“What am I going to do with the Detective?” Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, the winter air had been bitter on his skin during the commute to the precinct, a few blocks away from the prosecutors' office. It had bitten at his porcelain features like a ravenous wolf, making the rapid change to warmth feel like a lava bath. “When I discovered that he was working for you, I specifically instructed Gumshoe, that you were not to be put in any danger!” Exhaling a sharp burst of air, his grimace didn't match your indirect knowing smile, even the warm light from the windows, falling on your faces perfectly.
“Well, that's pretty difficult, considering I'm Chief Inspector, don't you think?”
“But you're rather important to me, I'll have you know!” A squeak rang through the hallway as you halted. Making eye contact, your false anger didn't go unnoticed by the man, eyebrows raised.
“Only 'rather' important?” you teased. Edgeworth didn't find it funny, pouting with his arms folded. Had you not a place in the man's heart, he would have flattened you.
“I'm teasing. You need to relax, Miles. Not everything is a lawsuit” Only a few steps were managed before another thought came to mind, stopping you in your tracks. An aggravated sigh escaped his lips, having to stop movement again. “Oh, and you also need to lay off Gumshoe. He's only doing his job,” you added, pointing your finger in the air to emphasize the importance of the statement. “Besides, he doesn't even work for you anymore”
Only one person in the whole world could even suggest that Edgeworth do something, or silence him, and that was you. Even he was amazed he had found someone who would put up with him. Eventually finding your office, your other half carried on his rant as you attempted to unlock the door. You had grown used to the keys in the precinct not being up to scratch.
“I can't relax. Things are different now. I may be Chief Prosecutor, but I also have a duty to protect.” As he spoke, you watched him, softening your eyes in an attempt at some sort of comfort.
“Well, yes. I have...” His next few words were a low mumble that couldn't really be made out. “God forbid...” Returning back to your normal height, you glanced, letting him know you were still listening. He stuttered, before allowing you to carry on your fight with the damned lock. “...A family.” Humming a tone of laughter, it came out more like a sigh. He took this the wrong way, gripping your wrist to bring it to where his heart beat. Widening your eyes in shock, he repeated his words. “You are my family”
“Listen, Miles,” you breathed, letting go of the keys for a second. The silver clinked and dangled in the doorway, free from your grasp. He glared down at you, his usual endearing reaction. “I know that you just care behind that demon prosecutor exterior of yours, but you need to seriously lay off Gumshoe.” He thought what you had just said through, scrunching up his face. As Chief Inspector, your office was as up to standard as your male counterpart's.
“Y/N, did I not make myself clear?”
“Oh, Miles-” Finally it unlocked, with a wee shake. Letting him in, he found a small space on the couch to place his briefcase, still nattering on about your protection and why it was important.