I Didn't Know You Cared - Miles

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Requested?: Yes (Finally writing a request - thanks Res for giving me this request...)

Prompt: None

Timing: After SoJ

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Age: 32

Reader's Occupation: Detective

Reader's Relations: Simon and Aura's sister (cause why tf not?)

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Other notes: Again, Res, I know I said this earlier, but thanks for the request, my friend! (:

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"Detective, please tell us the details of the case at hand."

"O-of course! So, the victim was found buried in the snow outside her house, blood had stai- the surrounding snow and a knife was found beside her body with the defendant's finger prints on!" I replied, my testimony laden with random coughs and sneezes.

"Detective, I have to ask, are you alright?"

I nodded, "Of course, Your Honour! I'm just-" I was unable to finish my sentence due to another sneeze, "Perfectly fine. I can handle a cold, Your Honour."

"Detective, I have a question! How did you know it was the defendant's finger prints on the knife that was the murder weapon?"

I rolled my eyes, but before I could answer, I was interrupted, "Wright! It's simple! A forensic test was carried out on the knife, which revealed it to have the defendant's fingerprints on!"

"Excuse me, may I please finish my testimony? I wasn't exactly finished telling the whole details of the case!" I shouted over the top of the two, which caused another coughing fit.

"Detective, please, go home, we'll postpone the trial to tomorrow and give the police department time to transfer the evidence to another detect-"

"I'M FINE! I'M TELLING YOU I'M FINE! I'M GOING TO SEE THIS CASE THR-!" before I could finish my sentence, I'd collapsed onto the ground.

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When I awoke, I was lying on a plush red sofa, with a long, what looked to be a blanket covering me, which I realised to actually be a suit jacket when I got a closer look at it.

"I see you've awoken, Detective."

"Gah! Mr Edgeworth, Sir! I'm so sorry! I should get back to the trial, I'm sorry for slacki-" during my rant, he'd stood up from his desk and walked over, kneeling down beside where my head was, "You need rest, Detective, you're staying there. Gumshoe has taken over the case for you, and I put Franziska on the prosecution. So just relax and concentrate on getting better." I hadn't noticed before how utterly handsome he looked without his long suit jacked on, and I nodded silently leaning my head back down on the cushion it had been on previously.

MILES' POV

I gave a small smile as (Y/n) leaned her head back down. It was hard to admit but she did looked extremely adorable when in this state, "Sleep well, Detective." I placed the back of my hand on her forehead to check her temperature, and I was right, she had a burning fever, but before I could stand up to get a thermometer from the nearest first aid kit, she'd grabbed my hand, "You should rest too, Mr Edgeworth, Sir."

"I was going to get a thermometer to check your temperature, Detective."

"Hmm.... Okay then."

She released my hand and I stood up, leaving my office to find the closest first aid box, which thankfully had a small thermometer inside it. I walked back to my office to see that (y/n) had folded up my suit jacket which I had covered her in as a blanket, and was in the middle of redoing her shoes up.

"Where are you going?"

YOUR POV

I looked up at him and my eyes widened, "Uhh... back to work!" I knew better than to lie to him... I mean he'd literally caught my in the act of trying to leave. He let out a sigh and put the thermometer don on the table, sitting down next to me, "You're as stubborn as your brother is (Y/n)."

"Well then, I could say the same about you, Mr Edgeworth."

"You're lucky I love you, Detective," he replied, leaning down and pecking my lips before standing back up and going back to his desk, leaving me stunned.

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Here you go my friend, hopefully this has done your request Justice... (hehe)

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