Prosecution [Miles Edgeworth x Reader]

Chapter 1

"...Miles Edgeworth, speaking."

The dark haired male held the cellular device up to his ear by use of his shoulder, as both of his hands were busied with caring for papers and other documents of the sort. He was currently organizing said documents and filing them away just to pass the time.

...Although, he was already mildly annoyed, as he hadn't been able to reach (Name) for the past couple of days. He knew not how to cope with the feeling of apprehension.

"Oh, Edgeworth! H-hey... pal!" Dick Gumshoe spoke on the other line, the hint of a nervous edge was evident in his voice. Faint crying could be heard in the background of the opposing line.

"Get to it, Gumshoe. I'm rather busy at the moment..." He began flipping through the pages of a certain document, only paying half a mind to the detective.

"Would... you mind coming down to the detention center for a bit? There's something... There's... a bit of a problem." The detective seemed to be at lost.

Flipping over a paper on his desk, he responds,"Now, Gumshoe. Are you sure that it's of the utmost importance? As I said previously, I am rather busy at the current moment... Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"NO! I mean... No pal, sorry, can't do. It has to be tonight." The detective pauses. "S-sorry... pal. Look-" The crying in the background of the call only seemed to get louder and more violent in volume. He could hear the rugged detective offer some awkward words of encouragement before returning to the call, seemingly flustered. "Ah, look. I can't explain right now. Just come, alright? And I uh... be warned. Brace yourself, I mean. Sorry, pal." Gumshoe offers one more apology before the line cuts off.

The prosecutor... didn't exactly know how to take this. While he wished dearly to continue his work, he didn't want to let the poor detective down by showing up too late. Edgeworth resolved with simply finishing the last bit of paperwork that lay splayed in front of him before filing the unfinished work away. He hoped, perhaps, that whatever Gumshoe summoned him for would not take too long, and could be resolved rather quickly so that he could finish his own work.

He shrugged on his velvet coat and braced himself for the mid-winter chill as he turned off the lights and left his office. Day had already passed on, and a bright, white moon shone eerily on this translucent night.

He drove passively down to the detention center, save for a bit of traffic that may have hindered his arrival by a bit. To his own surprise, he saw that midnight had already come. He was led only to wonder what strange task Gumshoe could have in store for him at such a time.

As he walked towards the location that Gumshoe had given him, he could hear gross sobbing that bordered screams of pure anguish and Gumshoe's seemingly futile attempts to calm the sorrowful individual.

"H-hey pal...?! Please don't put your face on the glass. Y-you're smudging it with your tears. Y-you're fogging up the glass, pal! Please calm down, you're getting snot everywhere..." He could hear detective's ineffective soothings as he neared the location. The prosecutor couldn't help but think that he had heard a cry similar to one he's heard before.

He brushed it off.

He turned the corner, and was met face to face with Gumshoe, who seemed as if he were ready to give the infamous prosecutor another call. The detective seemed relieved when he caught sight of the familiar velvet clad man. "Oh, pal! You're here! I-"

Gumshoe's rambling became of a vague notion as soon as the prosecutor caught sight of the source of all the crying; a person that stood smudged against the holding cell.

...It appears that she had caught sight of him too. "Mileeees..." She whined in a hoarse voice, slowly moving along the bulletproof glass that encased her. He could see a long trail of smudged snot and tears along the glass.