Miles cell phone rang and he rolled over. It was the middle of the night. He groaned. This couldn't be good probably some jailbreak or double homicide or something. He flipped it open without looking at it.

"Hello, Prosecutor Edgeworth speaking. What's the situation?" Miles stated without giving it any thought.

"Come to me. I need you. NOW!!" His sleepy haze immediately disappeared replaced by determination.

"I'll be there in mere moments, sister."

"That won't be soon enough."

He was going to flip the phone shut as he stepped out of his bedroom, but she started panting into the phone, "Miles, I have needs!!"

The corners of his mouth curled skyward. "I understand, my darling. I'm on my way."

"You are too slow!"

"I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you. I promise."

He whispered into the phone as he traversed the hallways between their wings of the house passing suits of armor and priceless works of art.

"What is taking you so long?"

Miles laughed. "Darling, perhaps you'd prefer us to move into a doublewide?"

"HMPH!"

"Don't worry. I'll make it up to you." He said it slowly and sensually into his phone as he briskly made his way to her chamber.

He reached her door and entered. Franziska's room was bathed in candlelight. The blue walls of her bedroom and the paintings of flowers trembled with the light from the dancing flames. Her enormous antique bed with the ornate metal headboard sat askew with the comforters and sheets hanging every which way off of it. Franziska was kneeling in the middle of the bed wearing only a pair of white lacy panties. Her legs were spread apart, her hair was strangely tousled, and a disgruntled look was on her face. She was still holding her cell phone to her ear. From the look of her and her bed Edgeworth guessed she had been thrashing about seeking satisfaction for hours either that or she had invited twenty children to come jump on her bed and he knew there was no chance of that.

He flipped his phone shut and climbed right onto the bed stripping his clothes as he went. His eyes didn't leave hers as he crawled to her.

"Why didn't you call me sooner, love?" He said setting his garments on the floor by the bed.

Franziska looked down and tossed her cell phone on the floor by the bed. She was embarrassed by her weakness, by her needs and the fact she was unable to gratify herself.

"My dear sister, I am here to pleasure you and I will be anytime you need me. Call me anytime. You needn't be embarrassed EVER," and taking her hands he laid her back and began to relieve her frustration.

The next morning Miles kissed her cheek.

"Sleep well?"

Franziska murmured something that sounds like yes and he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to go now before anybody else is up, but I meant what I said, dear sister, if I can do anything to relieve you please call me and I'll come to you. Thank you for last night."

Miles licked her neck and found himself becoming aroused once again and so he got hurriedly and exited. He didn't want to get carried away and wake Franziska up she needed to sleep.

Back in his own bedroom, before once again falling to sleep he assigned Franziska her own ring tone so that he would know as soon as she called him. He hoped she wouldn't be too stubborn to call. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel good from sun up to sun down. She was a spectacular person and he knew he had fallen madly in love with her, but their situation was a tad awkward, making it difficult to know how to proceed. So, at least for now he was allowing her to call the shots until he figured out the rules of the game.

Three nights later…

*Franziska's special cell phone ring tone*

"Darling, I'm on my way."

The following weekend…

*Franziska's special cell phone ring tone*

"Miles Edgeworth, I NEED-"

"I'm coming."

The night after that…

*Franziska's special cell phone ring tone*

"NOW!!"

Miles just laughed.

Two weeks later…

*Franziska's special cell phone ring tone*

"Brother, I…I…"

"No need to explain, darling." Miles smiled.

"Oh, thank heaven," he thought. It had been a while…

One week later…

*Franziska's special cell phone ring tone*

"Franziska? Are you serious?"

"WHAT?!"

Miles sighed.

"You said…"

"I know what I said, but already? Again?"

"Do you know what time it is?"

"No."

"Well, neither do I, but it couldn't have been more than three hours ago that we-"

"Are you coming or not?"

"Yes, yes, darling." Miles grumbled a little.

"If you don't want to I won't make you."

"No, no. I'm just wondering what I'm doing wrong. You're SUPPOSED to be tired…I think." Miles was never very sure of himself about these matters and Franziska thought his uncertainly was very cute, charming even.

"Miles, when making love in bed one gets sleepy, but you pinning me against the bookcase in the library only makes me more excited."

"Oh!" Miles blushed. He had gotten a little carried away after dinner. "Yes, sorry about that. I don't know what came over me."

"I LIKED IT!"

"Oh, did you now?" He smiled.

The next night…

*Franziska's special cell phone ring tone*

"Hello, darling. I'm on my way."

"No, I have something to ask you."

"Oh?" Miles stopped moving toward the door. He found his heart thumping a little harder. He was concerned he had done something wrong. Franziska was going to call it off and he wouldn't survive the rejection. He was sure of it. He started to feel a little ill.

"Yes, I didn't get a chance to see you all day and then I got home so late…"

It wasn't unusual for Miles and Franziska to not eat dinner together, but she hadn't even made it home before he retired for the evening.

"I know. I was getting worried about you. Did you even eat anything before you went to bed?"

"I don't remember. I'm so weary, Miles."

"I know." Franziska was overworking herself especially badly right now. It was part of the reason Miles felt so devoted to her every whim. If there was anything he could do to make her a little less miserable he did it. There was no limit to his willingness to serve her.

"What was it you were wanting to ask me?"

"Oh…would you go to the symphony with me next Friday?"

Miles breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well?" She said sounding concerned.

"I'd love to."

"Good. Well… good night then."

"Good night, darling."

"Miles, could I come sleep with you?"

"If you would like." He paused and there was only silence on the phone. "I would like that. I miss you."

Franziska sighed. "I miss you too. I tried so hard to get a moment to come see you at lunch, but those damn fool detectives wouldn't leave me alone."

"Yes, they're much more persistent than Gumshoe ever was."

"I'll be with you in just a few minutes."

"How about I go get a snack from the kitchen for us?"

"That would be WONDERFUL, Miles."