Yeah.. A little more inspiration this time, but I still tried my best. Tell me what you think, what you love/hate. I don't own ace attorney, and all its characteres, but i own this story. thanks. Fräulein = miss, detektiv = detective, achtung = regard, listen up, look here, pay attention.

Ema really loved days like this. The weather, of course. The sky was a refreshing wash of azure with splashes of silky white clouds. A cold, chilly yet crisp and sweet breeze danced around the air. Why, if she had closed her eyes at this very moment, she could have imagined she was still 16, eager to explore the world with science at her hands. There weren't many people on the streets, just a few odd ones here and there, and to be honest, that's how she liked it in the mornings ; quiet, peaceful, and uncrowded. It was the small things like this that made her day. Shame that the gradual mood she'd often work up through this small things, could be destroyed and shattered within seconds. Like yesterday..

No, Ema. Remember last night? Forget. That's right. She was in a remarkably good mood right now, and was determined to stay in it. She opened up a bag of snackoos she had stuffed in her lab coat pockets earlier, and began to munch on her all time favourite snacks. "Ahh. You've always been here for me, Snackoos" See? It was the small things, literally. Aware that she was drawing close to work, her mind wandered back to the 15 missed calls. I wonder what was so important.. As if answering her silent question, her cellphone rang. "...Klavier..Gavin? Eh? Why is he calling m- ...Oh right. I am late for work" Once again, see? Good mood destroyed and shattered within seconds. She answered the call, and sighed, waiting for his annoyed, angry voice to shout at her.

"Achtung fräulein! You are on your way to the precinct, correct?"

"Urhh.. Yeah, that's.. correct" She never understood why his english was so strange to reply to. It just felt.. weird.

"Don't bother. Basically -"

No. Dammit, she knew he'd be angry, annoyed, perhaps even furious. But firing her off that quickly? I-Isnt't that stretching it quite a bit? Oh no.. What was she going to do, finding a job in this day and time wasn't easy and if Lana found out she was fired, she'd kill her and...

"Fräulein?"

"...It's alright, I understand, I'll go home, it was my fault anyways."

It really was her fault, she decided. Why did she think that the fop was someone who just teased her? She obviously forgot he was also a renowned prosecutor, and arguing with him like that would obviously have its consequences. And to top it off, she was late for work the next day. If anything, he was just being reasonable, and upholding work duties. There was no reason to go "soft" on her, so why did she believe that, even if it was a small glimmer of hope. She somehow mistook him for a goofy annoying fop, when in reality, he had his own life, own job, and perhaps he took no importance to his daily habit of annoying her. Though she tried to conceal it, she was thoroughly embarrased and disappointed with herself for acting so childish and spoilt, and almost felt apologetic to Gavin. "What type of subordinate am I?"

Just as she was about to continue to wallow in her self pity, she suddenly remembered she was still on the phone.

".. Hello? Fräulein?"

"Urhh yes! Yes! I'm here, but I thought I'd told you that I was heading home.."

"..."

A strange silence. Hmm. Now that can't be good.

"...What? What's so strange? It's because I was la-"

"Ahahah! Once again, you do amuse me so! Really, and honestly!"

The fop was now bursting into bouts of laughter, struggling to get his words across on the phone. This really aggravated her. For someone who had just fired their subordinate, he seems far too happy. ... Is he mocking me? Does he take joy in the fact that I'm now being polite to him and sulking? ...Okay, glimmerous renowned prosecutor or not, this guy's really gonna get a piece of my mi-

"You have it all wrong! Go home? I didn't know you were so eager, and obvious if you don't mind me saying, to skip work. Really now, fräulein detektiv, you are one of my best."

Wait. What? ...skip work? D-does that mean...

"So. Uhm. You mean... I'm not fired?" Best? Since when was I his best detective?

"..Fired? Oh if this is "make-klavier-laugh-day" you really win the gold medal! Why didn't you tell me you made a day just for me? You're too kind, fräulein Skye."

Okay, now he was just irritating. All that self reflection earlier had now disappeared from Ema's mind which was solely focused on squeezing answers from the fop.

"Gavin. Answer me."

"...I'm sorry, detective, but I really do not understand what you are talking about. If you are referring to the 15 missed calls from earlier, you would have found that out, if you had not interrupted me earlier, and let me explain, and achieve the purpose of this phone call."

For the second time, Ema was thoroughly embarrased, disappointed and angry with herself for jumping to conclusions. Again. Why do I do this for? I need to stop this habit. After hearing Ema's long apologetic silence, the german prosecutor carried on.

"I simply called you to inform you that a change of work has been made. We are down at the crime scence, and to save you time and energy, I thought I'd call you. Obviously, I failed, as we are having this conversation right now."

"..I see. Thank you for your consideration. I will be making my way there. Goodbye."

Without leaving a moment for him to reply or even accept her thanks, Ema cut the call. Anything to stop that horrible display embarrasment and shame..Okay Ema. Look on the bright side. You're not fired AND you haven't been attacked by squealing fangirls because you were just flattered by Klavier Gavin.

Yeah. It really is the small things that make my day.