(A/N: This was a crackfic challenge from sparksearcher. It will probably be my last for a while as finals are rushing towards me like a speeding locomotive, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Phoenix Wright and related characters belong to Capcom…who are nice people and don't want to sue me.

Challenge: Write Franziska + Godot)

Things had always been generally very tense down at the Prosecutor's office. Between the series of prosecutors who had worked down, there it was a wonder that more police officers didn't resign. Between Edgeworth, Skye and Von Karma most members of the force were run ragged and ended up with substantial wage reductions (Gumshoe suffered the most in the latter category). After Lana Skye's infamous murder trial and Edgeworth's mysterious disappearance, many of the officers began to relax. They were soon given a rude awakening with the arrival of the whip-wielding Franziska Von Karma. The situation escalated however with the arrival of the neural visor wearing prosecutor Godot.

Simply put, Franziska and Godot did not get along (and even that was an understatement). They could barely agree on anything, and their arguments rang down the halls of the Prosecutor's Office like a discordant symphony. Anyone foolish enough to catch them after an argument got a coffee cup hurled at them or a face full of whip depending on whom they encountered. Therefore there was an understandable amount of trepidation when Godot was assigned as Franziska's aide in a high profile case.

Franziska had decided while driving into work that, while Godot was uncouth, obnoxious and insufferable to be around, she would try to make this work, if for nothing else than the cases' sake. Coming to that decision made the idea of working with the blind prosecutor a little more tolerable; from completely unacceptable to insufferably irritating. Godot's arriving twenty minutes late with no explanation or apology ruined that, however, and soon Franziska found herself barely able to restrain her whip from smacking the smug jerk across the face.

Godot for his part had arrived planning to annoy the everliving hell out of the 18-year-old prodigy. Sure, he was assigned as her aide, but that didn't mean he had to play nice. He flat out did not like Franziska and, as he couldn't prosecute this case, he might as well have fun with it. Needling Franziska was one of his favorite pastimes since becoming a prosecutor, second only to mocking Phoenix Wright in the courtroom. As the morning progressed Godot inwardly laughed as the young prosecutor's face colored some rather interesting shades of red and purple and she held her hands tightly together to keep from grabbing her whip.

Everything hit the fan finally at about 3 in the afternoon, when they examined the crime scene photos.

Franziska's voice betrayed none of her simmering rage as she talked, "The victim was stabbed and, from the look of the bloodstain fell forward after-"

"Blood? I don't see any blood." Godot did have the huge disadvantage of being unable to see red, so all he was some liquid of an indeterminate shade spread out around the body.

Sensing a chance for some comeback, Franziska said, "You foolishly foolish fool, there's blood right there!" She pointed to the blood pooled around the body.

Godot shook his head, "I don't see it."

Franziska's grin took a decidedly wolfish turn, "That's because you're blind, visor boy."

Godot did a double take, "VISOR BOY?!?"

Franziska leaned back in her chair glad to be on the offensive for once, "you heard me you foolishly foolish fool who has been spouting foolishly foolish foolery all morning, at least I can see."

"Oh yeah? At least I'm not redundant. You need a thesaurus bad, woman."

"Coffee addict!"

"Dominatrix wannabe!"

"Jazz junkie!"

"Evidence falsifier!"

"THAT'S IT!" Franziska launched herself (and her whip) at Godot.

Edgeworth had been amazed at the relative quiet of Franziska's office. It was astonishing to think that she and Godot could talk to each other for three minutes without trying to kill each other. However, it was short lived and, considering everyone else avoided Franziska's office like the plague combined with the Spanish inquisition, Edgeworth went up to investigate. He entered the room without knocking and saw Franziska and Godot engaged in a fistfight. Franziska's whip lay forgotten on the floor, but she still seemed to be winning. Edgeworth slowly edged back out of the room and headed back to his own office, as he decided (as he valued his face without welts or second degree burns), some things were better left to resolve themselves.

(Reviews welcomed and appreciated.)