DISCLAIMER: I am too young and have barely enough money to buy or own Apollo Justice, so writing this is a pretty pointless thing. Nonetheless, to avoid any misinterpretation I DO NO OWN PHEONIX WRIGHT OR ON ANY RELATED MATERIAL.

I do however, own the plot of the story, so take that!

This could end up being a one-shot, being the kind of person I am, but I might continue if I feel like it. This is for personal satisfaction, so honestly, I don't really care what you think…

…or maybe I do in the slightest.

However, if any possible mistakes or adjustments (that might be seen as necessary in my eyes) were pointed out, I will be very grateful!~

BTW, a get-up is like another word for costume or an ensemble of clothes. In context:

"Man, what is with that get-up?

Understood? Wonderful!

"That little…''

Ema was at it again, stuffing her self with Snackoos, bag after bag in search of some sort of consolation for the frustration and anger that kept building up inside of her.

She planted herself on her cheap looking, holey and weathered sofa, and heatedly switched the channels of her equally contemptible TV set until she landed on the news. After a long crunch-filled 10 minutes staring nonchalantly at the screen, she was calm enough to think clearly.

"Every time I see his stupid…Ok Ema, just take a deep breath like that lady just said on that yoga channel. Wait. Why do I have a yoga channel? I thought I only subscribed to Science Weekly… Arggh! I can't believe they actually ripped me off! No wonder my budget has been so tight! Stupid. Oh I swear, the next time I see them, they are going to get so snackooed!"

Sighing ever so slightly, Ema lifted herself heavily from the creaking sofa before trudging over to the bathroom.

Closing the chipped bathroom door behind her, she stared at herself for a while in the small cabinet mirror before undoing her hair and letting it fall to its full length. She began undressing slowly before stepping into the shower stall, the frigidity of the ceramic tiles sending shivers throughout her systems.

And after a few more seconds, the intense heat of the droplets showered down onto her body as she took a deep refreshing sigh of breath and closed her eyes, letting the sound of water grace her ears.

The day had been long, another major homicide crime had turned up and for hours Ema had been rushing around everywhere, from the precinct to the prosecutor's office and straight back to the scene in what seemed like an endless cycle.

One of the most famous men in the business world, Harry Goswold, had been murdered and strangled through the means of what was thought to be an oriental lady's scarf. The autopsy hadn't been completely written up yet, but the time of death had been approximately 3 am this morning and the man's body had been found in his precise and freakishly neat storage room.

Ema had only looked at the main bits of the report, skipping the details completely. Today had definitely not been her day, which is why she went home early and wasn't still back at the precinct burying herself with tons of work and meetings.

It was all because of him, that little oh-look-at-me-I'm-a-rock-star, idiotic, no good, narcissistic fop.

Klavier Gavin.

Ema's grip on the shampoo bottle suddenly tightened considerably as the name came up in her stream of thought.

Yeah, he was her boss and did hold some responsibility over her, but the nerve of him to… was just enough for her to blow up, straight and center.

(earlier that day)

''Ms Skye, I have the main crime report here if you want a look. It still a bit rough though but you'll get the main idea,''

"Oh, thanks,"

Sidestepping through the stream of people rushing around, Ema entered her messy office stall before slumping herself right into her light grey swivel chair.

"Jeez, it's been a really long day,"

Picking up a steaming coffee mug and a bag of Snackoos, Ema began her continuous sequence of eating, drinking and reading at the same time, completely unaware of the tense and pressured atmosphere around her.

Crunching through a Snackoo with relief, she picked up the yellow folder labeled 'Harry Goswold Case' before engrossing herself into its contents.

It appeared that Harry Goswold, a famous business tycoon, had been strangled and 'stuffed' into his very own storage locker early this morning. There were no fingerprints found at the scene, and no apparent witnesses either. Ema already knew most of this, after all, she had already been to the scene this morning and pretty much figured out the series of events that had occurred.

Skipped past the case details, Ema turned a few pages before landing onto the background information.

"Ahhh, so this guy was-"

"Hello Fraulein Detective,"

"Uaaahhh!

The glass in front of Ema reflected Klavier's blonde head sitting near Ema's ear as he grinned happily, the sets of perfect white teeth gleaming brightly.

"Did I scare you?"

"O-Of course not! I'm a detective. I have no fears!" As she swung her chair in the opposite direction, Ema pouted outwardly and folded her arms simultaneously as if to prove she was completely serious.

From the corner of her eye she couldn't help but notice Klavier's eyebrows slightly rise in doubt underneath his foppy fringe. Stupid foppy fringe.

You would think your boss would have at least some decency to look professional. But no. He just had to go around like a famous, so extremely popular star with his kiddy little motorbike and fancy clothes.

Real people rode cars…and lab coats were twenty times cooler than that glimmerous get-up. Seriously.

"No fears? Oh? Really? That's interesting…" Klavier had a slight smirk on his face as he leaned back into a standing position, his ringed fingers returning to their usual position in his pockets. While Ema wasn't looking, he pulled a small bundle from the pocket and held it out in front of Ema's head, letting it unravel in front of her eyes.

"What the- OH MY GALILEO!"

A little brown cockroach bounced up and down right in front of two shocked blue eyes as Ema shrieked and clenched them shut, her shaking hands reaching for the closest thing in reflexive action.

And it just so happened that the 'closest thing' was standing right next to her, and was also her boss.

Ema's hands blindly grabbed at the purple coat and pulled it close, imagining it was her favorite teddy bear from kindergarten.

Actually, Ema had despised cockroaches as much as she hated a certain someone's 'rockstar' attitude. The story simply went like this. Ema is working at her science lab, crunching away at a packet of snackoos. Suddenly, she remembers that she forgot to water her man-eater plant at home. Ema runs speedily down to catch bus, but leaves our poor snackoos behind.

Poor snackoos.

The next day, Ema comes back and finds that she left the lab door open. She walks even further in an discovers that cockroaches have invaded her lab.

And right in the middle of it all are her beloved snackoos.

Everyone knows Ema loves her snackoos, so you can imagine how she felt. She screams and has nightmares for the next two weeks about macho sized cockroaches invading snackoo land. And from that day on, Ema held a special fear against cockroaches.

A few seconds lasted as the awkward silence stretched in the cramped office, the cockroach toy starting to lose its bouncability.

"I know you are enjoying hugging me to death, I mean all my fans would, but I think you really should let go now Detective Fraulein……Fraulein?"

Ema had lost consciousness, that or she had fallen asleep on the spot after the shock of the little rubber toy.

For a second, an unknown feeling of panic ran through Klavier, until a slight hiccup escaped from Ema's lips. He gently placed a hand in front of her face, and was strangely flooded with relief when he felt her warm breath tingling against his palm.

"You're…asleep Fraulein? My, my, I wonder if you've overworked yourself…"

Ema was still holding onto Klavier's jacket, her grip not weakening even in the slightest, as she started to lean onto his form unconsciously.

Her soft brown head began to tilt upwards and nestle into the folds of the clothes she hated so much. It was then that the on looking Klavier could clearly see Ema's sleeping face.

Her usually vivacious blue eyes were hidden underneath her peacefully still eyelids; the long dark lashes emanating from them gathered and frozen in space. There was not a single wave of tension in her angelic face; it was entirely immersed in heavenly tranquility.

The skin on her cheeks which had so often turned a bright crimson in her moments of embarrassment and humiliation was now an even, almost porcelain, soft cream. Its clarity and smoothness were so vivid and touchable that even Klavier's hand began to tingle with an urge to stroke it himself.

And her lips, a soft light pink, were slightly parted and glowed with a strange splendour in Klavier's eyes.

It was the first time he had seen her appear so fragile, vulnerable and defenseless in comparison to her usual fiery self. She looked more than cute…it was almost like a different kind of beauty. A purer kind, and to his inexperienced eyes, the purest he had ever seen. Ema's sleeping face.

The feeling in his hand became even stronger, but he resisted. With Ema he could never be serious. Co-worker relationships in the police industry were forbidden, period.

There was nothing more to it than that. But that didn't mean he couldn't play around, even if it gave the wrong impression. As long as it only seemed playful in the eyes of the industry, then there was no problem. Plus, Ema was fun to play with.

She wasn't one of those girls that judged heavily on appearances. And nor did she care too much about her own status or social life. Ema only had her passion, her strong-willed passion for science that was completely true to the heart.

She had a resolve, a direction to head off in, and even though she had failed before she never lost her childish love for science. Girls like that weren't easy to find in this twisted world. Her quirkiness and pride were very prominent and apparent in her personality as well.

She was who she was and didn't change, even in the slightest, no matter who she was facing.

That was Ema.

A smile played on Klavier's lips as he tried loosening her grip, but found that it was still tight as ever.

There was only one thing he could do.

He couldn't leave her lying in her chair, and it wasn't very safe either to leave a young woman in an office with no mention on even when she would wake up. Not to mention, but there were quite a lot of perverted guys in the workplace. Not cool.

Klavier placed an arm underneath her neck and another gently underneath her legs as he lifted her up. Her sleeping head lolled onto his chest and her hands still held the hem of his jacket.

"You are a lot heavier than you look, you know Fraulein…"

Now that Ema was firmly in his arms, Klavier began to make his way out of the overstuffed office and into the busy hallway.

And then the staring began.

It seemed as though there were numerous people who had been looking for Klavier, and were going to rush towards him, that is, before they saw what was resting in his arms.

A few brave officers approached Klavier and questioned what was wrong with 'Ms Skye.'

"Ah, don't worry, she just fell asleep. I think she overworked herself."

Some jealous female workers looked on in envy at the scene, longing to be the ones in Klavier's arms. They whispered among themselves, badmouthing Ema and (incorrectly) perceiving her intentions out loud for everyone to hear.

But most of the people in the busy office knew better than to interfere. When it came to Klavier and Ema, even the slightest ruckus between them could stop whole investigations or questioning sessions. Literally. Both were very big figures in the precinct.

Klavier was a prosecutor, and world–famous too, so he upheld his own authority.

And most of the people who did mess with Ema had felt the wrath of Snackoos endlessly catapulted at their faces. So it was no wonder that barely anyone consulted Klavier as he walked through the office and towards the precinct clinic.

Finally, the white doors of the clinic came into Klavier's field of vision as he used his foot to push open the right door. As suspected, no one was there. Klavier had to be especially careful, seeing as he was in a room alone with Ema. No one could predict what could happen.

Sighing a bit, he carefully laid Ema onto the stark white hospital style bed. He was about to pull away when he realized that Ema was still holding onto the edges of his jacket.

Ema sure was persistent, even in her sleep.

He pulled off his expensive jacket, revealing the jet black silk shirt underneath, and placed it on Ema's body, surprised to find that she held it closer to herself the minute it was in her arms. Maybe she thought it was something else, like a toy or something.

Or someone.

Quickly forgetting the last thought, Klavier pulled up a lightly coloured chair, sitting on it in normal rock star fashion. He tried to avert his eyes from Ema's face to smother any urges and instead closed his own eyes while humming a new tune to himself.

"Klavier…"

Klavier's eyes opened immediately as he looked around to check where the sound had come from. But no one else was in the room, and the voice had seemed like…Ema.

Klavier?

That was the first time he had ever heard Ema address him by his first name. Normally it was 'Gavin' or in formal moments 'Mr. Gavin'. But just now she had actually called his name, even if it was in her sleep.

"…you fop."

He saw her speak this time, and it was pretty obvious by 'fop' she was referring to himself.

Fop?

He had always known she had an intensely strange vocabulary, 'glimmerous' for instance, but to think she had even developed a name just for him made him chuckle slightly. She did have a thing against people with status higher than her own, but for some reason she admired Edgeworth and was good friends with Phoenix.

In fact, maybe Ema only feels this way towards me…

Or maybe not.

Klavier quickly diminished the thought as he returned to humming, closing his eyes and leaning back into the chair. Before he knew it, Klavier fell asleep into the same realms of darkness as Ema.