Authors note: I don't own the Ace Attorney series nor anything else written in here.
Apollo was resting on the desk, on the verge of sleeping, when the phone rang loudly, jolting him awake.
"Hello?" He mumbled sleepily.
"Herr Forehead?" Apollo recognised the voice.
"What do you want...? I've got three cases to work on, and-"
"Ja, it's about work. Someone's contacted me, they want you to defend them."
"Huh?" Apollo sat up, suddenly wide awake. "Who?"
"His name is..." Apollo could hear some rustling of what seemed to be paper at the other end of the line. "...Eyema Lye. But the only problem is... Well, he's in Spain."
"Spain, huh... Wait, you have contacts in Spain!"
"Ja, Herr Forehead. I grew up in Europe, remember?" Klavier laughed.
"...Oh, right. Well, I'm sort of busy, two of the cases finish tomorrow..."
"Well, his trial starts in a week. Plenty of time, ja? Anyway, I'll tell him you've said yes. Auf Wiedersehen!"
"Wha-? Wait!" Apollo was too late. The line went dead, leaving him to sigh, pick up his pen and finish penning the reports he'd been too busy to write.
Klavier stood at the airport, waiting for Apollo to arrive. He stood waiting by the cafe, sipping a cup of coffee. Along with Phoenix, Trucy, Daryan, and Ema, they had been waiting for him to arrive for over an hour. Eventually a red-clad figure appeared on the other side of the hall, running and dragging a suitcase behind him.
"Sorry I'm late- ...Wait. What's everyone doing here? I thought this was a case?" Apollo looked around at the unexpected people, and more importantly, their amount of luggage. They each had about 3 or 4 times the amount he had, even Trucy.
"Ja, I lied." Klavier grinned as if it was no big deal.
"What? Why!"
"Because I knew you'd never take time off otherwise." Klavier picked up his bag.
"No, I wouldn't! I really need to go, I have cases to finish, clients to prove innocent..." Apollo felt a hand clamp on his shoulder.
"Herr Forehead, you need a vacation." Apollo couldn't really disagree. So he let himself be steered through the lobby, and towards the check-in desks.
And that's how Apollo found himself on a plane headed towards Costa del Sol, Spain, accompanied by a prosecutor, two detectives, his mentor and his mentor's daughter. And in the middle of an argument over who was paying for the in-flight drinks.