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GUMSHOE:

Wow. I never knew the office could have been so quiet.

Everyone had just been creeping around quietly, thinking about death, and how tragic it was etc.

Including me.

For once I wasn't tripping over things, stumbling about, laughing, shouting or just generally chatting.

I was silent.

I don't think I'd said anything since I had came in.

Heh, It's funny how one death can change so much.

It's like when Edgeworth vanished. Everybody thought he had killed himself. I was just full of grief. I remember moping around like a zombie, until he called me to tell me he was okay.

But Mr Gavin won't be calling anybody, that's for sure…

It's weird. I didn't know him that well, yet I still felt sad for him. Of course, I had worked with him a couple of times (and it was such an honour!) but we didn't really talk much.

He didn't talk to a lot of people.

Actually, I think he had only talked to Mr Wright, his brother Kristoph ,that Justice guy and Ema Skye.

Oops, speak of the devil. Ema walked in at that moment, and slumped down in her chair at her desk next to mine.

I glanced over. It would be interesting to see how she would react to this.

…Did I really say that? That sounds so inconsiderate (Mr Edgeworth has being giving me morality lessons).

"A-are you okay, pal?" I asked nervously. Ema glanced up and sighed, popping a Snackoo in her mouth.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked flippantly.

How could she say something like that? Her boss had killed himself and she didn't see why she should be bothered?!

My eyes widened and I raised an eyebrow, shocked, but decided to carry on with my paperwork.

I stared down at my papers, then sighed. What the hell was I meant to be writing??

I always was crap at paperwork.

I sighed again, then wandered over to the coffee machine, taking a long sip of the dark liquid.

A hand tapped on my shoulder lightly.

"Huh?" I grunted and turned around, only to see Ema frowning up at me.

"Why's everybody so quiet?" She asked, her nose wrinkled up in confusion. "They doing a sponsored silence or something?"

A stared at her for a moment, not saying anything.

She didn't know?!

How could she not know?! It had been all over the news, everyone was talking about it…

But she was still stood there, frowning.

Should I tell her?

Should I get someone else to do it?

"Ema…" I started, then trailed off weakly.

"What?" She asked suspiciously. "Have I got something on my face or something?" Her hands patted at her hair, and poked at her cheek self-consciously.

"Ema." I started again, firmer this time.

…Just say it like she's just a member of the public. Come on Gumshoe, pretend you don't know her…

"It's Gavin." I blurted, thanking God that it was all over with. She must understand.

"Urgh." She moaned, and rolled her eyes. "What about him?"

What about him? What about him?!?

God! I thought I was slow!

"He's…he's…not…" I struggled with the words. "He's…gone to the other side, y'know?" I looked at her expectantly.

"He's become a defence attorney?" Ema asked with interest.

"For God's sake!" I lost it, yelling with frustration. "He's DEAD!"

I can't believe I did that. I REALLY can't believe I did that.

"Pal, I'm so sorry." I apologised weakly.

Her face had gone deathly pale.

People were staring at us. I felt my cheeks go red.

"I-I didn't mean to tell you like that." I said, my forehead beaded with sweat. "I-I-"

"…He can't be…" Ema whispered, staring past me.

"I'm sorry Ms, but it's true-"

"He can't be." She repeated, but louder, her eyes snapped up to burn at me.

"Look, Detective." I managed, brandishing a newspaper. She snatched it from me, her eyes scanning the text, then blurring as she slowly lowered the paper.

"…no…" She said, so quietly I could barely hear her. "NO!"

Suddenly she pushed the paper back at me, and I stumbled back. Before I could stop her she was running away from me.

People were still staring, and it was even quieter than before (if that was even possible).

I blushed again.

EMA:

I stumbled through the crowds of people, pushing them aside, not caring about all the eyes burning on me.

I pushed heavily at the door to the Ladies', and through myself towards the nearest cubicle, not stopping to shut the door.

I threw up viciously into the toilet, feeling the bile burn my throat.

Suicide?

They must be wrong. It's just a sick joke -

Suicide??

In a minute he's gonna come running in laughing, and he'll say something like "Calm down Fraulein! You're so easy to tease!" and his stupid chains will glimmer in my eyes and -

SUICIDE??

I violently threw up again, my mind in a spin.

Why would he COMMIT SUICIDE??

He wasn't like that.

He loves life.

He loved life.

Oh God, I think I'm going to -

TRUCY:

I never knew she would react this strongly.

"Ema? Are you ok?" I asked quietly, my hand covering my mouth.

Her back was shaking wildly. I could hear her sobs echoing around the bathroom.

I gently scraped her hair away from her face, and held it out the way as she threw up violently.

A roll of toilet paper was on the ground next to me, and I tore a strip off, and used it to wipe around her mouth, and I brushed away her uneasy tears.

My own eyes started to brim up when I looked into her accusing gaze.

"Did you know?" She whispered.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip.

She gave a quiet moan, and I squeezed her hand reassuringly.

I looked around, like a little girl : not sure how to act, not sure what to say.

A muttering made me look up and notice the women stumbling nervously into the toilets, morbidly curious.

"C-can you leave please…?" I asked nervously, twisting my hands like the scared teenager I was.

They ignored me, and craned their necks to look into the cubicle at Ema.

…What was I doing? I wasn't a little shy girl! I am a performer! Like my uncle Valent always said: "To be a successful magician - like me - you need confidence! Confidence is the key, Miss Trucy!"

"Please leave, now!" My voice rang out loud and clear, and my arm shot out just like I had seen Apollo's do in court.

I smirked to myself. That seemed to scare them off…

…Or maybe it was the doves which flew out my sleeve. Either way, it worked.

"I'll be back soon, 'kay?" I called through to Ema, and slipped out the main door. To my shock, a small crowd of workers had gathered outside.

I jumped up onto my tiptoes, looking for a familiar face.

A glimpse of a worn green overcoat made me realise the Detective from before was nearby.

"Excuse me! Sir!" The Detective looked around when I called out, then scurried over.

"Hey, Trucy!" Just before I could talk to him, I heard Polly call me. Suddenly he was at my side too.

"I thought I'd lost you then! Don't you dare do that again!" Polly reprimanded. "…Your father would kill me…"

I pulled an innocent face, and tipped my hat down over my eyes.

"What's going on, anyway?" He added.

"It's…Ema," I murmured, looking at the ground. Polly's eyes widened. "She's been sick…and she's crying!"

"Ema?!" He yelped, not believing me.

"I know! And I tried to talk to her, but people just kept barging in!" At this the Detective scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I can take care of that, pal. After all, it is sorta my fault…" He said sheepishly.

I smiled briefly, then grabbed Apollo's arm and pulled him back through the door with me.

"Trucy!!" Apollo squawked. "I can't come in here! This is the LADIES!!"

I rolled my eyes. There was no way I was facing Ema again without help…