AN: Today starts the double date ;)! We listen to some oldies but goodies in my humble opinion. Thanks for reading!

Jack54311: Glad you enjoyed it! It's fun examining how they express themselves to each other. And what she'll do to Gumshoe will be revealed down the line!

"Lyn, get up. You take a year to prepare yourself and I would rather we wouldn't be late to whatever spectacle awaits us, so we don't accidentally prolong it."

"Just five more minutes…" the woman said as she buried herself under the comforter.

Miles wasted no time ripping the sheets off, eliminating any warmth she clung to.

"Noooooooooooo…"

"Perhaps we could have stayed there longer, but you made this choice," his words were a mix of disdainful and mocking.

Miles wouldn't openly admit it, as he usually liked to get up early on weekends, but faced with a choice between staying in bed and going out early with Gumshoe for some type of unanticipated adventure...the choice was obvious.

Lazily, Lyn sat up in bed and reached for her glasses on the stand. As usual Miles was mean about waking her up, but she was lucky it wasn't worse today considering the circumstances.

At Gumshoe's request, (for what he declared a day of major fun, which Miles scoffed at) Lyn and Miles were asked to be ready by 11 AM sharp. He would pick the two of them up and they'd be off to...wherever it was they were going.

The detective refused to disclose where they were even going for it would spoil the surprise. He only suggested that they wear loose and casual clothes.

With her glasses on, she went to whine at Miles for his rudeness, but paused. Her eyebrows raised at the outfit the prosecutor was wearing. Oddly enough, she had never seen him wearing a pair of jeans like a commoner, but she supposed the day was the day.

She was stunned as to how he could still look so good wearing nothing but sneakers, loose fitting jeans, and a reddish-pink tshirt. In a way, it also felt like the universe was breaking. His "casual" was usually business.

"What are you looking at?"

"A loser."

He rolled his eyes in response. "Well, I suppose this loser is going to shave. I suggest you grab something to eat and get dressed."

"Okay, mommy dearest," she said sticking her tongue out. The woman hopped out of bed after some drowsiness dissipated.

"It's a wonder how your mother managed to raise you at all," he muttered as he left for the bathroom.

Lyn chuckled. His guess was as good as hers. She couldn't remember a time when she wasn't an outright clown or a deadpan snarker. Her family had told her stories of how she trolled other starting from age 2.

And speaking of trolling, she remembered her prank for Gumshoe. It wasn't anything big like a porno or speed dating set up, but it would be amusing all the same. It was hitting the detective where it hurt...

The woman slipped downstairs and into the kitchen. Pess greeted her with a bark. It was a kind gesture considering the dog was eating. Giddy, Lyn opened the fridge and took out her bag holding a McDonald's box and Pepsi.

Eyeing her prank with glee, she didn't feel like making anything that would take effort. Thus, Lyn grabbed a quick bowl of cereal, washed it out so Miles wouldn't nag her, and ran back upstairs to get dressed.

By the time she was finished getting ready it was 10:45. The two of them sat hanging around on the couch in the living room.

"So what do you think we're doing?" Lyn asked head in Miles' lap. "Maybe like...laser tag?"

"If Gumshoe woke me up to go play laser tag, I'll be livid," Miles said. "Knowing him...whatever it is it will truly be 'special'."

"Hm, guess a picnic is out of the question...ah well, I guess we'll see soon."

"Indeed."

"Thanks for doing it," Lyn said sitting up and turning to hug him.

"You remember our trade off, it'll happen tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she brushed off. "But thanks anyway, you big grump."

He had had half a mind to torture her for the whole day even before tomorrow, but hearing a genuine sounding thanks made him reconsider...

Ding, chimed the bell.

...but not for too long.

Lyn hopped to her feet, grabbing her bag of food. "It begins!"

It certainly did, he thought sarcastically.

Lyn rushed over to the door and opened it. "Hi, detective!"

"Hey, Ms. Doom! Ready for a day of adventure?" he asked her. It was funny seeing him in anything other than his signature green trench coat. Today he was wearing jeans, sneakers, a Blue Badger t-shirt and a dark green bomber jacket.

She nodded. "Definitely!"

Miles stood up, and dragged his feet to the door. He figured it was best to get this day over with as soon as possible.

"Good morning, Detective Gumshoe."

"Morning, sir! Get ready! I'm gonna knock your socks off with today's itinerary!" Gumshoe huffed excitedly.

"Oh, I bet you are," Miles replied deadpan.

Lyn repressed a giggle, while she nudged Miles in the arm with her elbow. She knew he wasn't excited to go, but he should at least try to be a little less sarcastic since he was going to torment her the following day.

"By the way, detective," Lyn said extending her bag of food towards Gumshoe. "I got this just for you. It's a fun meal. I think you'll really like it."

Miles observed how happy she was to pass over the food to Gumshoe, noticing the glint of mischief in her eyes, that sadly the detective didn't notice as he happily accepted the food without so much as an afterthought. Unfortunately, for him, Miles didn't feel like letting him in on the secret that whatever was in that bag probably wasn't any good for him. He was still upset to be up this early going to some undisclosed location. He was honestly, just hoping that Gumshoe wasn't taking them to a corn maze or something.

"Maggey's in the car, so how bout we get to it!" he said walking off the porch and down to where he parked. Miles looked at Lyn, with an expression that asked, 'what have you gotten me into now?' She responded by laughing.

He shut and locked the door behind him. "So, what's in the bag you gave him?"

"Oh? You caught on, huh?" she asked playfully.

"I've spent enough time with you to know that you've planned something. That wasn't a charity, I know."

"Haha, well that's a secret," she grinned. "Don't spoil it."

"Believe me, if I felt like it, I would have told Gumshoe a few seconds ago."

She gasped. "Ah, so you want to see it, huh?"

"I won't deny it," he said. "How horrific is it?"

"Mm. Well, I think he'll be more disappointed than anything else when he sees what's inside," she mused. "But let's get going. You'll see it happen later."

Lyn walked off to the dark green colored sedan parked in front of my house with the engine running. With a sigh, he followed behind her into the back seat once she'd opened the door and climbed in.

Inside, he slammed the door shut. "Hi, Mr. Edgeworth!" said Maggey just as chipper.

"Hello, Maggey," he replied as he tried to adjust to Gumshoe's car. Miles wasn't all that used to driving with other people, as he liked driving and adored his car. To him, he found the car was much like Gumshoe. A bit slovenly, but it served its purpose. For lack of a better word, the car was in mint condition and the inside reeked of fast food and those car air fresheners. The back had been hastily cleaned, with all sorts of junk including food crumbs, newspapers, water bottles, a homemade metal detector, and boots mostly pushed to the side Lyn was on.

On occasion, he would accuse Lyn of being a slob, but now he thought better of it. Far better. If anything, she was a little messy. This was horrendous.

"Alright, buckle up! It's gonna be a bit of a ride," said Gumshoe, all too excitedly strumming the steering wheel.

Cringing, Lyn buckled in her seat belt. Not that she didn't usually do so, but the part where the belt connected with covered in some strange unidentifiable brown goop. Miles had lucked out, being nothing on his as he buckled up. Perhaps, it was karma.

Once everyone was situated, Gumshoe took off down the road a little faster than Miles would have liked.

"So, guys how's that couples life treating you, huh?" teased Maggey.

"Oh, peachy. It's such nice quality bonding moments like this, that make the experience so very worth it," the prosecutor remarked dryly folding his arms.

Lyn was starting to getting annoyed with him. Miles by far getting the better end of the deal at least being on the cleaner side of the car and he was still bitching about it? "Ya, it's super cool, Mags. I get to torment Miles every single day of the week and there's little he can do to stop it."

"Torment?" questioned Maggey. "Oh!...Are you guys into kinky stuff?"

Miles flushed a thousand shades of red glaring at Lyn. As usual, Lyn bust out laughing, though she had to admit she was a little embarrassed by the frankness of Maggey's question. "Oh, no it's nothing like that," she said. "I just like to tease him. It's a sign of my affection. Whereas other couples are probably normal and nice to each other, we thrive on annoying each other."

"I think you're just talking about you," Miles said.

"Don't lie," she smirked. "It's hypocritical."

"Hm, so what do you do?" asked Gumshoe. "Maggey's not usually happy when I bother her."

"Oh, let's see...the last thing I purposely did was take Miles' credit card and order a limited collector's edition of the Jammin' Ninja memorabilia DVD set."

"You did WHAT?! How much did that cost?! How dare you spend my credit card funds on such trash!"

"...Just kidding," Lyn grinned. "Ah, but it's not trash when you spend money on the Steel Samurai? Hypocriteeeeeee."

"That is very different," he protested. Miles determined he'd better check is credit card statement when he returned home. Right now, he couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.

"But don't worry, the only thing I actually did was leave your socks in the freezer," she said.

"...Why would you do that?"

"Because, I wanted you to have literal cold feet."

"Woman..." he glared. Tomorrow he would be vicious. Tomorrow she would suffer...all in character, much like the polite facade he was putting on now. "...That's an act of war."

"Yup. I'll be waiting for your next move."

"Oh, I think I get it!" beamed Gumshoe, as he continued to drive down the intersection. "You amuse yourselves by provoking each other. It's a competition to see who can one up the other!"

Lyn's jaw dropped. Had she found a kindred soul in Gumshoe? "Yes! Exactly! To me, romance and war is the same thing!"

Miles covered his face with his hands. This wasn't happening. How could Gumshoe understand this weird dynamic they had going? He didn't want him to because he was certain that he was going to encourage Lyn to keep it up. They were only 10 minutes into ride. What more could possibly come?

"Maybe you guys could try it!" Lyn suggested, all to happy to drag someone else into her madness.

"Oh, I wish, but I have such bad luck, I'm sure that anything I did would go horrifically wrong," Maggey said. "Besides, I think I'm better off being nice to Gummy."

"Aw, thanks Maggey."

"Why can't you be nice like she is?"

"Because you're an arrogant man. You need someone to knock you down a peg!"

"Ah, my old man was a proponent of tough love. Good stuff that molded me into the man I am today," mused Gumshoe.

"Don't encourage her!" snapped Miles.

Lyn giggled quietly in the back, whilst looking at Miles. Today she was pushing all the right buttons.

Annoyed, Miles looked out the window to his right side. They were passing a few cars and entering on to the freeway. Wherever they were going, it was definitely not too close by, he determined.

"Detective Gumshoe, where are we going?" asked the demon prosecutor.

"I told you, sir! It's top secret! Prepare to have your mind blown!"

No dice. He wasn't going to reveal the location until they arrived. "Can you at least tell me how long it will take?"

"Yeah, yeah!" chimed in Lyn. "Are we there yet?"

"Hehe, well we won't arrive for another 40 minutes. That's as much of a hint as I'll give you!"

40 minutes?! He would have to suffer in this cramped, smelly, and junky car of Gumshoe's for that long? Wherever they were going had better worth it!

"Hey guys, how bout some tunes?" Gumshoe asked as he turned on the radio.

Oh boy, thought Miles. This was one of the problems with driving with other people. Their preference in music selection reigned supreme. That's why he enjoyed his car. He could listen to whatever he wanted without argument.

The man tinkered around with the stations until he found one that he liked.

"Oh!" Maggey said. "I haven't heard this is in ages!"

In response, Gumshoe cranked up the volume so everyone could hear...

Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
'Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is

It was then Gumshoe and Maggey started to belt out the song together.

Chill out, what you yelling for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if, you could only let it be, you will see
I like, you the way you are
When we're, driving in your car
And you're, talking to me one on one but you become

Somebody else
'Round everyone else
You're watching your back
Like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool
You look like a fool to me
Tell me

Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall, and you crawl, and you break
And you take, what you get, and you turn it into
Honesty and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no...

Miles and Lyn looked at each other.

Miles looked appalled, due to Gumshoe's scratchy deep voice singing to Avril Lavigne's high pitched range. Whereas Lyn was more confused that this was a song he clearly liked. But Maggey was having fun and she didn't mind Gumshoe's bad singing. It was a pity they couldn't hear her more than the detective.

It was duly noted between the two of them through whispers, that if they were ever invited to karaoke by them, they'd decline with some poor excuse.

...Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall, and you crawl, and you break
And you take, what you get, and you turn it into
Honesty and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no

Miles leaned his head against the door frame, relieved that the couple's performance had come to an end. He just had to pray that no more songs would come on that they liked to prevent anymore musical numbers.

But he spoke too soon, for once Complicated ended, another more menacing song began with its haunting piano part...

"Omg I love this song! Crank it up, Gumshoe!" said Lyn.

He didn't think it possible, but the radio became even louder than before. The bass was blaring. And everyone except him started dramatically singing:

(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit lonely
And you're never coming 'round
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
(Turn around, bright eyes) every now and then I fall apart
(Turn around, bright eyes) every now and then I fall apart

God, he hated this stupid song. It was over the top and brought out how over the top and hammy people could be. Plus those cheesy 80 sounds got on his nerves. And beyond that, the video was creepy.

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight...

If there was a way for someone to turn their ears off he would have done so. Sadly, all he could was listen in agony to the three out of tune and key singers, belt out notes no way they could ever hit unless they were trained by an opera singer for half of their life. His only defense was covering his ears with his hands to no avail. It was pointless, he knew to try to do ignore it, but Lyn had to make it far more difficult by dramatically gesturing at him and grabbing his arms and touching his legs. If he hadn't been so intent on covering his ears or worried about being in the presence of Gumshoe and Maggey he most likely would have locked her into a wrestling hold at this point.

On the plus side, there were only 33 more minutes of this. But it also meant a half an hour more of songs.

Wherever they were going...it had better be worth it.