This is a story written for Dragonridingattorney43's request. JakexLana, story set in Apollo Justice time.

Enjoy it xx

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She had watched her sister get on the plane destined to England. She acted cool around the teenage girl, claiming she didn't care and that frankly, it was an ungrateful way of repaying her for caring for the teen. Ema's response to her big sister Lana was that she had suffered when Lana went to the trial and now she wanted to follow her heart. They stood, staring at each other's eyes before both said:

"We shouldn't hate each other." Ema was disappointed nobody she had told she was leaving had turned up to say those last goodbyes. She especially wanted one person – namely cowboy cop Jake Marshall to be there. Not because she had a stupid teen crush on him, oh no, it was because everyday even though everyone knew she did – Lana denied she liked him.

The cowboy rushed through the terminal looking at the huge queue (mostly of tourists) destined for 'London Heathrow' the girls had to be in there somewhere! He stopped to catch his breath and noticed the white coat of Ema's away from the queue.

"Bambina! Wait up!" He called.

"Jake? What are you doing here?" Was Lana's question.

"Jake, you came to say goodbye to me!" Ema smiled.

"Uh-huh, here you go." He handed her the small brown bear in Lana's uniform. "A souvenir to remind you to keep in touch with your sister."

"Oh wow, thank you!"

"That's real nice Jake."

"And a gift from me." He pulled the hat from the top of his head and dropped it on hers. "Don't be a stranger to us when you're over the sea, y'all got that?"

"Of course!" Ema glanced at the queue. "I'd better get going. The queue's moving."

As soon as the girl in the lab coat had entered the departure lounge Lana could no longer control her emotions.

"Kid's gonna be alright Lana. Y'all got nothing to worry about with that one." He wasn't much good with woman but he knew how to get to this one's heart. "We should get on down to a saloon."

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Her sister had long since returned to America. That was a memory to her now. All she recalled other than that was that Jake was stolen away from her. That night when she had went with Jake back to his apartment, his ex – Angel Starr was on the couch. In her hand she had a freshly cut key for the new locks and she was sprawled in a seductive, cat like way on the couch. She remembered being so mad at him that she didn't want the answer, yet she longed for it deep down. When he gave her the explanation she calmed and yet she always found herself in competition with the lunch box delivering ex-cop.

Ema had been shocked to see no wedding ring or mention of Jake when she appeared at her sister's front door with the failed forensics paper in her hand. Lana was still the same strong willed woman she was when Ema left yet she became quite isolated at the mention of the cowboy. Since leaving (or more accurately being told to leave) her job as a prosecutor she had become a massage therapist and was just as good at that as prosecuting.

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The detective in the white lab coat gathered her stuff in her bag and mumbled goodbye to everyone in the room. At least when she got home she could steal some of her sister's amazing bubble bath and oil and have nice warm bath – the way she always began her weekend. As always though, her mood was destroyed as she passed the arrogant, dark blonde woman who had stolen the man her sister loved. Angel and she never spoke and never fought, they just gave dirty looks to each other as they passed in the street.

Hm…haven't seen Apollo all day. Guess he decided to take the day off and relax since Phoenix and Trucy have gone on holiday for a couple of weeks. Ema threw her bag down by the door, she could tell by the sweet scent that hovered in the air that Lana was with a client. She went into the kitchen to see what food was left in the fridge.

" What do you think you're doing Ema?" Ema spun round to her sister.

"Erm…nothing…" She dropped the bag of snackoos back into the fridge.

"This is why you don't eat your dinner when you get it ya know!"

Even though Ema could care for herself; Lana still treated her like a young child.

"I passed Angel again on the way." Ema sulked as she sat in the living room.

"I don't care about that snob as it happens."

"Don't lie." Ema grabbed the remote control off of the coffee table and life sprang into the television. "I don't know why you left it so long to tell him you loved him and wanted to be in his bed."

"That last bit was unnecessary Miss 'I fancy the lawyer'."

"Fancy the?" Ema blushed furiously. "I do not fancy Apollo!"
"See what I mean, you're doing the same as me! You're putting off your feelings because you don't want to know what your family thinks of them."

"I thought Jake was a real nice guy and a good match for you when I was a kid." Ema stopped on the news channel.

"Well I think Apollo is one of those romantic types and a good match for you." Lana replied honestly. "Now excuse me while I finish off with my client." She headed off to the back of the house and opened the glass door where the inside was shielded off with pale blue curtains.

"My sister's just being stupid…" Ema stared at her cellphone in her hand. "Guess it wouldn't hurt to see if he's doing alright with no Trucy."

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"Nnng…" Apollo groaned, reaching for cellphone just level with his eyes. Fell asleep at my desk again… "Hello?"

"Hey there sleepy, you aren't sounding too good today." Ema chuckled.

"I feel asleep at my desk, I've got a real bad feeling my neck's gonna hurt after this."

"I rang to see if you'd hung yourself from the lights out of boredom yet." Ema said bluntly.

"Thank you… for your kind words?" Apollo laughed sarcastically. "What's the real reason you called?"

"How'd you like to help me do some investigating?"

"Depends who and what we're investigating." Apollo still didn't lift his head.

"Ever heard of an ex-cop who was demoted to one of our security guards called Jake Marshall?" Ema waited. "He's my sister's secret love from the past."

"Does he wear a cowboy suit?"

"Yeah."

"I know him. Quite well actually." Apollo recalled chatting to him on occasions when waiting around for someone in the precinct and the guy was wondering round looking for someone or something. "What are we investigating about him?"

"Does this mean you're interested?" Ema knew how to snare Apollo in her traps.

"Why not?" He chuckled.

"We're going to investigate his relationship with Angel Starr…the lunch deliverer who I don't think you've met."

"Starr…?" Apollo felt a lump form in his throat.

"Something wrong?"

"No! Nothing! I'm fine!" Apollo yelled suddenly.

"If you're sure."

"This Starr woman, she isn't the daughter of famous attorney Leia Starr is she?" Apollo felt faint.

"Yeah, I think so." Ema got the snackoos from the fridge again. "Why the bad reaction."

"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Apollo felt bile rise in his throat - the mention of the woman had caused it.

"Apollo!" Ema yelled at the cellphone and no reply came back.

"Something wrong Ema?" Lana joined her sister with a wad of cash in her hand.

"I rang Apollo to ask him to help me with something to do with Angel and he suddenly felt sick and now he won't answer…" Ema felt so guilty.

"Bizarre…"

"Ugh…" Apollo held the cellphone close to his ear as he gargled the water and spat it back into the cup. "…sorry… a bad memory from the past…"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah…I'll be…" He gripped his neck in pain. "Fine!" He groaned. "My neck's killing like crazy."

"Is the kid ok?" Lana asked, genuinely concerned for the sake of the young attorney.

"I think he is." Ema replied.

"May I talk to him?" Ema handed the phone to Lana. "You alright kid?"

"Uh…hey Lana. Yeah I'm alright. Feeling really light headed and my neck hurts."

"Ya know bed's are for sleeping in not desks." Lana laughed when Ema first told her about Apollo's bad habit to overexert himself then he'd pass out at his desk. "Why'd you feel sick at the mention of Angel?"

"Please don't say her name!" He cried as more bile rose. "It's just something bad from the past."

"I'll tell you what. Me and Ema might be able to help out with your neck. I can teach her how to give you a massage and relieve all the tension in your neck." Ema glared at her sister.

"No." She growled in Lana's ear. Lana covered her receiver.

"Yes, and you're gonna give it him." She whispered back. "You're the one who likes him, not me." She moved her hand away. "She says she'll be happy to help."

"Yeah right." Apollo said sardonically. "I know Ema a little too well for her to say that."

"Well still come over. I can make her warm up to the idea."

"Uh…alright if you're sure." Apollo rubbed his neck. "I'll walk over there, it might make me feel a little better." Apollo put the phone down.

"Why'd you do that?" Ema yelled.

"I'm gonna make sure you don't make the same mistakes as me!"

"I don't need you interfering in my life!"

"Too late you got me and I'm like a fly to you, once you got me you won't get rid of me." She smiled earning a slap.

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Apollo glanced around at the similar looking brass instruments around the room. The smallest was the one on his desk, a long thin brass tube like instrument – a soprano saxophone. The next was beside the desk, a slightly bigger curvier version – an alto. The next was taller and the neck was bent slightly, the final was the biggest leaning against the wardrobe with a curved neck. They were all saxophones – playing them was a hobby he had developed in the children's home under the care of the attorney Leia Starr's younger sister Jessica, who was his social worker at the time.

It was lonely without the Wright's for him but he was enjoying the quiet it was providing. He quickly got dressed in more casual clothes than that of the clothes he had fell asleep in; drank down a glass of orange juice to settle his throat and stomach and headed out into the fresh mid summer evening air. He hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans as he traversed the streets towards the Skye sister's house.

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"Alright, I'll do it." Ema sighed. "Only cause you think I like him though."

"Good, don't lie by the way." Lana took her sister's wrist. "I'll give you a quick crash course on how to massage someone's shoulders." Ema found herself in the sound proof room where Lana pampered her clients. She set up the massage chair and told Ema to remove her t-shirt.

"This better be quick." She growled.

"Relax alright. Like this." She began to move her fingers in fluid circular motions across her sister's shoulder blades. "Then if you find a pressure point, press down a little harder and rub." Lana smiled. "That should be all you need." She left the

As Ema put her t-shirt back on she chuckled to herself.

"I'm using Apollo to get an outsider's opinion on whether Jake should be with you and if he says yes, then well…" She made sure Lana couldn't hear. "I'm gonna get him to help fix your mistakes." I wonder why he reacted so badly to the mention of Angel. Does he know her? If so I can't really use him as an outsider's opinion… As her head began to ache she whished she was the one receiving a massage of the man she loved – Apollo and not the other way around.