Oliver meanwhile, had stared from the other side of that glass mirror, his eyes not seeing a reflection of himself but instead of both Hiroki and Naomi. He had frowned, not only concerned over the unstable nature of the model in question, but confused by her questioning of Hiroki. Did they both see something he didn't? Had it been what Hiroki confessed in the car? It unsettled Oliver, to say the least. And for a moment, Young was starting to buy into both of their questionable theories.

Almost on cue, the female officer who had led the two detectives to this room stepped in on Oliver's right side, holding an evidence bag with the dust like substance from the crime scene; the dust that Oliver had picked up. The young detective glanced over, crossing his arms as he focused his attention on the blonde.

"Didn't take long to figure out what this stuff is. It's called Nighthawk. Apparently it's a new synthetic drug that has been picking up traction, thanks to the Yakuza syndicate known as 'Big Boss'. The precinct has been busy as hell trying to contain it."

"Heard of both. Nighthawk is a hallucinatory deliriant. It also can be ingested from touch alone. I wouldn't be suprised if my dumbass partner got some in his system examining the body earlier." Oliver groaned, looking down and pinching the bridge of his nose.

The blonde giggled, handing the bag over to Oliver carefully.

"I'll let you get back to work on the interview. Hope this helps."

Oliver simply nodded in response, looking back ahead, his gaze on his partner but mind drifting to the evidence he had just been given. Everything was starting to make way more sense and that reassured the detective. Rational explanations meant they were only getting closer to a solution.

"You aren't getting it! That thing is going to kill us all! And if its gotten to you, its going to destroy everything you know! You have to stop it before its too late!" Naomi screamed, getting up from her seat in a fit of fury, the chair underneath her flying backwards from the sudden fit of rage.

It hit the wall before stumbling to the floor, sliding across the room as the girl went silent. The scrapes of the chair caused Hirokis skin to shoot waves of bitter chills throughout his still body as he stared at the woman before him. Silence began to overwhelm noise, declaring its dominance as the detective stood from his seat.

"Listen, you maybe right. There maybe more we need to find. But you were helpful to us. Unfortunately, we are going to have to put you in a ward for a couple days for an-"

"I'm NOT going back there." Naomi growled.

Her stance grew more assertive, slamming her fists into the metal counter again, blood contrasting the reflective silver underneath as the celebrity grit her teeth. The mix of pain and frustration only raised her levels of rage, swelling in Naomi's knuckles beginning to grow apparent.

That had been when Oliver slid the door open, strolling inside and catching both Hiroki and Naomi's attention.

"And what the hell do you want?!" The girl abruptly questioned.

"Hey, respect your caretakers brat. You don't want to be in a straight jacket? Then you'll be under my protective custody. Your choice."

"You're kidding." Both Naomi and Hiroki spoke in unison, though Hiroki's tone sounded more shocked in comparison to Naomi's clear feeling of inconvenience.

"I'll let you sit on it. Hiroki, can I speak with you?" Oliver asked, rolling his eyes in lack of amusement.

Hiroki glanced at Naomi, who collapsed back into her seat with a pout, crossing her arms as she looked away with a huff. He then met Oliver's gaze once more.

"Sure."

Hiroki carefully made his way back outside, Oliver holding the door for his partner before abruptly shutting it behind them. He rested his back against the door, crossing his arms as he stared up at his taller partner with a narrow glare as Hiroki returned the same amount of energy.

"What the hell do you mean you are taking her in?" Hiroki whispered, glancing both ways to make sure they had privacy.

"Well, she's been in what, four facilities in the last year? How many meds? Locking her up isn't improving anything and it means I'll have custody over a witness, meaning more time to obtain evidence. I'll make sure she works, goes to therapy, and she gets full protection and more freedom. Everyone wins."

"You are only doing it to prove me wrong about what I said in the car."

"That too, but we have more important things to talk about." Oliver muttered, grabbing Hiroki's hand and guiding the man back to where Young had been during the interview.

Hearing that everything had been caused by a simple drug was quite reassuring. It gave Hiroki a piece of his reality back. An explanation. But he still was admittedly unsettled by the similarities between his and Naomi's experience. But despite that, his side of reason chalked it up to mere coincidence.

"So now you can stop losing it on me about how your brain is deficient, alright moron?" Oliver concluded, hands resting on his hips as he stared down at his seated partner.

Hiroki looked down, embarrassment apparent as he avoided eye contact. The detective did feel a bit stupid, ashamed of letting the case get the better of himself and being dumb enough not to take the proper precautions at the crime scene.

Thats when Hiroki's head shot up, eyes wide. A realization.

"I wore gloves at the crime scene."

Oliver frowned, leaning down and flicking the others nose.

"I'm not saying blame yourself or anything, but gloves aren't going to completely save you from a drug that only requires a grain of salt's worth to touch you in order to lose it."

Akiyama pouted in response, then sighing as his stare returned to his lap.

"Fine fine, what else did you find?"

Oliver stood straight once more, looking back out the window and at a pacing Naomi who strolled back and forth, arms crossed.

"The drug is mainly being distributed by the Yakuza gang known as 'The Hawks'."

Hiroki blinked, staring up at his partner before a smile crept at his lips.

"The guy isn't killing hookers within Yakuza because he's in Yakuza. Makes sense." The elder agreed.

"It'd also explain the hallucinations on Naomis part. Would also debilitate both victims and give the killer the upperhand. Along with finding such large quantities of the drug, I wouldn't be surprised if he was of high ranking either."

Hiroki nodded in response, looking out the window as well, arms crossing.

"Alright then. Great work Oliver. I'll drive you and your new roommate home and research on some Hawk whereabouts. Tomorrow we will go from there and get to work on finding the bastard thats doing all this."

Naomi glanced up, stopping in her tracks as the two made their way back into the room, Oliver standing just in front of Hiroki.

"You make up your mind yet, brat?"

Naomi's eyes narrowed in response and she rolled her eyes, looking away.

"Fine. I'll stay with you. But if you try anything funny I'll kill you and plead insanity."

Oliver scoffed, turning on his heels.

"Threatening an officer, we are off to a great start. Whatever, it wont be a problem anyways, trust me doll face." Oliver simply responded, strolling out of the room.

Hiroki snickered, sliding his hands into his pockets as his head gestured to the door.

"You heard the guy, come on. It's getting late." Akiyama ordered before following his partner out the door.

Naomi remained a moment, brows furrowed at the sight of the oddball detectives. But, the uncomfortable quietness quickly began to get to her, causing the young girl to growl.

"What the hell did I get myself into?"