Protection
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+M through R › Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,256
Reviews:
12
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Protection
Title: Protection
Pairing: Edgeworth/Gumshoe
Raiting: barely PG-13 right now, will go up in later chapters ; )
Disclaimer: Not mine! If only I could own Gumshoe….*sigh* But sadly I don’t XD
Author’s note: Eh heh heh First posted work! I implore you to critique this fic! But remember…be gentle, its my first time ;) Haven’t played the PW games in a while so I may still be a bit Shady on the details. If I get anything wrong, just send me a comment and I’ll fix it!
“Miles get in the car!”
The Prosecutor stared ahead in horror… There had been a loud crack, the detective letting out a strangled growl, all before a stream of red began to pour down Dick Gumshoe’s arm.
“GET IN THE CAR NOW!”
Miles snapped out of his stupor and quickly backed up several feet until he felt the cold glass on the window of his luxury car.
Miles was leaving the office late; Gumshoe had offered to walk him to his car, which was parked only a few blocks away. They were less than a block past the precinct when he noticed unfamiliar footsteps trailing them. He looked over to mention it to the detective, who merely brought his finger up to his lips and motioned with his eyes towards the corner.
From the sound of it, the person following them was still a good bit behind them. Edgeworth and the Detective rounded the darkened corner and waited. Gumshoe pressed himself against the brick of the building with the Prosecutor a few feet away, casting the cop uncertain glances.
“I’m going to grab him, Mr. Edgeworth, Sir. You get in your car and get help. Better safe than sorry,” The dark haired man whispered quickly.
The footsteps grew louder, echoing about the empty streets; just as the figure turned the corner, Gumshoe came behind him and tried to subdue him. The straggly looking man appeared to be in his late twenties, with matted black hair and a tattered coat. But what caught Miles attention the most was when their attacker twisted free for a moment, just long enough for him to reach for the gleaming silver gun concealed in the ugly wool coat.
Gumshoe yelled at him to move, he grabbed the man’s wrist and began to angle the gun upwards. Too late though, as a bullet grazed his left bicep, and the sleeve of his coat stained a dark maroon. Miles barely registered opening the car door , getting inside, starting the engine…His eyes were glued to the detective who let go of the shooter just long enough to land a devastating blow to the man’s (now positively) broken jaw. Once he was down, the policeman was on him, leveling him further with blow after blow, using his uninjured arm.
Edgeworth sped back to the station and demanded every cop in the station rally to the scene, send an EMT to the corner of 17th and Lacrosse Ave, GO NOW!
He had never seen anyone member of the force move so fast in his entire career.
Miles followed a policewoman and rode with her, lights and siren on the patrol car blazing, lighting up the cold November night.
“Oh my God…” Miles heard the policewoman whisper as Gumshoe and their assailant came into view. Gumshoe had the man pressed against the brick building. The detective’s hand around his neck and squeezing, suspending him several inches off the ground. The shooter’s feet kicked feebly, seeking the ground.
Edgeworth slammed the door on the patrol car and raced towards them, making his way through the ring of cops that had formed.
“Dick, let him down!” he heard someone shout.
“Sir! Your bleeding! Where’s the paramedic!?” the policewoman he had ridden with exclaimed.
Gumshoe’s face merely twisted into a snarl, eyes never leaving the man in his grip.
“Who exactly was that bullet meant for, Pal?” He asked, words coming out slowly and seriously.
The attacker’s un-swollen eye locked on Edgeworth, who now stood behind the Detective.
With a growl, Dick tightened his hold around the man’s neck, “Prosecutor Edgeworth?”
The man coughed and a thin line of bloody saliva dribbled down his chin, “yes…” He rasped out.
“Who…” Gumshoe’s gaze had taken on a feral appearance, “…sent you?”
“…” Before he could answer the man’s eyes lolled back and he lost consciousness. Gumshoe scoffed and let the man fall in a crumpled heap.
He turned around and faced a frightened looking rookie officer, “Get an ambulance for this guy would ya, Pal?”
“Yes, Sir!” The young man saluted and ran to his car to radio for an extra van.
“Detective…” Edgeworth ventured closer.
“Do you recognize that man, Mr. Edgeworth?”
Miles scoffed, “Hardly after the beating you gave him, I doubt even his own mother would recognize him right now.”
The Detective gave him a ghost of a smile.
“But no…I’ve never seen him before…” The smile faded and Gumshoe gave a frustrated sigh.
“I’ll question him at the hospital once he regains consciousness…See if he was hired, and who he was hired by…”
“Speaking of hospitals, Detective,” Edgeworth laid a hand on his shoulder, “You should really get your arm looked at…”
Dick looked at his arm and grimaced, “Now that the adrenaline’s dyin’ down this thing hurts like a sunvabitch.”
Edgeworth gave a chuckle, “I suspect so…I’ll meet you at the hospital, Detective.”
Gumshoe looked up, “Sir, you don’t need-“
But Miles was already hopping into the passenger side of a patrol car…
Pairing: Edgeworth/Gumshoe
Raiting: barely PG-13 right now, will go up in later chapters ; )
Disclaimer: Not mine! If only I could own Gumshoe….*sigh* But sadly I don’t XD
Author’s note: Eh heh heh First posted work! I implore you to critique this fic! But remember…be gentle, its my first time ;) Haven’t played the PW games in a while so I may still be a bit Shady on the details. If I get anything wrong, just send me a comment and I’ll fix it!
“Miles get in the car!”
The Prosecutor stared ahead in horror… There had been a loud crack, the detective letting out a strangled growl, all before a stream of red began to pour down Dick Gumshoe’s arm.
“GET IN THE CAR NOW!”
Miles snapped out of his stupor and quickly backed up several feet until he felt the cold glass on the window of his luxury car.
Miles was leaving the office late; Gumshoe had offered to walk him to his car, which was parked only a few blocks away. They were less than a block past the precinct when he noticed unfamiliar footsteps trailing them. He looked over to mention it to the detective, who merely brought his finger up to his lips and motioned with his eyes towards the corner.
From the sound of it, the person following them was still a good bit behind them. Edgeworth and the Detective rounded the darkened corner and waited. Gumshoe pressed himself against the brick of the building with the Prosecutor a few feet away, casting the cop uncertain glances.
“I’m going to grab him, Mr. Edgeworth, Sir. You get in your car and get help. Better safe than sorry,” The dark haired man whispered quickly.
The footsteps grew louder, echoing about the empty streets; just as the figure turned the corner, Gumshoe came behind him and tried to subdue him. The straggly looking man appeared to be in his late twenties, with matted black hair and a tattered coat. But what caught Miles attention the most was when their attacker twisted free for a moment, just long enough for him to reach for the gleaming silver gun concealed in the ugly wool coat.
Gumshoe yelled at him to move, he grabbed the man’s wrist and began to angle the gun upwards. Too late though, as a bullet grazed his left bicep, and the sleeve of his coat stained a dark maroon. Miles barely registered opening the car door , getting inside, starting the engine…His eyes were glued to the detective who let go of the shooter just long enough to land a devastating blow to the man’s (now positively) broken jaw. Once he was down, the policeman was on him, leveling him further with blow after blow, using his uninjured arm.
Edgeworth sped back to the station and demanded every cop in the station rally to the scene, send an EMT to the corner of 17th and Lacrosse Ave, GO NOW!
He had never seen anyone member of the force move so fast in his entire career.
Miles followed a policewoman and rode with her, lights and siren on the patrol car blazing, lighting up the cold November night.
“Oh my God…” Miles heard the policewoman whisper as Gumshoe and their assailant came into view. Gumshoe had the man pressed against the brick building. The detective’s hand around his neck and squeezing, suspending him several inches off the ground. The shooter’s feet kicked feebly, seeking the ground.
Edgeworth slammed the door on the patrol car and raced towards them, making his way through the ring of cops that had formed.
“Dick, let him down!” he heard someone shout.
“Sir! Your bleeding! Where’s the paramedic!?” the policewoman he had ridden with exclaimed.
Gumshoe’s face merely twisted into a snarl, eyes never leaving the man in his grip.
“Who exactly was that bullet meant for, Pal?” He asked, words coming out slowly and seriously.
The attacker’s un-swollen eye locked on Edgeworth, who now stood behind the Detective.
With a growl, Dick tightened his hold around the man’s neck, “Prosecutor Edgeworth?”
The man coughed and a thin line of bloody saliva dribbled down his chin, “yes…” He rasped out.
“Who…” Gumshoe’s gaze had taken on a feral appearance, “…sent you?”
“…” Before he could answer the man’s eyes lolled back and he lost consciousness. Gumshoe scoffed and let the man fall in a crumpled heap.
He turned around and faced a frightened looking rookie officer, “Get an ambulance for this guy would ya, Pal?”
“Yes, Sir!” The young man saluted and ran to his car to radio for an extra van.
“Detective…” Edgeworth ventured closer.
“Do you recognize that man, Mr. Edgeworth?”
Miles scoffed, “Hardly after the beating you gave him, I doubt even his own mother would recognize him right now.”
The Detective gave him a ghost of a smile.
“But no…I’ve never seen him before…” The smile faded and Gumshoe gave a frustrated sigh.
“I’ll question him at the hospital once he regains consciousness…See if he was hired, and who he was hired by…”
“Speaking of hospitals, Detective,” Edgeworth laid a hand on his shoulder, “You should really get your arm looked at…”
Dick looked at his arm and grimaced, “Now that the adrenaline’s dyin’ down this thing hurts like a sunvabitch.”
Edgeworth gave a chuckle, “I suspect so…I’ll meet you at the hospital, Detective.”
Gumshoe looked up, “Sir, you don’t need-“
But Miles was already hopping into the passenger side of a patrol car…