My Dog Is Named Scruffy

by Lamia of the Dark

Franziska gives Gumshoe a collar and makes him her pet dog. Love triangle with Edgeworth in later chs. This is an edited and expanded version of the Little Present chapters that were posted in my Million Little Things drabble collection.

4. Sit

-- My Dog Is Named Scruffy --

- Sit -

It had been a long day. Dick Gumshoe was not a happy man. He had no idea why Franziska von Karma was dragging him back to her office instead letting him go home, but he knew by now that this was probably leading up to another one of the little control games that she liked to play with him. His hand went to the dog collar around his neck. He sighed, fingering the little heart-shaped tag that was engraved with his name. Or what might as well have been his name, anyway. The tag said Scruffy.

Most people didn't know about the collar because he kept it hidden under his shirt, but she always checked to make sure he was wearing it, and he had finally stopped taking it off altogether so as to avoid the punishment he would receive if he ever forgot to put it back on. Sometimes she put a leash on him, which was also very humiliating. But she never did that in public, which he was grateful for.

Recently she had purchased a monogrammed dog bowl, which she kept hidden in her office and only brought out during "special" moments when she and the detective were alone together. (It said Scruffy on it, of course.) Thankfully, she had never forced him to eat dog food, but she had made him drink water out of the bowl several times.

As he trudged into her office, the detective wondered idly what she was going to make him do today. He was a little confused to see that she wasn't heading straight for the cabinet where she kept his leash and bowl.

Franziska pulled the chair out from behind her desk and beckoned to the detective. Obediently, he walked over to her. She spoke only one word to him: "Sit." He sat in the chair and waited to find out what would be required of him next. He was surpised when Franziska let the whip slip from her hand. He flinched a little when it hit the ground near his feet. She closed the distance between them in a single step, and in the next instant she was sitting in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder.

"M-Ms. von Karma... w-what... are you doing...?" the detective stammered nervously.

"I'm tired," Franziska replied quietly, snuggling closer to him.

This was certainly a side of her that he had never seen before, but this... this was not entirely unpleasant.

-tbc-

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