
honesty, was exhausted.
He had to stay late with the rest of the
squad the previous night – something had happened and they were to file reports
and investigate as much as they could. It reached one in the morning and all of
them had gone home with sleepy faces and half-lidded eyes.
At seven in the morning, he forced himself
to get up and move. If he finished early, it was probable that he’d be able to
clock out earlier than usual.
It was that small, extra push which led him
to discover the coffee culprit (as he ended up calling whoever it was).
He entered the building with a yawn and
flashed his ID at the guard, who let him in with a nod and pat on the back. The
Japanese stumbled through the premises, yawning and rubbing his eyes
continuously until he reached his station –
Touta nearly dropped his files in surprise.
“You?”
Mack jumped, nearly spilling the coffee
onto the desk. “Fuck,” he cursed, “Shit. Shit. Shiiiiit.”
“You were giving the coffees!”
“Quite obvious right now, isn’t it?” the
other laughed. “But yeah. I’ve been giving it.”
“Why? You didn’t have to do that,” Touta
asked, to which the other gave a nonchalant shrug. Mack awkwardly handed the
cup of coffee, to which Touta accepted.
“Just wanted to after A told me she was
worried. She was worried about you and not getting enough rest,” Mack explained
slowly. He blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes, “And I thought I was, too.
Well.” He shifted slightly and Touta took note of the paper bag in his right
hand, “I got coffee for A and Peters, too. After what happened last night. I
thought we needed it.”
“You didn’t–”
“I wanted to,” Mack repeated firmly. He eventually
gave a tiny smile of his own as well, “Show my appreciation for you guys.”
Touta was about to say something when Mack took a step back, most likely going
to drop off the other two coffees before A and Peters arrived. “A teeny, tiny
favor in exchange, though.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t tell them when they come in,” the
Englishman said simply. “I want them to feel the appreciation, too.”
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