Hi guys, and welcome to my first collection! I am open to requests. Oh yeah, and I need you to send me some, as the third chapter will not be written until I get a request. Ok, I thought I'd kick this off with a simple, quick Layton x Emmy. Enjoy!

THe sun shone through the gap in the blinds, directly landing on the Professor's face. His eyes flicked open, and he realised he had fallen asleep on the sofa again. "I must remember to go home after work tonight" he said. He said that every morning. Staring at the large pile of paperwork on the coffee table, the Professor sighed and reached into his pocket for a pen. As he pulled one out, he glanced at the clock sitting on his desk. It was 7 o' clock. By the Professor's watch, that was way too early, and he was going to start losing sleep.

He was about to begin with the paperwork, when there was a knock at the door, startling him. His pen left a huge and nasty ink splodge on the form. Who would come calling at this time? He pretended to be busy, looking down at his forms and yelling for the person to come in.

"It's been a while... Professor..." said a very familiar voice.

The Professor dropped his pen again. He knew exactly who it was...

"Hello... Emmy... Long time no see." he exclaimed as he looked up. He was greeted by a wide smile that he had missed oh so dearly.

"Hiya! I thought I'd drop by again, say hi, you know..." she said, and looked at his smile that she had missed oh so dearly.

"Yes. Yes, I do know. Tea?" he asked, gesturing towards the pot that stood on the table. She nodded, and sat down as the Professor poured it into two mugs.

"You see, Professor, I need to ask something." she said, and looked up to see if he was paying attention.

"Go on, my dear." said the Professor, taking a sip of his tea.

"Well, I was wondering if..." she paused, took a deep breath, and finished. "you were looking for an assistant again." SHe looked up at the Professor, who was stunned.

"Well, I... Um, er, ah... Yes, of course. When do you, umm... Ahem, want to start?" asked the Professor.

"Well, I asked Dean Delmona if I could start today..."

"TODAY? My word, Emmy. That is very short notice." said the Professor, quite startled. "But, yes of course. It'll be nice to have some company, what with Luke gone and Flora at school."

"Okay! So, have we got a case?" said Emmy, clearly quite intent on starting right away.

"Ah, no, I'm afraid, my dear... I have to get these marked by tonight. But, could you fetch the letters from my pigeonhole?"

"Oh..." Emmy's face fell, then brightened again. "Of course, Professor!"

Ten minutes passed, and the Professor wondered where Emmy was. His pigeonhole was in the staff room, which was only 2 minutes away. He glanced out of the door. Emmy was a few metres away, with her hands in her face. "What's wrong, my dear?" asked the Professor.

"Oh! Professor!" she turned to him. "It's okay, don't worry about me."

"But, you are obviously distressed. Is something troubling you?"

"Well... It's just, I've failed at everything. I dated a man, he dumped me, I failed Uncle Leon, I even failed you." she said, and tears came rolling down her cheeks. "And I'm going to do it again, I can feel it. But I don't want to hurt you like I did all those years ago."

The Professor pulled her into a hug. "Now, now, dear. The past has been forgotten, and we must look to the future. You must be optimistic about it. Stat close to the things you love, and try to pursue them no matter what."

Emmy pulled out of the hug, and followed upwards. All of a sudden, she leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Then I'll stay as close as I can to you." she said. The Professor smiled and leaned in. They kissed again, long and pationnate this time until-

"Emmy..." asked the Professor. " Do you want to go on a date sometime this week?" asked the Professor?

Emmy paused, then... "I think..." she said

"Yes?"

"I think I would like that." she finished. They both smiled at each other, and walked back into the office hand in hand.