A/N: This chapter is also fairly short. Godot's being mean to Feenie!
"Objection!" Phoenix yelled for the first time in this fic! "There is something in this photo that should not exist," he continued, waving the crime scene photo frantically.
Godot smirked. "Should not exist? Hah! Sounds like you're describing yourself, Trite."
Phoenix bit his lip, trying to keep back a tear that threatened to escape from his eye. 'You don't really mean that, do you?' he thought.
As if in answer, Godot turned to face Phoenix and licked the his lower lip in the exact spot where Phoenix had been biting his own. The prosecutor smiled, then proceeded to ignore Phoenix. Having picked up on the ever so subtle vibes Godot was giving, Phoenix knew that Godot didn't meant what he'd said. Phoenix smiled and began to look forward to what he hoped might happen after court, maybe after a nice dinner, perhaps? He liked this side of Godot, and he was missing the taste of food that cost more than eleven cent ramen and three dollar cheeseburgers - which is what his current diet consisted of, courtesy of Maya.
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