(A/N:) I started to write this when there was barely a fic for this pairing. I...procrastinated a bit. This was going to be a quick one-shot, but that quick one-shot turned into over 11,000 words. xDD To make reading easier, I'll split it up into two parts.
Sorry, fanfics is freaking out on my so if this is all in italics or somethin' thats why D:

Do enjoy! I just got out of school, so this is a bit of a 'outta-school-welcome-in-summer' kinda gift!

"Have we gotten any more new cases?" Apollo asked weakly, looking out the small window that helped to illuminate the messy room that was the Wright Anything Agency.

"None yet." Phoenix replied easily, allowing a slightly awkward silence to engulf them both.
'Thanks for the nice conversation Mr. Wright. And Trucy calls me an unsocial butterfly?' He sighed dejectedly, placing his head in his hand and staring at the seemingly endless nothing that was the pale walls.
It had been a while since he had joined the agency. At first, the more time he spent there the more he wanted to leave and head back to work for Kristoph. Unfortunately, that wasn't exactly an option at that time (or anytime, for that matter). Yet, at the same time, the more time spent working with the relaxed hobo and upbeat magician; he couldn't image life without them. It was sort of like they all were an odd family now.

"Oh yeah, Apollo? We needed to order some new magic supplies for Trucy. I just wanted to thank you for donating your paycheck."

….like a family. And a sort of very odd one. 'And by odd, I mean weird and cheap.'

Focusing back onto nothing, he started to go over the last few cases that he had been given. They all involved a lot of investigating; scientific investigation to be exact. Luckily, Ema had gotten more used to him and Trucy, showing a slight smile whenever they arrived at a crime scene. Apollo would always smile back, showing his thanks. He liked to see her at the scene (despite some childish remarks or small arguments she had with Trucy, she was the only one to ever give him a direct answer). They would talk while Trucy ran around or attempted to flirt with Klavier. She told him more about how she had failed the test to become a forensic investigator, and minor tid-bits of the past she had with Mr. Wright. When ever he inquired more, she would snap open her bag of snackoo's, signaling that it was not a good idea. She had actually let him try one, in which it actually turned out to be pretty good. He didn't tell her that, for as soon as he ate it Klavier came over and teased her. Apollo knew that he owed her a lot, especially for breaking a few rules by letting them gather scientific evidence.

With her, Apollo was able to solve the cases with ease and get the right verdict for his clients.
With him, she was able to do what she loved most without being criticized or yelled by her uppers or her fop of a boss.

Apollo felt a pang of jealousy. 'Lucky bastard, being able to work with her all day. Why is he so mean to her, especially when he knows that she would kill to be in the forensics department? Well, she'd kill to be anything other than a detective.' He gave a slight smirk at that, picturing Ema as anything but a detective was a little odd.

Well, picturing her really at all was a little odd.

'Why am I even thinking about her?' He thought after a few moments of silence from his other thoughts. He shook his head and looked over to Mr. Wright, who was staring at him.

"W-what?" He asked, being broken out of his thoughts.
"For the fifth time, I said, 'I have a mission for you.' Daydreaming much?" Phoenix smirked at him, causing Apollo to blush.
"S-sorry. What do you want me to do?"
"Can you take something down to the detective's office for me? It's for Ema. Her birthday was the other day. I was a bit preoccupied, so…" He trailed off, getting up and walking into one of the other rooms. There was some shuffling of papers and bags, and he walked out with a small brown paper bag with a light green bow on it. The bag was covered in doodles (it turns out Mr. Wright was quite the artist) and most them had something to do with science or what seemed like an inside joke.
'I mean, 'Who wants to go swimming'? O-k then.

…!

W-wait! It was her birthday? Oh man...' But he had agreed to do it as soon as he heard detective's office and Ema.
"Sure." 'I can pick her something on the way there. Maybe?' He grabbed the brown bag, feeling its contents shift around.
"Thanks kid. You'll be paid back in luck for all your deeds."
Apollo just ignored him as he shut the door and began down the steps of the large building. Walking outside into the nice warmth of midday, he looked around at all the little signs of life going on in the city. People were walking around shopping, hanging out with friends, and just enjoying life. Apollo smiled as he walked down the street, bag in hand, toward his destination. Reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet he dragged it out and opened it up.
'Not to bad! Now, what would Ema like?'

~*~

'Hmph! Stupid fop and his stupid glimmerousness! Stupid higher ups, thinking they're the bosses of me!' Ema growled as she wrote out a description of a new case. Her nerves were wearing thin from lack of sleep (and snackoo's) and she was about ready to smack the next person she saw. 'If that idiot rock-diva comes back out to tease me again, I swear to what God there may be…'

"E-excuse me? Detective Skye?"

'…despite how unscientific that there is any God's at all. I mean, science just rules out that…'"Miss Ema?"

'I mean, seriously! Can it get any more obvious? I swear…'

"EMA!"

She jumped at the loud screeching that had occurred (and sounded oddly like her name). Whipping her head up, a death glare on her face, she prepared to let go of all the rage she had held up the past few days.
"Just what the hell do you think-" She stopped as she got a better look at who was shaking before her. Red vest, red pants, light blue tie, brown eyes and hair (really weird hair), bracelet…

"Apollo?" She asked, confused. He nodded and relaxed a little, feeling her anger die down. A few moments of silence occurred, as brown eyes met dark green. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks.
"O-oh! Apollo!" She said, this time a little more gleefully than last. Apollo gave a small smile, his cheeks slightly pink. She heard a few crinkles and looked eye level toward his hands. In one was a small brown paper bag with a green bow, while in the other was a simple white plastic bag and then a small light blue box wrapped up with a lime green ribbon. He followed her eyes to his hands and held out the gifts, placing the brown bagged one on her desk first.
"This is from Mr. Wright as a belated birthday gift."

Ema reached out for the bag, curious as to what was inside. She looked all around at its 'wrapping', and couldn't help but grin at a few of the little doodles. Ripping open the top, she gave a small gasp at what was inside. Apollo slightly sat on the least covered corner of her desk, attempting to get a better look at the gift.
"Ohhhh Mr. Wright!" Squealing slightly as she pulled out an old and beat up notebook, a brand new bottle of luminol, and (of course) a jar of finger print powder.
'Of course, get her some scientific trinkets.' Apollo thought idly, his attention focused to the notepad that she was currently waving around while trying to get the new bottle of luminol to work. "May I see?" Apollo pointed to the beat up old book, and Ema handed it to him, glad to have both hands free to work on the annoying bottle. Flipping through the begging, he found pages filled with random notes, drawings, and information. The title on the front read, "Scientific facts and Observations, as by Ema Skye."

'-NaCl does not go good in tea'
'-Lana does not like it when I tug on her scarf-or when I call it a scarf.' There was a hard to make out drawing of someone being choked by a scarf.
'-Jake likes to tease Lana about her hair?? '
'-Onions make people cry because of their chemical makeup and the gaseous chemicals they release.'
'-Scientific fact: Leeks taste gross!'
There was a face with a tongue sticking out. 'I-I don't think these are real scientific observations…' Apollo thought as he skipped a chunk of the book, skimming over some more random facts.

'-There are a lot of sub-departments in science…..Don't drink the blue liquid…The cake is a lie...I lost the game…Money does not grow on trees…'

'-Note to self: Mr. Wright likes to bang on the closest object when he makes an objection.'

Apollo stopped and flipped back a few pages. He read some more and found that Ema described in slight detail the time she spent with Phoenix. 'Now's my chance to find out more about Mr. Wright and Ema! Can't pass that up. A-and she gave me the notebook, willingly, so it's not like I'm breaking her privacy…' Apollo carefully, and gently, flipped farther back into the book, making sure not to rip any of the pages out and to get to the exact begging.

'-Mia Fey is a great lawyer, according to Lana. Her office address is…'
'-Phoenix Wright is a really weird name.' Apollo couldn't help but slightly smirk at this.
'-Mr. Wright likes to show random objects to people to make them talk.'
'-Note to self: The judge had to think before replying.' 'Looks like the judge was just as dull back then as he is now.'
'-Note to self: Mr. Edgeworth's sighs smell like citrus fruit.' There was a drawing of a man with short gray hair and the name 'Edgeworth' circled with little hearts all around it. 'Not creepy, at all.'
'-Attorney Wright gets bitten by snake.'

Now Apollo was even more confused, not to mention slightly freaked out. 'What the heck was this case about!?!?!'
"Uh-Detective Skye?" Apollo looked over to now the now frustrated Ema.
"Ema. And what?"
"Exactly what was the case you worked on with Mr. Wright about?" Ema turned to look at the young attorney, her gaze wondering to the notebook. Realization hit as her eyes lit up, and she snatched the observation book out of his hands.
"You like going through someone's personal belongings?" She gave him a slight glare.
"I asked if I could see it and you just handed it to me!" Apollo tried to argue his case, a frown making its way onto his face. Ema sighed and slammed the bottle of luminol on her desk. She leaned back in her chair and gave Apollo a smug look.
"I'll forgive you if you can open it." She motioned toward the abused can of luminol on her desk. Apollo looked down at the container filled with light blue liquid. He looked back up at Ema with a 'you-aren't-serious?' expression on his face. She just sat there and gave him a smirk. He grabbed the spray bottle and looked around it first. 'Usually there's a tab or you have to turn the nozzle.' He searched up and down but couldn't find a tab. 'Ema would have ripped it off anyway.' He went up and examined the was still smiling proudly, watching him look all around the bottle and tugging at random points. She wasn't the only one who had problems with these things. They make them to hard to open, it's like you pay for it and then you cant get it cause-

"Got it."

She leaned forward, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he gave and experimental squirt into his palm. He handed back to her. Now it was his turn to look smug.

"Normally I can get these things, but today…" She mumbled, looking away. "So, what are you doing here kid?" She finally asked, discarding the preciously annoying bottle into her bag.

'For the last time, I'm not a kid!' "Mr. Wright told me to bring that to you, as a late birthday gift." She nodded, looking over the fingerprint powder and notebook.
"The notebook was mine when I was 16. Most of it is filled with obviously useless things." She said in a bit of a sour tone. "But of course, there are some good things in it. Like the observations I made when I was with my sister or Mr. Wright or Mr. Edgeworth." She said the last name with a dreamy sigh."Mr. Edgeworth was the best prosecutor ever. " A feeling of nostalgia washed over Ema, her eyes growing like that of a teenager than adult. "When he and Mr. Wright would argue in court, it was really amazing! The court house would be filled to the brim, everyone hanging on each word that was said, each piece of evidence presented. They always managed to find out the truth. At first, Mr. Edgeworth tried to get a guilty verdict, no matter what! But then Mr. Wright came along and he helped him, just like he helped me." She finished in a low voice, staring into space idly while playing with a piece of her hair. Apollo sat there silently, listening to every word that came to the detective's mouth. He looked up when her voice grew quieter, instantly noticing her petite hand playing with her hair.

'Damn power.'
He had never seen the would-be forensic scientist in such a solemn mood, normally she would be angry and upset at having to investigate a crime scene without using science, munching contently on snackoo's, or smiling at everyone with an air of pride (but she would mainly be angry and upset). It was refreshing, and he couldn't help but stare at her up and down. Her lips formed into a slight smile as her head was tilted to the side, giving the impression that she was thinking or confused. Her back was slouched a tad bit, and her elbows rested on the top of her desk on top of whatever she had been working on. Her eyes are what were the most enticing; they were a dark green, even with the light on them, and were focused in on nothing. He could feel a slight blush rise to his cheeks are he observed her more (but he decided to stay gazing into her eyes for the most part).

They both stayed like this for a while longer, no one moving or saying anything. Ema came out of her daydream and noticed a pair of honey brown-red eyes staring at her. Now it was her turn to check him over, first starting with what was on his wrist.

It was a golden bracelet with a unique design engraved into it (they looked a lot like eyes). It wrapped around his small wrist quite nicely, fitting snugly yet with enough room to move up and down a bit. She wandered up to his face, starting with his lips. They were slightly parted, but other than that were in a small frown. His hair was still weird as ever, but she has gotten used to weird hair (everything from Mr. Wright to some of the cases she's taken) but his was really weird. The two pieces of hair gently went up and down with his breathing and movements of his head. She knew that he gelled them up to get like that (unlike Phoenix's freakishly natural spikes) as she would hear him complain to Trucy not to get them wet or touch them.

'I wonder what he'd look like if he didn't gel them up.' She asked herself, working her way down to his eyes. She had seen his powers in court, but she never had really taken to staring straight into his eyes for a long period of time. As of this moment, they were a dark chestnut brown (even in the light) and the more she stared the more she noticed. There were small strands of red going through out them, becoming more prominent with every second. She slightly froze, and as she did, the red became all but to obvious. 'S-so this is that 'power' he has, huh? Creepy…' She broke free of his gaze and looked down back at his bracelet.

"I never took you to be such an 'observer' of women like the idiot is." She spoke up, making him jump at the sudden sound. He turned away and blushed and tried to smooth down his antenna, only for them to jump back up after a second. 'How much gel does he exactly use?!'
"H-hey!" He spoke up after a moment, his Chords of Steel not entirely helping him this time.
"But then I went away with my sister to Europe and the likes." She continued her story, ignoring his false attempt at clearing his name. 'I'm not a pervert!' He thought, getting the urge to smack his face with his hand.
"I tried to track down any newspaper clippings or articles online to see how everyone was back in the states, and I wrote to both Maya and Mr. Wright."
'Note to self: Ask Trucy or Mr. Wright who this 'Maya' is. If they don't answer, then turn to internet.' He made a quick mental note, before going back to listen to Ema.
"A little while later, I found out what had happened." Her voice was now low again, no hint of emotion in it. "He lost his badge from presenting false evidence. I knew that couldn't have happened, that wasn't the defense attorney who had helped me out!" A few moments of silence passed, and Apollo could tell that it was painful for Ema to recall the facts.

'He had helped save her sister and her apparently. She said that he had even helped turn her life around. It must have been hard to learn that he had presented evidence, let alone lost his badge.'
"Ema, you-"
"That's when I decided that I would come back to help prove him innocent! It took seven years, but I'm back!" She cut him off while giving him a small glare for interrupting her story.
"Unfortunately, I wasn't able to pass my forensics exam." She whispered this, like it was some big secret. He could see her face was red from embarrassment. "That's when I came here and signed up to be a detective! I thought I could help Mr. Edgeworth with everything! B-but he went over to Europe a little after I left. That's when I saw the new prosecutor, if you would even call him that." Her voice was now upset and angry, like normal.
"That stupid fop is not even a real prosecutor! Prosecutors are strong, refined, classy and polite! That rock-diva doesn't qualify as any of those!" She was now fuming, ripping up a random piece of paper and making little paper balls from it.

Apollo couldn't help but give a small laugh at her intense hatred at the man. Ema stared up at him, confusion now written on her face (along with the anger).
"What so funny?"

"You're the only girl I think he's ever met who hasn't been swooned away by his looks and status." He finished, giving her a smile. She blushed, and looked away.
"Yeah? Well he's definitely not the prettiest guys ever, trust me. He's pretty darn close though…" She mumbled while rummaging around looking for some snackoo's. She could hear a few chokes and muffled laughs before giving up on her precious snacks and turning back to Apollo.

"What's-"Ema was stopped short as she saw him holding his hand up to his mouth, his other managing to keep his balance on the desk. His eyes were closed and his body was shaking. His hand was muffling what sounded like coughs.

He was laughing.

'He's laughing?' "It wasn't that funny!" This was the first time she had ever seen the young lawyer laugh, and honestly, it was making her a bit giggly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or snackoo's also?

"I-it was…the funniest thing…I...I've heard in a w-while." He managed to choke out without completely loosing it.
"S-stop it! You're making me laugh!" She hissed at him, but couldn't help smile and let a few chuckles and giggles escape. "I-I'm at work!"
"S-so? Laughter…i-is highly contagious." He now had to use both hands to muffle his now escaping laughter.
"There's n-no proof i-it is! They d-do u-use it as an alternative f-for-"She tried to explain, scientifically, what laughter was but to no use. She started to giggle even more and after a moment she started to laugh full-on. Apollo found he couldn't help it either and started to laugh also. The bustling noises stopped in the large detectives' office and all that could be heard was the sound of two people completely loosing it.
"P-people are s-staring-"
"W-who cares? M-Maybe if the t-think I've" Ema had to take a deep breath to try to calm herself down, but continued to laugh. "G-gone mad they'll l-l-let me into f-forensics."
"Haha, c-cause that m-makes perfect sense." Apollo faked a laugh, only for the both of them to burst into another fit of giggles. He almost dropped the packages he was carrying and fumbled around trying to catch them. This made Ema laugh even harder, and she had to hold onto the side of the desk to keep herself in her chair. After a few minutes of laughter (and mumbles from those in the precinct) Ema calmed down to ask the question that was on everyone's mind.
"W-what a-are we laugh-laughing at again?" She asked him, attempting to breathe despite the laughs and chuckles erupting from her lungs.
"I-I honestly h-have no idea any-any more. F-for the s-sake of laughing?" He said, looking over at her and shrugging, only to laugh more again.
"O-ok then? Th-this is s-so weird!" She called out, hearing Apollo laugh made her laugh more. "I-I don't think I-I've ever laughed thi-this long, i-is it h-healthy?"
"I-I've never laughed th-this long either! I-I don't kn-know if i-it is or-or not!" He called back. Tears formed in both of their eyes as Apollo wiped his away, but Ema didn't realize it even as they rolled down her cheeks.

This was the first time she was having fun at work! Well, she wasn't even really working, but that's what made it so much fun.

The laughter died down to chuckle and giggles coming from both, and Ema opened her eyes and attempted to focus through some of the tears. 'Hmm? I started to cry?' She went to wipe them away but felt someone else all ready doing that. Looking up she saw that Apollo had leaned over and had pulled his sleeve down and was gently drying her tears. His face was just a few inches away from her's, she could see his chest go up and down and heavy pants coming from his mouth, trying to regain all that lost air. She felt a blush crawl up onto her cheeks as she pushed her chair away, almost hitting the wall nearby.
"Th-thanks." She looked away and there was an awkward silence between them.

Apollo P.o.V

I stopped laughing enough to wipe my tears away and take a few gulps of breath.
'That was so utterly random. It's the most I've laughed since I've worked here.' I couldn't help but grin as I looked up and saw Ema still laughing. 'She's really pretty when she smiles.' As much of a fleeting thought as it was, it shocked me. I shook my head and looked back up, realizing Ema's laughter had died down to a few chuckles and giggles. I saw tear streaks coming down her cheeks and instantly got up to help wipe them away. I rolled down his sleeve and before I had a clue as to what I was doing, I was halfway across her desk, inches away from her face. Her skin was smooth and soft and I couldn't help but caress it for a few moments. She was pale with slight redness around her cheeks, and her eyes were red from the tears. It was like she was crying, which made me even more upset. Seeing her crying made him want to comfort her in any way possible, even if she wasn't really crying. The tears just didn't go with her normally upbeat or annoyed attitude.

'Huh?'

She pulled away, blushing and looking away, as I just stood there.

Why am I so stupid?
My arm falls down to rest on her desk, still outstretched. A few moments passed and nothing happened. We were both still sharing that awkward silence, taking everything in that just happened. I grabbed the white plastic bag and shoved it into her face, to try and break the awkward silence.

"Ema, this is for you."
"Apollo-"
"Was? What is going on in my precinct?" A smooth, suave, and very familiar, foreign voice interrupted the silence that had ensued in the offices. Apparently we were the entertainment, and soon to be the office gossip.

'Just amazing.'

"Fraulein hard at work as always I see?" Klavier came around the corner, looking as happy as ever. He saw me, and I gave him a smile and wave. He seemed pretty surprised to see me there, but quickly gave a smile.
"Ah! Herr Forehead, here to talk about the latest case?" Klavier gave that all knowing smile, leaning forward slightly and placing his hands on his hips.

"Haha Prosecutor Gavin. That's just so utterly funny." I mumbled turning away and feeling my face go slightly red with frustration. He grinned, showing off his perfectly perfect white teeth. He turned to look at Ema and his grin dropped an expression of what looked like worry on his face.

'What's wrong now?' I looked down toward Ema and couldn't help but looked a little surprised also. She was glaring up at the famed rock star- a glare filled with the utmost hatred. It looks like she attempted to wipe the tears away from her eyes (the ones I missed, at least) causing her eyes to get red. She didn't do to good of a job, for there were more tears streaming down her cheeks and it she kept blinking them back.
"What's wrong Ema?" Klavier said, completely serious. He walked a little closer and looked straight down at her. "What happened?" Ema's eyes automatically flicked over to me, pleading for me to get him away and make him stop. I couldn't hold back a slight smirk.
'She really hates him.' Despite this, I still felt a pang of envy on how close he was getting to her.
"Herr Forehead." His voice was dead serious, which caused me to jump just a little bit.

"Did you do this to her?"

By this; I'm guessing making her cry.

"WHAT? Of course not!" I said, my turn to seethe and be angry. 'I can't believe he would think that!' I gave him a glare as he brought his head up. He was staring at me, no expression other than a slight frown on his face. I shivered a little bit; it was creepy how much he could really look like his brother.

He had pulled out a handkerchief (complete with the Gavinners symbol on it) and handed it to Ema. She refused and turned batting his hand away. He tried to get closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, taking the handkerchief and attempting to wipe her tears away. She was obviously trying to get out of it, shaking and squirming and trying to get him off.

"Get off, for one. And two, don't call me Ema." She said bluntly, finding and opening and pushing him off, making him stumble back.
"Come one, bitte? I hate to see girls cry, especially my girl." He teased, wrapping his arm around her again and bringing her close to his chest. He kept trying and she kept resisting.
"Get OFF you idiot!" She practically screamed at him, punching his chest slightly. He laughed and gave her a smile that would make any girl faint.

But she just wasn't any girl.

I could feel my blood boil and my hands curl into fists.

"Stop teasing and leave her alone Gavin. Can't you see she's uncomfortable?" I hissed and aimed a glare straight at him. They both stopped and looked up at me, surprised at my tone of voice and lack of formality. Ema saw her opening and pushed him off again, attempting to straighten up her hair and clothes. She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with surprise but thanks.

"Well now Herr Forehead, got your panties in a bunch?" He teased after overcoming the slight shock of my outburst.
"Don't you have work to do?" I said coldly, giving him a bit of devilish smirk.
"I would say the same, but it's quite obvious you don't." He shot back in a mocking sort of way. Both of us were on the tips of our toes, ready to attack each other. We stayed like that for a few tense moments, before a small cough brought us out of our glaring match.

"What do you need?" Ema asked Klavier, his expression now going to one of glee.
"Why so serious fraulein? Is it a crime to just come in and say hi?" He stuck a hand in his pocket and gave her a wink.
"Yes. Now please leave, and for the sake of everyone, don't come back." She crossed her arms and gave a small 'humph'.
"What about Herr Forehead here? If you're so busy, he should leave too, ja?" Klavier looked over at me with a smile, but it was obvious he was annoyed.
"He's not bothering me as much as you are. And he was just about to leave, right Apollo?" She turned to me and nodded her head, still upset. I didn't want to leave, so I hesitated for a moment.

"Yeah." I sighed. "Mr. Wright's probably wondering what happened to me." I slowly walked over towards where Klavier had entered, taking my time.
"Bye Ema, I'll see you later." I smiled brightly at her, and turned to walk out of the maze of desks and other officers. "C'mon Prosecutor Gavin, you've got loads of work to do." I replied sarcastically, slumping and sticking my hands in my pockets, walking casually through the department like I had been there hundreds of times before (which probably wasn't that far from the truth). I could hear footsteps coming from behind, attempting to make catch up with the distance I had just walked.
"What took you so long?" I asked without looking up.

"Hmm? Just saying goodbye, ja?" He sounded a little shaken up, making me smile a bit. 'Ema, Ema, Ema.' I 'tsked' to myself, wondering what miniscule task he could have done that would have gotten her upset enough to make him that upset.
We continued to walk in silence until the front doors to the precinct came into view. I held the door open for him, being the chivalrous guy I am.
"Danke." He mumbled as I nodded.
"Did you really come all the way down here to say hi?" I couldn't help but ask, feeling stupid as soon as I asked it. He looked at me, confused at first, before realization hit.

"Nein, of course not." He laughed slightly; I could feel my cheeks get red out of embarrassment. "I had to drop some things off, get some results, look at some new cases..." He trailed off, casually scratching the back of his head. "I couldn't help but say hi all those I work with often." It made sense; I would have done the same thing.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you. Soon, I hope. I need to pay rent." I gave a pathetic wave goodbye, starting to turn away, deciding that walking is cheaper than taking the bus.

"How?" He blurted out suddenly. I spun around and looked at him, my turn to be confused. "How?"

"What-"

"How? Why isn't Ema mad at you, hate you? How did you do that?" He was staring straight through me, his eyes blank. I was taken back, to say the least. It was such a simple question (and odd one, but rather simple). I pondered for a moment, thinking about how we, her and me, became friends.
"Well…" I said slowly, unsure. "I know that she likes science, so that's really where it all started. After that, we started to talk about the little things. Weather, friends, the case…" I looked at Klavier, hoping he would be satisfied.

"Ja, ja, I know that much. I've tried talking to her, but she doesn't try back." He let out an exasperated sigh, his hand going up to play with his bangs. I automatically zoned in on it, feeling my bracelet pulse.

"That's because…you don't talk to her." I stated solemnly, my brain finally churning out an answer to his answer. "You don't truly talk to her." Now my eyes went blank, a sad smile on my face. "You tease her and just assume that she'll start to fawn over you like another one of your fans. That no matter what you say to her she's just fine with it. You have to listen to her as much as she listens and puts up with you. She may seem rude and mean at times, but she's just being honest. Accept what her hobbies and habits are, and try to get why she does them. B-but don't question her too much on things like her past, or she'll hit you with on of her snacks or get just as mad at you…" I trailed off, coming out of my trance. I scratched the back of my head, another embarrassed expression on my face. I saw that he was looking at me, his mouth hanging slightly open.
"Uh, Prosecutor Gavin?" I asked after a few minutes. "S-sorry, that wasn't a really good answer."

"Nein…no, no, thank you. I do know something I hadn't before." He smiled at me ever so slightly, before turning around and heading toward the parking lot. "Need a ride home?"
"Thanks but no thanks. It's a lot easier to walk." I turned around in the other direction. "See you around!" I called out, taking a few steps only to be stopped again.
"I won't give up." He called out, still walking towards the parking lot.

'Give up…?' "On what?" I called back, looking over my shoulder to see his retreating figure.

"You've got some competition now, all right Herr Forehead?" He kept on walking, not even bothering to answer my question. "Let's see who the better observer is."
'What is he talking about?' Sighing again, I kept on walking, not even bothering to understand a thing that comes out of his mouth anymore. 'Hmm…What time is it?' Checking my phone, I jumped. I cursed under my breath, now running to get back. 'I'm really, really late! The bus, a ride, why didn't I say yes?!' I made sure to hit a stray can without tripping, watching as it went flying into an alley.

'It only felt like a half our! Mr. Wright better not take my pay check away again!'

(A/N:) Laugh attack! xD Thats only the first part, I'll post the second one in a few days. Sorry if there was a lot of mix up with the tenses or point of views! o.o
Thanks for reading!