(A/N: This is the first crackfic that isn't based around a pairing and I have to say it was a blast to write. Enjoy the randomness!
Phoenix Wright and related characters belong to Capcom…who are nice people and don't want to sue me.
Challenge: a day in the life of Damon Gant.)
Damon Gant had a fairly regimented morning routine. He woke up at 5:00 A.M., showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and was in the precinct by 7:00 A.M. on the dot. Living alone in his austere apartment had allowed him to maintain this regime since he had joined the police force. The previous Chief of police had been an early riser too, so he'd never had any problem getting in to work.
Gant had to force down a sigh of resignation as he walked through the Detective's department. The office was all but in shambles, with papers askew and everywhere, desk chairs at random places throughout the room and that blasted Blue Badger of the Chief of Detective's sitting in the middle of the room. Yesterday had been a trial run for the Chief's creation (although Gant knew for a fact that the scruffy Dick Gumshoe had actually put the blasted thing together. The fact that he could make something that worked still astounded Gant.), but it had broken down and been brought into the detectives department instead of the logical place, the evidence room.
Deciding he'd have to have a "chat" with the good Chief of Detectives (translated: give him nine shades of holy hell.), Gant made his way up to his office. After unlocking his door he headed straight for his beloved organ (what the taxpayers didn't know wouldn't hurt them). Cracking his knuckles, Gant started into a rather enthusiastic rendition of "Moonlight Sonata". He sometimes used the organ as punishment, but it really was there as a way for him to think through problems. He'd learned piano at a young age, and music always seemed to be conducive to though for him. He'd solved quite a few cases sitting at this organ, and after he'd finished the piece he patted the varnished wood fondly before walking over to his desk.
After spending most of the morning dealing with paperwork (and reading the Chief of Detectives the riot act for a good half hour), Gant headed out to meet his good friend "Udgy" for lunch. It was a fairly short lunch, as "Udgy" had to go preside over the trial of that celebrity from that kids show (Gant made a point of staying out of celebrity cases, and as such wasn't familiar with the details).
On the way back up to his office Gant ran into Detective Gumshoe, who was in the process of hauling the broken Blue Badger back to the evidence room (where Gant devoutly hoped it would remain and subsequently be forgotten). The Detective had cheerily greeted his superior before continuing on his merry way. Gant shook his head as he watched him go, before heading up to his office.
As Gant moved to sit down at his desk, he noticed the message light on his phone flashing.
Hitting it, a somewhat fuzzy voice came on over the speaker, "Damon, its Lana…Call me back."
Gant, had the phone in his hand as soon as he recognized the voice, but didn't make the cal until the message had finished. "Lana, I got your message. What did you need to talk about?"
Lana's voice on the other end sounded worn down and tired, "Damon…how badly do you need the conviction on the Harrison case? The prosecutor set to deal with the case is Prosecutor Payne, and you know how his cases have been since two years ago…"
Gant sighed, "Lana, we need that conviction, otherwise we'll end up dealing with a lot of public scrutiny for the rest of the investigation. I would suggest putting Von Karma on it, as I understand Edgeworth is already involved in a case."
"But if we're convicting the wrong man-"
"Lana, you do know what I can do to Ema…please keep that in mind."
There was silence on the other end for a beat then, "fine, I'll inform Von Karma that he's in charge of prosecution."
As Lana hung up, Gant smiled to himself and slouched back in his chair and smugly thought, It's good to be Chief of Police.
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