A/N: As many of you know, I used to write Glee fanfiction, as Finchel/Monchele is my all-time OTP (Justicykes is my #2). This fanfiction is loosely based on a Glee fanfiction that I had read (and favorited) years ago. Anyway, the title of this fanfiction is based of the song "Vacation" by Superfruit. Please enjoy this not-so-dark fanfiction!

Chapter One

July 21, 2017

4:38 PM PST

Wright Anything Agency

"Come over in my direction. So thankful for that, it's such a blessin', yeah. Turn every situation into heaven, yeah"

Lyrics being screamed by the top of the lungs of my junior co-worker. This god-forsaken song, again. I swear, if I hear "Despacito" out of the mouth of anyone else in this office the rest of the day, I am going to grab the spare pillow that Mr. Wright leaves in his office, and scream into it.

And yes, Mr. Wright keeps a spare pillow in his office. He claims that it is for when he "works late, and Maya wants to sleep on his couch." Nice try, Mr. Wright; we know you bang your girlfriend in your office at night, and fall asleep here. I've seen your walks of shame to your car in the morning, wearing the same clothes as the day prior. You can't hide from me (especially when you schedule me from 7-5).

Regardless, I'm gonna scream if I hear this song one more time.

"Yes! I love that song!" I hear as I type up the final touches to a case file. I sigh; now the boss's daughter wants to sing along to said terrible song. Trucy probably only knows this song because she heard Athena sing it once. She's very uncultured; blame her father for that.

"Come sing it with me then! Despacito. Quiero respirar tu cuello despacio. Deja que te diga cosas al oído. Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo. Despacito." I hear my co-worker singing in near perfect Spanish. Never would I think that a lawyer whom spent the bulk of her teenage years in England, would speak such eloquent Spanish. I learned this a few days ago, when I heard Athena singing from her desk. I was absolutely memorized by the fluency in her voice while singing.

There's many factors that make up the being of Athena Cykes, and I always find myself fascinated by the factors I do not expect.

She is not only my co-worker, but she's one of my closest friends. Since joining the Wright Anything Agency, Athena has brought a more airy vibe to our office; Mr. Wright's personality has relaxed some, Trucy has a female friend/female figure to look up to (other than Maya). Well, for me, you ask? I find myself smiling more, and making jokes more, now that she's around.

But, I don't like her. Not like that.

"Nah, I don't know Spanish, Thena." Trucy states, while dancing around to the song playing in the background. Oh, right. Where's Mr. Wright's pillow at again?

"Hi Polly!" Pops up, out of nowhere, in front of my desk. Her red hair whipping me in the face, she stares at me with the biggest smirk I've ever seen.

"Watch it with your hair. At this rate, you could whip Franziska with it in court as payback," I joke with her, as I close my laptop. "Shouldn't you be working?"

"Oh please, Apollo," she says, taking a bite of a double chocolate chip cookie. Wait, where did she get that? I want one! "It's a late Friday afternoon. We haven't been working on a case in two, maybe three weeks now. What work do I have to do?"

She's got a point. Our last case ended about two and a half weeks ago, and even then, the case wasn't something to brag about.

I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but I shall anyway: our client was being accused of stealing food from a fast food restaurant chain. The client "allegedly" hid in the bathroom of the restaurant for hours upon end, until the store closed. From there, he would leave the bathroom and sneak behind the counter, and take multiple food items. From there, he'd leave the store. He was found on camera, multiple times doing so, at fifteen different locations within the Los Angeles area. Of course, he was found guilty, and rightfully so.

And to be honest, Mr. Wright took on this case out of desperation. We're not usually busy during the summer, being that many living in the L.A. city limits leave the area for vacation. So, for us, we're left here, pretending to work for 9 hours. Fortunately enough, Athena and I have found interesting ways to pass the time.

"True," I state. "However, we could at least make ourselves look like we're working. I just sent the finished case file off to the prosecution office. Hopefully, Mr. Edgeworth receives it." Lucky him, he's vacationing abroad in Cohdopia; something about "visiting an old friend."

"Knowing Mr. Edgeworth, he'll drop everything to store the case file." Trucy exclaims. "Well Trucy," Athena explains to her. "I'm pretty darn sure that his reasoning for being in Cohdopia is serious." "I guess," Trucy says, disappointedly.

I hear footsteps approaching, large footsteps. Uh huh, the boss is walking in. "Apollo, Edgeworth thanks you for the case file!" Mr. Wright's voice seems extra peppy today. Oh God, was he in the office, getting laid, while we were in here? Jesus Christ, get a room you two!

"Well, I have good news for you two," he announces. "And you too, Trucy."

"YAY! DADDY YOU AND MAYA ARE FINALLY GETTING MARRIED! AM I YOUR FLOWER GIRL?!" Trucy yells, dancing around the office. Mr. Wright looks at her, with his confused, worried face.

"No Trucy, we're not getting married," he responds, then turns to us to state, "No way I could afford that right now."

Poor Trucy pouts, slouches back down on Athena's desk chair. "One day, Trucy. One day." Athena hugs her, calming her down.

"However, I got off the phone with Maya earlier. We were having a conversation about the office, and how, well, lackluster, our cases have been the past month or two."

You got that right, Mr. Wright.

"She thought it would be a good idea for a vacation. When her sister used to hold the reigns of this office, we were given a week's vacation every year. We're reinstalling this starting now, and what better way to christen this returning benefit than an office vacation."

What? V…vacation? Did I hear Mr. Wright correctly? We're going on a vacation?

"We booked us a place in Big Sur, a place where my parents used to take me when I was a child. There'll be six of us in one condo there: Myself, Maya, you three, and we convinced Pearls to come with us."

"When do we leave, Boss?" Athena asks. Hopefully, we won't be waiting for an entire month for said trip. "Well, our condo will be ready tomorrow morning by 10 AM. Maya, Pearl, Trucy, and I will be leaving very early tomorrow to get there. You two are on your own though. Just be there before 5, We, especially Maya, don't wanna be waiting for you two to eat."

"Wait, tomorrow? Big Sur is about 5 hours away from here! Is this really possible, Mr. Wright?" I ask. I'm not too sure about this drive, I hate driving a long distance, especially by myself. Clay and I used to drive six to seven hours up to visit old friends in Santa Rosa, and we used to split the driving. Of course, he and I were never alone either: always picked up some girls along the way to take up there. But, that's another story for another day.

"It'll be fine, Apollo. I have faith that you could drive that long." Mr. Wright attempts to boost my faith in driving. "Well, it's about 5 now. You guys go home and prepare for tomorrow. See you then. Come on, Trucy, we have to go back." He walks back into his office, with Trucy.

I sigh. I'm really not comfortable driving by myself for five and a half hours to a place I've never been to before. It'll just remind me more and more of missing my best friend.

"Um, Athena?" I ask my junior-coworker. I have an idea, but who knows if she'll agree to it. She closes her laptop, and turns around to meet eyes with me.

"What's up, Apollo? You seem a bit shaky." I sigh, "I just…I'm not comfortable driving on my own for that length of time, you know?" She sees the disappointment in my eyes, I can tell.

"Say no more, Polly. I get it. If you'd like, I could go with you" she proposes.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna owe you anything…" Which is true, I hate owing people things for favors like this.

"You're not gonna owe me anything. I would be happy to! Plus, it would save gas, and therefore, less gas money. If only I'd get paid more, I could afford a better car!" She uttered the last part loud enough, so the entire city could here her.

"In your dreams, Cykes" was uttered from our boss's office. She and I chuckle at his remark.

"Pick you up tomorrow morning? Say, around 9?" I ask, while grabbing my suitcase, about to walk out the office door.

"Sure. See you tomorrow, Polly." She says, as I leave the agency office.

As I walk out of the office, I find myself humming a certain song.

"Despacito. This is how we do it down in Puerto Rico. I just wanna hear you screaming, '¡Ay, Bendito!' I can move forever cuando esté contigo."

God dammit, Athena.

You're gonna get it tomorrow.