(A/N: This was requested by LazyCatfish27, and I managed to get away with a little bit more implied stuff in this one, simply because with Gant and Von Karma, it's not that much of a stretch. Enjoy!

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Challenge: write Manfred Von Karma x Damon Gant)

Manfred Von Karma was never very fond of Damon Gant. He would admit that the man was very good at what he did, and they worked well professionally, however, personally, Von Karma would have like to stab the man in the neck with a steak knife. He didn't like Gant's work ethic or his habit of "looking out for Numero Uno", as he put it. There was very little that would make von Karma think Gant was anything but a self-centered egoist, or make him tolerate the man.

If asked Gant would say the same thing about Von Karma. He found the elder prosecutor to be stuffy, unforgiving and a bit of a pompous ass. His constant pontificating on the pursuit of perfection bored Gant to tears, and Gant actually pitied Edgeworth for having to grow up around the man. He respected Von Karma's skill as a prosecutor, but other than that found his extremely unpleasant.

Naturally, finding out that Von Karma was heading to the precinct to talk to him made Gant visibly irritated. He'd been informed via a call from Lana (who was understandably relieved that she was at the Prosecutor's Office and nowhere near the potential ground zero) that the prosecutor was already on his way and had a matter of some importance to discuss. Grumbling to himself, Gant sat down at his organ and began playing. He kept playing until a walking stick collided with the back of his head and knocked him off of the bench.

Gant sat up rubbing his head, "What the Hell, was that for Von Karma?! I wasn't even doing anything."

"Exactly. You were supposed to be meeting with me. Your officers have been supplying insufficient evidence for the Mansfield case, and I demand to know why."

Gant glared at the other man, but pulled his injured dignity around him like a cloak and stood up, "Well, You could have tapped me on the shoulder like a regular person, you know."

Von Karma tapped his foot impatiently, "I did call your name; several times, in fact. It's not my fault that your infernal instrument drowns out all sound in your vicinity. But you've failed to answer my question; why did your officers not find sufficient evidence?"

Gant leaned against the organ and scratched his ear, "Well, if they didn't find it that means it's not there, Manny."

Von Karma glared at Gant, "Damon, for the last time, my name is not Manny. And I was told there was more evidence than what has been turned over to me; I demand to see it."

Gant grinned, glad to be ruffling von Karma's feathers, "Maybe there is and maybe there isn't. We gave you everything pertinent to the case, and that should be enough for you."

Von Karma ground out, "You do not have the right to determine what is pertinent to MY perfect case, Damon. Don't ever mistake that in my cases, I am the one controlling things."

Gant moved a bit closer, enjoying beating Von Karma around. However, he did not expect to have his legs swept out from underneath him by Von Karma's walking stick. He fell backwards and landed with his shoulders and head pressed up against the keys of the organ, sending out a cacophony of notes. Von Karma leaned over Gant and placed his hands on either side of Gant's head, adding to the discordant tones emanating from the Organ.

Von Karma brought his head lower, "You know, Gant, you should really learn who is in charge in this…relationship."

Nobody else in the building was quite sure what happened in that meeting, except that there were long dissonant chords from the organ for about an hour and a half. Also Chief Gant would always stutter and change the subject when asked about it.

Von Karma, however, would grin and say, "I just set up the chain of command."

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