The Romantic Turnabout [EdgeworthxOC]

17. The Romantic Turnabout

Arriving back on the crime scene, I saw that caution tape was stuck to the walls. "Nick?!" I called out.

But no one responded.

With Apollo still holding tightly to my hand, I felt all the while, more awkward holding his.

"Miles?!" I cried. "I guess they left the floor...?"

"Rachael?" I finally heard the prosecutor's voice.

Turning around, I see Miles coming around the corner.

"Miles!" I released Apollo's hand, and ran to the tall male, embracing him.

Miles' awkward hugs made me feel so much better.

"I was looking for you, but you didn't answer your phone."

"You called?" I glanced down at my phone, stunned. "I didn't even notice I had missed calls!"

"Rachael..." Apollo moaned, holding his forehead.

"Eeeh!" I separated from Edgeworth, helping the little attorney keep balance. "He's still drunk from his liquor!"

"Oh." Miles says bitterly.

"Come on, Miles! Help me!" I struggled to keep Apollo on his legs. "I...I need to take him to the cops, to help him!"

As I lifted my head to support myself and Apollo, my lips got to close to his.

Blushing profusely, I yelped, nearly toppling over.

"I'll take him." Miles takes the short attorney off me, and tosses him onto his shoulder.

"Wow, Miles, you don't look like the type, but you're so strong!" I say amazed.

Miles blushed, glancing away. "I'll be back."

"Where are you going?" I questioned, worried.

"The police have requested that this floor remains vacant until they bring detectives and other authorities to come and further look into the matter. You're also going to have to testify in court."

I slouched over in defeat. "Oh, no...not again..." I sobbed.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd say you should, for the sake of your protection, and your..." Miles glanced at my head. "...hair." Miles cleared his throat, going the other way.

I decided to follow behind him.

Miles didn't notice until we got to the elevator.

Pressing the button, Miles looks back to see me staring up at him. The tall male does a double take, nearly flinging Apollo off his back.

"W-Why are you following me?"

"I don't want to be here alone..." I whimpered, lowering my head.

Miles, hesitantly reached for my head, and patted it. His sense of affection became a sense of curiosity, as he felt the texture of my hair.

"Your hair..."

"I know..." I sigh. "It's seriously embarrassing."

"Change it back as soon as you can, okay?" He pleads.

I stared inelegantly at him.

I guess he prefers brunettes.

I smiled happily, and nodded. "I will."

Heading onto the elevator, we stopped at the first floor, exiting.

Peoples' heads seemed to turn abruptly, seeing Miles, then I, coming out.