AN: This one is light fluff. But it leads up to the next comedy of errors so I'm pretty excited for it. As always, thanks for taking the time to check out my work.

JordanPhoenix: Of course! And I'm glad you enjoyed! xD absolutely agree. I really do not see him as a bottom bitch lol. I'm certain our headcannons are one in the same xD. Whore mode activated for Lyn hahaha.

DJJ680: Hahaha xD. Now, I just hear the loop of the saxophone solo in my head over and over. Hopefully, Kay's mix has Lionel Richie's Hello too xD.

Pulling the curtains back, Lyn looked out of the window of her bedroom...one she was gradually coming to believe was her own. She laughed to herself, amused at how quickly she was becoming attached to the idea of living with Miles.

It was pitch black outside, minus the twinkle of a couple of stars that one could see only if they squinted hard enough. Impatient, she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

It was past 7. Miles sometimes had a habit of staying super late at the office. Her not being as dedicated, would leave around 5. To be in that damn office was suffocating.

The more time went on, the better she understood the nuances and details of the work she had been assigned. And the more she understood, the more she hated. It made her brain hurt just to reach that level of understanding. And because of that, the faster she wanted to get out of there when it was time.

Lyn closed the curtains back and frowned. She wondered if it was needy of her to call Miles now. But to be fair, she hadn't seen him since this morning. Swallowing her insecurity, she grabbed her phone and decided to ring him up. It rang a few times before he picked up.

"Miles Edgeworth, speaking," answered the deep voice on the other line. She had always liked the sound of his voice from the first time she heard it, but somehow he sounded...cooler over the phone for some reason. Not like she'd ever admit that. She made a mental note to make more excuses to call later.

"Hey buddy," she said. "How are you doing tonight?"

"I'm here. I suppose that counts for something," Miles said derisively.

"And here I thought you loved your job," the woman said poking fun.

"You do know that every job has some aspect you don't like about it, right?" he asked almost exasperated.

Someone was grumpy. "Haha, I know, I know. I'm not that silly, Miles. Just pulling your leg."

"Mhm."

"How much more do you need to do?"

"Quite a bit."

"Awwwww…" Lyn said. She supposed she ought to leave him be. "Then I guess I'll leave you alone."

"You don't have to go so soon. We barely spoke today."

"Yeah, but I don't want to distract you," she said not wanting to be a hindrance to his work.

"Lyn, you distract me daily," Miles remarked matter of fact. "I'm pretty sure it's impossible for you to not be anything but a distraction."

"Hey," she caught herself grinning from ear to ear. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

"...The jury's out," he said lightly.

Lyn sighed, though out of amusement more than disappointment. She shouldn't have expected him to be forthcoming with that answer.

Miles changed the topic. "How was your day today?"

"I mean, it's probably no different from yours. It just involved Detective Gumshoe talking to me for longer than I would have liked about…" It was then she remembered what Gumshoe had mentioned earlier.

"About what?"

Oops. She forgot that she hadn't told him about the...double date proposal.

She coughed. "Miles, darling...dear..."

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "...What asinine thing have you done now?"

"Uhm. So, we were invited to go on double date of sorts...with Gumshoe and Maggey."

There was a long pause.

"...Tell me you said no," the demon prosecutor demanded.

"If I said I said no, would it make you happy?" she asked with an awkward laugh.

"...You're kidding me," Miles groaned.

"It's Saturday."

"God," he muttered. "What on earth would I do with Gumshoe…?"

"I don't know. He said it'd be exciting, whatever it was we did."

"Joy."

"I don't think it'll be that bad."

"I'm glad you're acknowledging that much, at least."

He liked Gumshoe, despite the screw ups. He got the job when it needed to be done. And truthfully, he was one of the few people he knew who could trust and count on as a loyal friend. Though, he felt like they had little in common…

Lyn smirked. She was glad Miles was at the office. He probably would have tormented her in person if she had brought out that news before him. Then again, he might brutalize her feet later.

But for now, she laughed in her mind at how funny it would be imagining how this date would play out.

After all, Miles and Gumshoe were worlds apart… Dick Gumshoe was a guy you'd want to kick a few beers back with at a pub with the boys. Miles Edgeworth was a man you'd see with a glass of wine exchanging business cards with professionals at a networking event.

Talk about an odd couple.

Lyn couldn't say she was that much better, though. She was middle class. When it came to taste...she could have quite expensive tastes in clothes, furniture and outings… but if anyone ever saw her diet they'd think she were a plebeian. She hated beer, knew nothing about the outdoors, and never learned how to swim.

She could at least say, she had marginally better luck than Maggey though.

"Well, it'll be a new learning experience, eh?"

"Learning in how awkward things can get?"

She laughed in response. "Don't be such a stick in the mud."

"You owe me."

"I know...but if you saw his face, you wouldn't say no either." Lyn remembered that overly eager puppy dog face Gumshoe had put on, so excited and hyped up for the idea, that she couldn't bring herself to deflate him.

"You owe me something very nice," he said.

She took the bait. She knew Miles wouldn't let it go since he was stubborn. "Okay, what do I owe you?"

"Your body. For a whole day."

"H-huh?" she flushed at the wording.

"If go on this double date, you will do everything I ask of you for a whole day. No matter how absurd, stupid, or otherwise embarrassing it may be." Lyn could practically envision the smirk he had on the other end.

"Nrg..." She didn't like the sound of it. It actually made her worried. She was the troll here, and she had no idea what ridiculous meant to Miles. What dumb things would he have her do?

"Is it a deal?"

"I don't know..."

"Take it or I won't go." His words were firm and resolute, like those of a strict parent.

Goddamit Gumshoe. "...Oh, fine."

"A wise decision."

"For you."

"Oh and you too. I think it'd be a good exercise in obedience," he remarked dryly. "I look forward to have you as my personal assistant all day. I'll have to prepare a schedule in advance."

"Oh, shut up."

"I can already imagine it. You can make breakfast, do the dishes, do the laundry, make the bed-"

"Nooooo! This sounds so lame already..."

"Really?" he teased. "I thought being the equivalent of a maid would be nice. How could I make it make it more appealing...?"

"Nevermind," she said quickly. "I take it back. I'm fine."

"Oh, no, no, no. If you're my personal assistant, I have to make this a good, no rather, one of the best experiences you'll ever have," Miles said mockingly. "Would you rather act as in home health aid?"

"What?"

"You could help me shower-"

She coughed, choking on her own spit. "I'm sorry, but WHAT?"

"If being a maid is dissatisfactory to you it's another option that should be less strenuous."

"You're a pervert."

Miles outright laughed. It felt like he was laughing in her face. If he were here she would have punched him.

"Hm, I believe this is what they call a case of the pot calling the kettle black."

"That's not-"

"I'm just asking for a back scrub. Have you never experienced hard to reach locations? How's that perverted? That's your perverted mind seeing things that aren't there. But...not like you have to do it. You can just opt to be my maid instead."

Lyn wanted to protest, but she laughed instead. Miles was an evil human being. And when he teased her, it was often done so strategically well that she was impressed.

"I don't think I'd be a very good health aid...Guess I'll be a maid."

"Perfect," he said. "We'll pick a good outfit for you after that travesty that Saturday is passes."

"Outfit?" she squeaked. "What outfit?"

"Don't be silly. Obviously, attire befitting of a marvelous maid," he continued never once breaking character. "I wouldn't want your regular clothes to be damaged from all of the hard work you'll be doing for me."

"...You're so mean."

"Don't worry, I'll net you the best outfit money can buy. In fact, it'll fit... above the knees, so it can make the physical manual labor an easier process."

Lyn ran a hand over her face. She was going to look ridiculous in one of those maid's outfit.

"If only I could be a maid for someone with less of an ego…" she sighed.

"Nonsense, you wouldn't even be here to begin with if I didn't have it."

"Nu uh."

"...Then tell me, what kinds of men are you normally attracted to?"

She paused. It took her a second to recall the patterns. "Uhm. I like wise guys. People that can be competitive with me. And are confident."

"And men you didn't like?"

"Boring...insecure...were always too nice to me."

"You'd be bored otherwise. You need someone with an ego because it keeps yours in check."

"I don't have one."

"Ms. Delusional has checked in."

"Where is mine?"

"Oh come, now. You're always begging for my attention in the most interesting ways. In fact, I'd wager this phone call was made simply because you wanted my attention. Was it not?"

Her face was burning up. She couldn't bring herself to even make a bad lie. "Well, it's like..."

"Like what?"

"Like..." she wouldn't admit that, yes, she indeed want his attention. However, she did missed his presence. That was a little more difficult to spit out, though.

"I knew it."

"You think you know everything, Miles. What's new?" she riffed. "That's your ego speaking."

He chuckled. "I, at least, won't deny it."

"Hrn..." now she was annoyed. "There's nothing to deny, other than how I just missed your stupid presence. That's the only why I made the call. Not just because I like to be showered with attention."

"Oh? Really?" he asked with amusement. "Nice of you to confess the obvious for a change."

"You-"

"Don't think I didn't guess why, Lyn," he said. "I just pushed a few buttons per se...and let you do the rest."

He baited her, hook, line, and sinker. He was way too good at it.

Mildly embarrassed, she said nothing.

"...I never mind when you call. Don't hesitate to do so if you wish to speak with me," he admitted in earnest. "It's a welcome distraction."

"I'm glad."

She was relieved to know it wasn't annoying to him.

"But I'm afraid I must go now. I have to finish up, so I won't be here as late tomorrow."

"Okay," she said. "What time are you coming back?"

"I should be home by 8:30."

"Yay! Wait, I mean...oh no. It means I can't practice cooking," she teased.

"Please don't. Not without me there. I like my house to remain free of ash."

"Heh. Heh. Heh. Well you'd better hurry up," she said turning on her super villain voice. "It might be a barren wasteland by the time you return muhahaha."

"In other words, please come back soon because I'm bored, in Lyn language."

"Hmph. Way to take the drama out of it..." she pouted. "But I'll stop holding you up. Later, alligator!"

"Bye-"

"Excuse me? What do you mean bye? Do the rest!" Lyn demanded.

Miles sighed before giving in. "Hrn...In a while... crocodile."

There was always a feeling of pride that swelled whenever she could get him to say something so cheesy. She giggled before she hung up. "Bye!"

The girl placed the phone back in her pocket.

She felt pretty grateful that he wasn't around right now to see her being all giddy about their talk. Content, Lyn hopped onto the bed. Lyn didn't consider herself a sappy person, but she couldn't deny to herself how much she liked Miles. Of course, she usually downplayed it around him and chose to harass him with jokes and pranks instead.

It's just that she found it too much at times to divulge how much she cared because it was a whole lot. It was probably too much. It definitely scared her though. Perhaps, she'd get it straight before she left. Or maybe it was just something better not expressed as the inevitable parting would happen.

But in the end, it didn't matter too much since he could see through her and coax out what she tried to hold back regardless.

Lyn sighed.

She'd have to get back at Gumshoe for being to affable to say no to. It was his fault she was opting to become a "maid" for a day. A little practical joke wouldn't hurt, she thought. Lyn figured there was at least an hour before Miles arrived so she'd spend some time brainstorming some new pranks to try out on her next target...