A/N: I wasn't originally going to have this be anything more than a oneshot, but well… the ideas just kept coming. I hope you decide to stick around for more mornings with a fop of a boss

Disclaimer: I didn't become a billionaire and buy Apollo Justice in the time since the last chapter was uploaded. Thus, it is still property of CAPCOM. And I still haven't played it OTL SORRY

Tuesday : you translate into my dreams

I didn't want to.

I promised myself that I wouldn't.

Ema, you shouldn't make promises lightly, my inner Lana scolded me. I internally Snackooed her (she wasn't really Lana, after all) and gritted my teeth. I don't have a choice. I just can't take it any more, this feeling of being in the dark every second of the day.

"That will be 6.16," the female cashier informed me in a monotone, and I forked over the equivalent of three bags of Snackoos.

"Goddamn glimmerous fop," I muttered, ignoring the look I got from the cashier as I snatched the bag away and stalked out of the store.

And so I bought a German-English dictionary.

I raced outside just as the bus I needed to catch to the Precinct started to lurch away, but my the force of my rage- at myself and at my boss- propelled me through the doors just before they snapped shut. The bus driver raised his eyebrows at me. "Late again? This isn't usually where I pick you up, is it, Miss Morning Person?"

I shoved my bus card in his face and stalked to the back of the bus. I had to wake up extra early to get to Barnes and Noble before the workday started, and as even the bus driver knows, mornings aren't my strong suit. I ripped open a bag of Snackoos and crunched away.

Now, what is it that glimmerous fop always says to me? "Detekivin." Okay, I think I've got that one figured out. And "Fraulein", even I know that one. Uhhhm…crap. What is it he's always saying to me? Leemie? Liega? I ruffled furiously through the pages of the accursed book.

There was no Liega, but there was a Liege: "cot or bed." That just didn't seem right. "If you're going to insult me, at least make it a real insult," I grumbled. Maybe I wasn't spelling it right. I started to read the foreword about pronunciation and spelling, and before I knew it I was out like I was sleeping on a luxurious Liege and not an unforgiving bus seat.

Klavier Gavin was bending over me. "Ah, my beautiful Liege…how are you today?"

"I'm not a bed!" I sat up quickly. "So don't call me Leeg…that!"

He knelt down next to me and gently brushed a hand along my jawbone. There must be some weird thing pressure point there or something because I couldn't move at all, I could only stare into his blue, blue, blue eyes…

"Auf Wiedersehen, und ich kann du in meine Armen wieder halten," he whispered, and leaned forward until his warm lips met mine.

"Mmm…"

"Ick…Mr. Prosecutor, you're drooling."

Someone who was definitely not Klavier shouted at me. "Hey, I'm not the one drooling, Miss Morning." I awoke suddenly and realized the entire foreword of the my dictionary (as well as Aal through Blaugrau) was soaking. The driver chuckled at me from his seat at the front of the bus.

"Ugh! Whyjoowaykmehoop?" I mumbled incoherently, dragging my mouth across my sleeve.

"End of the line! You gotta get off here."

Line? What line? I looked around me and found that I was still on the bus. "Wha- what time-?" I was already out of my seat, stuffing the dictionary into my bag, frantically checking my watch. Nooo! I'm laaaate! My little nap completely left my mind. I dashed through the doors of the station, shouted "GoodmorningsorryI'mlatesirwon'thappenagain!" to the man at the desk, and plunged into my office.

My chair whirled around without me touching it, and there he was.

The glimmerous fop.

The rockstar prosecutor.

My boss.

"Ah, my beautiful Liebe!" He grinned at me and pushed his sunglasses up on his forehead. "How are you today?" Unfortunately, that greeting brought my nap back to the front and center of the stage of my mind.

Klavier Gavin.

Star of my dream- no, my nightmare. I could feel my eye twitching as my gaze traveled (without my permission, may I add) from his lips- his lips that had been so warm and perfect- to his eyes- blue blue blue eyes- and…

"Liebe? Was ist los mit dir?" He looked at me with concern. I tried to decide between fainting and screaming. "Meine Detektivin? Bist du krank? Oder habe ich etwas in die Zähne?"

Screaming it is.

"Out! Get ouuuut of my office, you glimmerous fooooop! You- you- incomprehensible German! You creature of nightmares!"

He beat a hasty retreat (although his smile never left his face) and left me alone with a mountain of paperwork, a crushed model of a crime scene, and a soggy German dictionary. Why, oh why, I lamented, did I ever have to become a detective? And why did God invent mornings?

But that wasn't the last morning I would spend with my glimmerous boss, and it wasn't the worst either. Little did I know that it was also far from the best.

A/N: Translations, yay! I won't translate things that were translated in the text, like Liege cot/bed.

Auf Wiedersehen, und ich kann du in meine Armen wieder halten Until I see you again, and I can hold you in my arms again. (Dream Klavier is just saying what real Klavier said last chapter xD)

Guten Morgen Good morning. Please tell me you knew this one…

Liebe love (term of endearment)

Was ist los mit dir? What's the matter?

Bist du Krank? Are you sick?

Oder habe ich etwas in die Zahne? Or do I have something in my teeth?