A/N: Here's the next chapter, from Ema's POV! I'm sorry if she'll seem slightly out of character compared to her Apollo Justice appearance, but it is my belief that she's so bitter in that game due to being a detective.

In my stories, she went back and took the exam to become a Forensic Scientist, and passed, thus being called as such. That's why she's not bitter anymore.

I realized I only ever explained all of this in one story, and that was The Phantom Turnabout.

By the way, anyone notice exactly how similar the Feys and the Gramaryes are? Just a thought, haha. Magnifi is the Morgan of the Gramaryes in personality, haha.

Ahem… moving on.

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Chapter Two – The Amusement Park

Ema

August 4, 12:02pm

Ema's Apartment

I've never been the kind of girl who worried about things like outfits, hair, and makeup.

After all, if I wanted to impress someone, I wanted to impress them with my intelligence! With Science!

So that led me to question myself when I stood in the middle of my bedroom, every article of clothing I owned scattered on the bed and floor, while I desperately tried to figure out which colors would look best on me, what should I wear, how should I do my hair, should I wear makeup?

"Ugh! This is ridiculous!" I snapped, throwing a navy blue shirt across the room with a huff. I then sighed and sat down, staring at everything, before getting an idea.

I should approach this… scientifically!

It was the hottest day of the month so far, hovering around the 80s.

Long sleeves were out.

We were going to the amusement park, most likely riding rides.

Skirts and flip-flops were out.

As are tank-tops. I don't want to flash Apollo on our first date if we go on any upside-down rides.

The thought sent my cheeks ablaze.

That left jeans.

Too casual.

Tee-shirts.

Too casual.

Short-sleeved blouses.

Maybe? That pink and green one is cute, and it would match my eyes and my glasses…

Shorts.

Nope. I look bad in those.

And capris.

I finally decided on the pink blouse, trimmed with green as the top. The collar was low enough to let my collarbone peak out, but no further. A pair of black carpis adorned my legs, and I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail, leaving just my bangs over my forehead, and two locks to frame my face. I finally decided on my normal pair of black heals, with the ribbon around the ankle, an no makeup.

No doubt, sweat would ruin it.

Knock-knock!

My head snapped first towards the door, then down at the watch I was currently snapping around my wrist.

12:46

Well, statistically speaking, people tend to be about fifteen minutes early for their dates. I grab my usual bag, which doubles as a purse, and adjust my glasses on my head, before opening the door.

Apollo looked down from where he was fixing one of his spikes at hearing the door, and smiled.

"Wow, Ema… you look great," he said with a weak smile. I smiled warmly back.

"You don't half bad yourself. I see you're still into red though," I teased with a smile.

Rather then his normal suit-vest ensemble, he was dressed in a white tee-shirt, with a red hoodie-jacket, the sleeves rolled up to just his elbows, a pair of jeans (Guys have totally different casual rules then girls. It's so not fair!), and a pair of red sneakers.

As usual, his bracelet adorned his left wrist.

Apollo chuckled at the teasing, before holding out his hand.

"Shall we? I um… got us train tickets," he said. I smiled at that. Apollo didn't drive, which is common in Los Angeles, and driving anywhere near Gatewater Land was hard on the car, thanks to the stop-and-go nature of the traffic around there.

"Sure," I said, stepping out, locking the door, then taking his hand, letting him lead me.

"You know, Ema…" he said thoughtfully.

"Hm?"

"It's a little odd, seeing you without your white jacket. I don't think I've ever seen you without it before," he said with a chuckle.

"And I don't think I've ever seen you dressed do down before, so we're even," I replied, and he burst out laughing at that. I laughed as well, butterflies dancing in my stomach.

Scientifically speaking, there weren't real butterflies in my stomach. When the body switches into 'action mode' (like, when being around someone they'd like to kiss. A lot.), the body slows down non-essential systems and works other's overtime, explaining also why my heard has sped-up. The stomach is a non-essential, so it sends different signals to our brains. It's the vagus nerve that mediates this response in the body (also sometimes called 'fight-or-flight response').

My vagus nerve was currently working overtime, especially when we stopped laughing, and Apollo brushed his thumb over my knuckles, probably unconsciously.

The train ride was uneventful. We were both quiet (I obviously wasn't the only nervous one) for most of the trip. Neither one of us wanted to talk about work, but unfortunately, that was mostly our lives…

Well, there is one thing…

"How's your family?" I asked, looking up at Apollo. He looked surprised for a minute, before smiling.

"They're good. Constantly trying to get me to come up on stage though," he playfully scowled, and I laughed. "It was bad enough when it was just Trucy, but now it's all three of them!"

"That must be so hard," I laughed, and he shrugged. I studied him for a minute, before laughing again.

"You finally caved, didn't you!?" I said between giggles.

"No!" Apollo protested, though his cheeks had turned a dark shade of red, matching his jacket nicely.

"I don't believe you!"

"Alright, fine! I did! But… but… Trucy was giving me those big eyes, and Mom and Dad looked so sad because they needed an assistant…" he sighed, his spikes drooping forward. I giggled more.

"You'll do great," I said warmly. "After all, you're a Gramarye and a Justice."

"Yeah," he said with a weak smile.

The train finally pulled into our stop, and we joined the crowed rushing through the doors, holding hands once more to not get separated.

Gatewater Land was built years ago by the Gatewater Company, the same people who own all the fancy hotels, and dedicated it to the police, meaning it was very police themed.

It was also kind of expensive, but before I could pull out my wallet, Apollo had already paid for us both.

"I could have paid, you know," I said as we walked more into the park. Apollo grinned, taking my hand again, and my vagus nerve went to work once more.

"True, but this is a date. Which means I'm paying," he said. I sighed, but shrugged.

"Alright, alright. But I pay next time, Justice," I said. Apollo grinned more at me.

"Next time? There will be a next time? As in… a second date?"

I blushed.

"Maybe. If you behave," I replied, before looking around. I heard him snicker, but ignored him.

We walked around a bit before finally deciding to go see one of the shows. It was starting in ten minutes, and it was apparently an animal show, put on by the Berry Big Circus.

Amidst the cheering and excitement, Apollo smoothly part his arm around me. I grinned and leaned against him.

Only for the Blue Badger to come over to us.

"Um…" Apollo managed, before the Badger held up a sign.

"'Raffles! Enter to win a prize!'" I read. Apollo shrugged, removing his arm from around me, and taking the offered clip board.

"Why not?" he said, handing me a pen and slip too. I chuckled, filling out my name and cell-number (incase I won), before handing it back to the Blue Badger. He slipped both into a container before waving again, heading off to bother someone else. Apollo smiled and wrapped an arm around me again.

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The show was fantastic, and the rides were a lot of fun. I even got Apollo, who is actually scared of the upside down rides, to go on a few roller coasters, and despite the fear, he had a lot of fun.

"So, why are you scared of those rides?" I asked as we walked, hand-in-hand, to the food carts near the Wild-West part of the park. Apollo shrugged.

"I don't know, I just feel like I'm going to fall out of them," he replied. I laughed.

"But they strap you in so tightly! And they test the rides so much and won't open it until there's about only a 0.01% chance you'll fall out."

"With my luck, I'd be that 0.01% who did fall out," Apollo said, and I couldn't help but laugh at that.

Once we had our pizza (more grease then pizza, really) and sodas, we sat. I picked at a pepperoni on mine.

"This looks very unhealthy," I said as Apollo took a bit of his. He looked at me, quirking one of his odd eyebrows before swallowing.

"Like the amount of Snackeroos you eat are?" he asked teasingly. I frowned in thought before looking up, picking up my slice of pizza.

"Touché," I replied, pointing my slice at him before turning it and taking a bite. The flavors of cheese, tomato, pepperoni, and garlic filled my mouth, and I closed my eyes for a moment.

This is the best pizza I've ever had!

"Carnival food is the best," Apollo said with a grin, before taking another bite of his pizza. I only nodded in agreement.

Just then, Apollo's phone went off. He pulled out the red cell and opened it, reading a text.

His eyes widened, and he choked on his pizza.

"Hey, what is it?" I asked. He quickly looked around before standing abruptly.

"I-I have to go. I'll be right back. Don't follow me!" he said, before dashing off, leaving behind his half-eaten pizza, and a very confused almost-girlfriend.

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A/N: Ema is too scientific. You know how much research I had to do, just to figure out why you get the "butterfly feeling"!? Haha.

Well, their date was going good. What was Apollo sent that would make him react like that?

You'll find out in the next chapter!