AN: Ok, this is my first fic written in English (and first PW fic). So I suppose the text might be pretty simple at first. This is going to be a long and weird fic, but I'll try to make things clearer, eventually. So, eventual Miles x Phoenix, and some OCxOC. Heh, I don't usually like OCs, but...

Beta: sweetbreakdown (Thank you a lot)

Hope you enjoy!

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Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

It was eleven PM when the phone rang, waking the extremely tired Phoenix up with the Steel Samurai theme. Angrily he threw his pillow at the phone, but that didn't make the ringing stop. Phoenix had been working a lot for a couple of weeks, which had completely worn him out. He had been relieved when he realized that this night he could finally sleep well, but apparently he wasn't so lucky. He searched table next to his bed with his hand to find the phone without opening his eyes. He fought the urge to throw the phone to the wall and finally answered.

"Hello?" He didn't bother to say anything else; maybe it was just a pocket call or something so he would be able to go to sleep again.

What Phoenix didn't know was that this phone call would keep him awake for many, many more hours.

"Nick." A voice called him. Phoenix's eyes went wide open. He recognized that voice.

"…Al?" Phoenix sat up on his rubbing his eyes, "What is it?" Suddenly he wasn't so sleepy anymore. Something told him there was something wrong. Terribly wrong.

"…I think I'm in trouble. I might need a lawyer." The voice on the phone said with a slightly sad voice, which made Phoenix shiver a little. This didn't sound too good.

"Where are you?" Phoenix asked, a little afraid. It wouldn't be good if the other was in the Detention Center: it was always hard to see a client behind the walls. And this person was different.

"Cranberry Street, 3 B 2. The police are already coming."

The line went mute.

"Damn it." Phoenix cursed.



When Phoenix finally arrived at Cranberry Street the police were already there, busy investigating the place. He desperately tried to find that one person who he came there for and, after a while of looking around he finally saw him. He, a dark haired man with glasses, was standing next to a police car, handcuffs on his wrists, roughly held by a couple of police officers.

"Al..." Phoenix breathed out, and hurried closer.

The man lifted his gaze on Phoenix when he arrived.

"Nick…" He looked at Phoenix with sad eyes, which somehow made Phoenix's throat dry. He was at loss of words. He had never thought that this person could be accused of any crimes. He was far too kind a person to have done anything bad. Phoenix took a deep breath to collect himself and made eye contact with the police officers.

"Could I possibly talk with him for a while, in private?" He asked showing his badge at the same time. The police officers seemed to think about it for a while, then nodded and left, but stayed close by where they could have an eye on the young man. No need, Phoenix thought, this person wouldn't run. Ever.

Phoenix's eyes fell on the man before him. He sighed quietly trying to be brave in this situation. The other man respected him, and if he was nervous, what would it make his customer feel like? No, he had to smile, like Mia had told him.

Calming himself down Phoenix laid his arm on the man's shoulder and looked deep into his eyes.

"Now, Al, tell me what happened."