Admittedly, I'm not a big shipper of Klavier X Trucy. I really did try my best, though. It kinda ended up as some kind of James Bond fiasco though lol XD
Admittedly, it's not THAT romantic. It's a little fluffy at the end, but kind of in a brotherly way. Kind of not, though. It should suit your ships XP

Oh, yes. I promise a Larry X Iris fic next time. I've been putting that request off for a while, but it's gonna be good, I swarit :)

Well, I hope you enjoy fluffy James Bond fiascoes :D

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"Prosecutor Gavin?"

"Ja, Herr Edgeworth?"

"You don't have a case at the moment, do you?"

"Nein. Do you have one for me?"

"Actually, I have a different task for you… You're aware of the complications of the current case?"

"Ja. The whole office has been in an uproar for a few days now."

"Are you aware of the hostage situation?"

"Hostages?!"

"Unfortunately, yes. Someone has taken roughly twenty hostages and is refusing to let them go unless we re-try a case from seven years ago. I have good reason to believe that that particular case is closely associated with the current one that has brought us all so much havoc."

"Do you have the names of the hostages?" Do I know any of them?

"We have six names, currently. Cora Upton, Maurice Lewis, Kelsey Barron, Corey Jones, Trucy Wright, and Rel-"

"The fraulein magician?!"

"Yes, unfortunately. Wri- Her father is on the current case, actually. He has some… Added responsibilities, given that he's connected to the hostages."

"Achtung! What can I do?!"

"We need some people to try and spy on the hostages. As far as we know, the kidnapper hasn't harmed any of the hostages, but we need a team to be able to interfere in case she tries anything."

"Why can't we get a team together, and arrest her?"

"We don't want any harm to come to any of the hostages… She might kill one or more of them if we actually went inside of the basement where they're being held. Plus, we are meeting her demands, so we hope that she will release them within a few hours."

"Ach… I can go."

"Thank you, Prosecutor Gavin."

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Klavier wasn't sure what to expect when he snuck inside of the Space Center, but he hadn't expected to find a cute robot guarding the entrance. It wasn't hard to avoid being spotted, but he had to wonder why it had been so easy to get inside. It made him expect some vicious beast inside of the Space Center. He decided that using the elevator to go downstairs would be a bad idea, so he managed to find the stairs. It still wasn't the best way to walk into a criminal's lair, but he had to get down there somehow.

He heard voices as soon as he stepped down a stair. The kidnapper wasn't being too strict, considering the loud volume of the hostages. He looked up, and found that the ceiling tiles were removable. He pushed one out, and pulled himself up into the ceiling as quietly as possible. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to use as a light, and he replaced the ceiling tile quietly. He crept on top of the ceiling, carefully avoiding the fragile plates that made up the floor below him. He crept until he could hear voices loudly under him, and he laid across the floor, moving one of the tiles under his face just a crack.

He wasn't quite expecting what he saw. The hostages were crowded into a semi-circle, and Trucy stood on top of a plastic table. It sounded as if the hostages were crying at first, but he eventually changed his mind. Are they… Laughing?

"For my next trick… Welcome the amazing Mr. Hat!" she exclaimed happily. Klavier jumped at what he saw, almost falling through the ceiling. A figure popped out at Trucy's side, taking her hat.

"Why hello, ladies and gentlemen! You all look mahvelous today!"

"Mr. Hat! You weren't the next act!" Trucy protested.

"But Miss Trucy, I couldn't keep hidden away from all these lovely people!"

"What are you doing? Get back!"

"Miss Trucy! You can't do this!" Trucy shoved his head down with her hand, only to have the wooden figure pop back up. "You can't keep me away!"

"Mr. Hat, you're being completely disruptive." Klavier turned his attention away from Trucy momentarily, and onto the crowd. All of them were laughing, despite the malevolent situation they were in. There really is some kind of magic going on.

"Miss Trucy, you're being quite rude! You need to get your act together!"

"You are my act!"

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen! Do you want to hear a joke?" Her lips aren't moving at all. She's very good at this.

"No, Mr. Hat! It's not time yet!"

"How do you put an elephant in a refrigerator?"

"Huh. I haven't heard this one, actually. Do you have to cut it up into little bits?"

"No, Miss Trucy! You just have to open up the door, put it inside, and close the door again!"

"That must be a really big refrigerator," Trucy mused. "That was a really bad joke, Mr. Hat. I think I'm going to have to teach you some new ones."

"How do you put a giraffe in a refrigerator?"

"You open the door, you put the giraffe inside, and you close the door again!"

"Wrong again, Miss Trucy! You open the door, take out the elephant, put in the giraffe, and close the door!"

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"All of the animal kingdom is joining together for a meeting. Who was late?"

"The slugs?"

"The elephant and the giraffe! They were busy being stuffed into a refrigerator." Trucy laughed. "Now, here's another joke! There's a crocodile infested river, and all you have to get across is a roll of duct tape and a stick. How do you cross?"

"Uh, you hit the crocodiles with the stick, and then duct tape their mouths shut?"

"Nope! All the crocodiles are at the animal kingdom meeting, remember? You drop the duct tape and stick and swim across!"

"Oh!" Trucy exclaimed. The crowd was all laughing at this point, a mixture of the stupid joke and the expressions that Trucy was making.

They're so happy.

Klavier watched as Mr. Hat and Trucy argued some more, before he was finally sent back into nothingness. Trucy then pulled some things out of her magic panties, including a toothbrush, a bar of chocolate (which was ultimately tossed to a four year old girl), another pair of panties, and Clonco (He wasn't quite sure how that happened himself, he thought Clonco was at the entrance).

At one point, he even caught a glimpse of the kidnapper herself, laughing at Trucy's act. It didn't seem like a mockery, either—just genuine amusement.

After a few more magic tricks, the kidnapper stepped onto the table next to Trucy.

"I wanted to make a small announcement," she- Klavier could tell a fraulein's voice from a mile away- said somewhat quietly. "I want to allow the little girl and her mom to leave… The toddler." This sparked plenty of reaction from the small crowd. "I don't want her to be too traumatized from this event, really. As for the rest of you… It seems as if the case is going to end well, so you should be able to leave within the hour."

Trucy, who was still on the stage, did the most magical act that Klavier had ever seen—she wrapped her arms around her kidnapper in a tight hug. Her kidnapper seemed surprised too, and Klavier could see moisture in her eyes as she turned away, pointing the young girl and her mother out the door. The mother was crying and smiling.

He had never seen such a heartwarming situation, especially not when kidnapping was involved. There was only explanation for what he could see—Trucy Wright.

Trucy proceeded to do a few more simple magic tricks, and she asked a young girl of about ten to act as her assistant for one of them. Finally, the kidnapper jumped back onto the table. Even from a distance, Klavier could see tears in her eyes, and a bright smile.

"You are all free to go," she said. "The case turned out better than I ever would have imagined."

It was then that Klavier remembered that he had been spying on them the entire time, and he had no idea how to get out without being caught.

All of the hostages left, some quickly, some talking with their new friends. Only Trucy was left, stuffing magic supplies into her hat, boots, and hidden cape pockets. The kidnapper looked at her. "Thank you."

"Huh? Why?"

"You gave those people hope when there shouldn't have been any… And I think you gave me some, too."

"Oh. I'm glad, then."

"You aren't mad at me?" the kidnapper asked curiously.

"Call it a hunch, but I can tell that you didn't mean us any harm. You just wanted to save your brother… Right, Aura?"

"You did know it was me," she thought aloud. "Yes, I wanted to save Simon. He wouldn't have preferred this method, though. It was pretty effective though, if I do say myself."

"So I guess you're going to jail, huh?"

"Yeah. Maybe the slammer isn't all that bad. I guess I'll meet some really interesting people."

"You should ask me and Polly to defend you. You may have taken people hostage, but you were the best kidnapper ever," Trucy said with a big grin. Klavier laughed, and his balance shifted. His foot crashed through the a ceiling tile, and he could see Trucy and Aura staring up at his foot.

"It seems like we've got a spy on our hands," Aura finally said. "You can come down, I won't kidnap you." That's the problem, Fraulein. I don't think I can get down. Klavier pulled his foot up through the tile, and stood up carefully. He crept along the ceiling carefully, staying on the metal dividers between each tile. He finally approached the stairs, and he pushed a tile to the side, and jumped down. He landed gracefully on the stairs.

"Prosecutor Gavin!" Trucy ran up to him grinning. "What were you doing here?"

"I was supposed to make sure that the kidnapper didn't try to harm anyone, ja? I just ended up staying for the show, I suppose." I flashed my best smile.

"Would you prosecute Miss Aura against me and Polly? It would be just like old times," she grinned back. Aura didn't seem to happy to see them arguing over her fate, as she scowled.

"Apollo's busy with the current case."

"It isn't over?!" Trucy asked.

"Oh, Simon was declared innocent. Athena's still on trial, though," she replied, her expression unreadable.

"But Athena didn't do it!"

"Trust me, that much is clear. But if it wasn't the princess, and it wasn't Simon, it had to be someone. They think it's some Phantom, actually."

"Let's go see the rest of the trial!" Trucy exclaimed.

"Ja, I don't want to miss this. Fraulein, I can take you there. I get a nagging suspicion that as soon as Fraulein Blackquill walks out of here the police will have her against a wall, though."

"Thanks for your confidence."

"Ja, of course. Now let's go."

As soon as they got outside, they were swarmed with all kinds of news people. It probably didn't help that Klavier was still relatively famous, and the other hostages were long gone. Klavier just smiled and waved as questions were shot at him like bullets.

"What did she do to you?!"

"Klavier, what brought you into this situation?"

"How do you know this little girl?"

One of them walked up to Trucy. "What do you have to say about this experience?"

"It was fun," she replied simply.

The two finally managed to reach Klavier's motorcycle. "Have you ever ridden a hog before?"

"No." She didn't seem afraid of it. Klavier passed her a helmet.

"Just wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight." He stepped onto the bike, and Trucy did the same. Her small arms wrapped around his stomach tightly as he drove off.

"Whoo hoo!" She exclaimed. Well, someone likes motorcycles. It didn't take long for them to get to the court house. "That was so much fun!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, shall we watch the trial?"

"Yeah!"

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"This court finds the defendant Athena Cykes…

NOT GUILTY

Everyone was cheering, and Klavier's heart was still beating quickly with the excitement. He missed cases like this.

"That was AMAZING!" Trucy exclaimed.

"You'll want to see Herr Forehead and your father, ja?"

"Oh! They don't know I'm ok! I hope they weren't worried." I'm sure they were.

"Ja. Well, I should go, fraulein."

"You aren't going to say hi to Polly?"

"Nein. I need to speak with Herr Edgeworth as soon as possible."

"Oh… Then bye, Prosecutor Gavin."

"Thank you, fraulein."

"Huh? For what?"

"You taught me a lot today. You're a very special fraulein, you know."

"Thank you, Prosecutor Gavin!" She looked up at me happily, and I leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. Her grin had gotten larger, if possible.

"Please, I'm not at the bench. Call me Klavier."

"Thanks, Klavier."

"You're welcome. Goodbye, Fraulein. Say hi to Herr Forehead to me."

"I will. Bye!"

She ran off, and I found myself missing the little bit of magic that had just been at my side.