A/N: I'm really starting to love writing about these two. FYI- I've not used the word 'fool' in this once. Shocks me almost as much as my chapter with Gumshoe without the word 'pal'.

Pairing: Edgeworth/ Franziska

Disclaimer: I own this idea! It came to me in a dream! I jest. It came to me like most of these chapters do. Like a brick to the face.

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Notice Me

This Tuesday was like every other Tuesday until he noticed her again. He was walking behind her as they headed up the stairs toward his office and had to grab hold of the banister to steady himself, to remind him that he was on the stairs. On the stairs meant that he had somewhere to go and so shouldn't be sidetracked by such things. His thoughts had gone from the possible merits of the upcoming jurist trial to the way Franziska's hips moved as she made each step and then back- very swiftly, to jurists systems and their history in other countries.

It hadn't been the first time he'd noticed a particular aspect about her, but it was the first time it had happened twice within the space of ten minutes. Usually he would do his best to flood his mind with anything concerning his profession. Today his mind wouldn't shut her out though, and she came flooding in through all his senses.

He moved past her to unlock his door while she waited impatiently, telling him that she hadn't all day to stand around and all he could think was that her smell was incredibly misplaced on her. Why did she smell summery? Why did her smell remind him of some hidden part of a park where teenagers in shorts and summer dresses would sit and laugh?

His hand froze on the key after he had turned it at the descriptions of her going through his head and she didn't help when she batted his hand away with her own to open the door for him, shooting him a strange look before marching in.

She stopped just short of his desk and he moved behind her and stepped further around to reach his desk chair. Pulling it back and then sitting down quietly as he ever did, he pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen and began writing as she started pacing around.

She was still talking to him and he had stayed as silent as he usually did when she spoke, barely raising his head to indicate that he was listening. As he did she walked past his direct eye line and found himself captivated. Watching her pace the room, forwards and backwards, again and again she did this and again and again he watched through the curtain his hair provided that hid his quite embarrassing problem; he couldn't stop staring.

"Miles Edgeworth! Which shelf is that file on?" She asked him and he snapped his head up, desperately searching back to remember what she'd been talking about.

"Third bookshelf." He said, "Fourth row from the top." And after a second he looked up just as she reached it to make sure that he had indeed been right and wondered vaguely why her legs today in particular, were noticeable to him. It wasn't in the way she had to tiptoe to reach it because he'd seen her on tiptoes before, and it wasn't the way her body looked as she reached up in a failed attempt to grab the file. There was something different about the way she held herself and he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me struggle or are you going to help me?" She snapped.

"I hadn't noticed." He said quicker than he thought he should.

"You can't lie to me, Miles Edgeworth, of course you noticed." She said, turning to him. "Well?"

"There are ladders right there." He indicated with his pen and returned to his work.

"It will only take you a minute." She said, apparently keen on disrupting his work as much as she could and he sighed as he put his pen down, braced his weight on his arms as he got up out of his chair. He walked towards her and knotted his eyebrows because she hadn't moved from in front of the bookcase. How was he supposed to get around her when she was stood so defiantly?

She stared him straight in the eye and he stared back, only looking away briefly as he reached the file from above her head (his extra half foot of height and longer arms being advantageous in his conquest to reach the book) and found that one of her eyebrows was arched slightly higher the other when his eyes found hers again.

His extra height also gave him a different perspective; her eyes were level with his lips so he fought to keep them still. His left hand curled around the required file and his right twitched with want and sheer need to touch her and he was so close. Alarmed, he brought his left hand down swiftly and handed over the file before turning his back on her, ashamed that such thoughts had entered his mind and that his body had reacted to them, even if it was just his hand.

These are really jumping between long and short chapters. I'm not sure who I'm doing next. Either a Mia/ Maya one, a Trucy/OC one or a Nick/Maya and Pearls one. Whichever gets typed first probably.