Author's Note: Caution: there are spoilers to the first case of Apollo Justice, concerning the matter of death.

Yes, I've taken a note from Gavin Gal and MissYoui, and I've allowed music to be my main inspiration here. There were two songs that pretty much summarize the theme behind this rather short oneshot: "Welcome to the World" by Kevin Rudolf (feat. Rick Ross) and "Rock Show" by Lady Gaga. I know, it's shameless pop. Nevertheless, please enjoy. :D


Rock stars were allowed to have fun. One could say the usual hard-rocking, party-loving lifestyle of most rock stars required it. Klavier Gavin was no different.

Thus, fate found the German prosecuting rock star in a nightclub in the early hours of the morning, dancing his heart out with a dozen absolutely gorgeous fangirls to, on some occasions, his own band's songs.

Also, as fate would have it, he happened to spy a familiar young woman sitting at at bar. Well, she was slumped over the bar really. The bartender, an expression of concern on his face, was leaning over the counter talking to her.

"Atchung, ladies, I must go now~," the handsome foreigner said to his flock of fangirls.

"Aww, but Klavy~" they wailed. His melodic voice cut them off, "No, no, ladies, don't fret.l'll return some other day. Now stay here and enjoy yourselves, ja?"

With that he left them and wandered over to the woman at the bar. He could hear the bartender's gruff comments over the throbbing base of whatever the song was playing.

"Listen, lady, you can't have any more! I'll call a cab for you, but that's it." The bartender was getting annoyed now. Detective Skye had fallen asleep and was clearly ignoring him.

"That's alright." Klavier came up and stood near Ema. "I'm a friend. I'll take her home."

The bartender looked skeptical at first, but to ease his doubts Klavier placed his hand on his detective's shoulder. She turned her head, still on her arms, to look at him.
"Glimmer boy, what are you doing here?"
"Taking you home, Fraulein," he said cheerfully.
"Oh. Hrmmm...I suppose I could go home. Out of snackoos, you see. Has nothing to do with *hic* you."
Klavier smiled a little, amused. She was drunk and still defensive around him.

The German prosecutor put his arm around her waist to support her as he walked and she stumbled out. When they got outside, he sat her down on a bench on the sidewalk and flipped open his phone. Luckily, he hadn't taken his hog out tonight, it was in an autoshop getting repairs (the motorcycle had another clogged exhaust pipe, he should really be more careful). Thus, he didn't have to worry about coming back and getting his ride when he ushered a clearly inebriated Ema Skye into his limo ten minutes later.

He sat quietly on a seat in the back of the vehicle as it drove off. Ema, sitting up next to him and practically oblivious to her surroundings, almost fell into his lap when the limo executed a turn.
"Woah there, Fraulein," he said, concerned, as he caught her and set her back up in a sitting position.
Satisfied, he took out his phone again and flipped through its contents for his coworker's information. Occupied with his phone, he didn't notice there was another turn coming up and this time Ema did, in fact, fall into his lap.

At first he was startled, and then couldn't help but be smug. She looked so peaceful, sound asleep. This was probably the first time she'd ever been close enough to touch him and hadn't been pissed off. Turning his attention back to his phone, he pulled up her home phone number, having her home address underneath it. This he dictated to the driver, who Klavier saw nod and take another turn. This done, Klavier looked back down at the sleeping woman in his lap. He touched her shoulder, ready to set her upright again, before sighing and coming to the conclusion that such an action was useless, and that Ema at this point was too drunk to care anyway.

Idly, he brushed some strands of hair off her face and tucked them behind her ear. The action brought her a little out of her stupor.
"Mmm..." She muttered, her blue eyes misty and just barely visible as they peered from half opened lids.

"Good evening, Fraulein," Klavier said, uncharacteristically gently. He realized this entire situation was uncharacteristic. She, though one could say almost as childish as him, was usually the responsible one at work, herding his fangirls out of the perimeters of crime scenes, and yelling at him to get his paperwork done on time so that she wouldn't have to. He had never thought about it before now. And even now, he was caught off guard when she started to speak.

"I've had this dream before," Ema stated slowly and sleepily. She still wasn't all there.

"Oh really~, Fraulein? What did you dream about, then?" He was back to his usual self now, no doubt. Klavier was visibly gleeful and anxious to hear whatever drunken confession his subordinate was about to make.

"Mmhmm, yes," she slurred, stirring a little. Her eyes closed as she began to sink back into sleep. "The murder weapon is the chardonnay bottle. The killer-one of the fans. I told him he shouldn't lead them on the way he did."

Klavier's jaw dropped. He was shocked and speechless, mentally kicking himself. This was Detective Skye he was talking to, even with her sleeptalking, what had he expected to hear from her?

He was so off-put by her rambling that he almost didn't hear her last words.

"There was an absolutely perfect fingerprint on the bottle's neck though. What a joy to be a scientific investigator..."


Not what you expected, was it? ;D I hope they weren't too OOC for you. I really wanted to use this plot. XD
And if you're wondering how the songs I mentioned earlier fit into this, I was mainly inspired by their overwhelmed theme. I dunno.
"She saw the bright lights/she caught the fever." Yeah, I'm rather strange.
Anyway, I've decided to do sort of what MissYoui is doing, and that would be compiling all my unrelated oneshots as a single story. Soo, let me know what you think of this one, and I should be back with another soon. So far, I've only grown more deeply attached to this pairing. XD