June 21, 11:00 AM
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The sound of the phone ringing wakes Apollo. He tries to blink the sleep out of his eyes. Huh? Where...? As his vision becomes clearer, he snaps to attention. Where am I?! The unfamiliar ringtone continues, and still half in a daze, Apollo picks up the phone.
"H-hello?" he says, his voice shaking.
"Prosecutor Gavin?" inquires a female voice on the other end. After pausing a moment to give him a chance to answer, she continues, "I have the evidence you requested."
"Wait, back up a minute. P-prosecutor Gavin?!" Apollo is shocked.
"..."
By now Apollo figures the woman on the phone is Ema, and he can tell from her silence that she is not amused. Not knowing what else to say, Apollo panics and blurts, "I'm sorry, Prosecutor Gavin isn't here right now."
"But—"
"Bye!" Apollo hurriedly hangs up.
Taking a deep breath, he looks around apprehensively. He has no idea what the hell is going on, but he's going to find out.
It's clear to him that the bed he has just woken up in isn't his own. He's loathe to admit it, but the obvious conclusion is that, somehow, he has ended up in Klavier's bed.
He heaves a sigh of relief when he realizes that Klavier isn't in bed next to him.
Glancing at the bedside table, he notices a small, leather-bound notebook.
Hmm... could this be Prosecutor Gavin's diary? Curious, he picks it up and tentatively flips to the first page. It's the lyrics to "Guilty Love". Apollo rolls his eyes. He knows legal metaphors are the Gavinners's gimmick, but seriously. Their song titles are so cheesy. He skims the lyrics, for lack of a better thing to do, and absentmindedly begins reading them out loud to himself:
"Where's this love headed? To find your answer... Go ask the wind...
...Or better yet, go ask Herr Forehead!"
He pauses. Wait a minute... Go ask Herr Forehead?!
The mention of his name in a Gavinners's song catches him so off guard that he can't stifle a squeak. Luckily, there's no one around to hear. At least, he doesn't think there is. But, just in case, he decides to get up and explore a bit. After all, he's in Klavier's bedroom... Klavier has to be around somewhere, right?
As Apollo stands up, he gets the distinct feeling that something is very wrong here. He suddenly notices the absence of the familiar weight of his bracelet on his wrist. When had he taken it off...? He glances down and jumps in shock. The clothes he's wearing aren't familiar, and neither are the long strands of blonde hair messily strewn about his shoulders.
In a panic, he rushes to the nearest mirror, and comes face to face with a disheveled Klavier. And, much to his dismay, Klavier is mirroring all of his movements. This can't be happening, it has to be a dream. He turns around, takes a deep breath, and then slowly faces the mirror once more, hoping to see himself.
No change. Still a tall, blonde prosecutor. Apollo groans.
Waking up next to Klavier would have been bad. But waking up inside Klavier... this is so much worse.
/
Apollo stands outside the closet, the door ajar. Klavier's usual attire is difficult to miss. Apollo takes out a black shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Without a second thought, he takes off his pajamas and reaches for the new clothes. Then he realizes how awkward this situation truly is.
Apollo feels the heat rushing to his face.
Don't look now, Justice. He takes a deep breath and pulls up the jeans. They're uncomfortably tight.
Throwing on the shirt is a bit easier. He has to remind himself to leave the top buttons undone. Of course, appearances won't matter once he opens his mouth, so after fiddling with his hair a bit he decides to leave well enough alone.
A good hour later and Apollo is on his way to investigate a crime scene (and in the process avoid that rehearsal which someone yelled at him over the phone for being late to). He doesn't know why he keeps answering Klavier's phone when it rings. Impulse, maybe.
After his initial shock upon realizing his situation, Apollo figured there was nothing to be done but to get on with his day. Perhaps this really was a dream, and he'd simply wake up in the morning a bit out of sorts and then laugh quietly to himself. And if it wasn't, well... he'd figure something out, wouldn't he?
At least I'll still be able to get some work done today, he thinks wryly. After all, Prosecutor Gavin has just as much of a reason to be at the crime scene as he does. The opportunity to gather information as a prosecutor is rather convenient, actually.
/
June 21, 1:10 PM
People Park
Phew... Being a rockstar prosecutor isn't all it's cracked up to be. Apollo wipes his brow, fairly certain he's lost the last of Klavier's crazy fangirls. He's relieved to see Ema inside the park.
"Hey, Ema!" Apollo says casually, giving a small wave. She looks up from her clipboard and peers at him quizzically.
...Oops.
"Detective Skye?" Apollo tries again. Her confusion quickly turns to irritation. "Um, I mean... Fräulein Detective!" Apollo beams, finally getting it right. Ema clearly isn't buying it. She regards him with suspicion for a moment, but seemingly comes to the conclusion that bringing up his strange behavior isn't worth the energy.
Eventually, she sighs with a sense of resignation, as if to say 'I don't get paid enough to deal with this', and practically shoves a stack of papers in his face. "Here are the documents you requested last night, Mr. Gavin."
Apollo takes them.
/
Exhausted from a long day of investigating, Apollo makes his way back to Klavier's apartment.
Waking up in Klavier's body had made him tired enough, but spending a whole day trying to act like Klavier certainly hadn't been a cake walk. Hell, he even had to deal with fangirls. But in the end, it was all for naught. After he had received the documents from Ema she informed him that the police had dismissed the case as just an unfortunate accident and dropped all charges against the accused.
He groans and falls face first onto Klavier's bed. Classic. My one opportunity to get inside information about a case, and it ends up going to waste. Somehow he is more disappointed by his missed opportunity to feel like a spy than by the fact that he is out of a job, but in any case, it has been a long day. He just wants things to go back to normal. And really, he had no reason to believe that he won't wake up normally the next day, with no recollection of today's events, never to have this happen ever again. So after some tossing and turning, he eventually falls asleep.
Apollo is only partially right about what the future has in store for him.