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Who: Door (goanywhere) and Phoenix (likelikelaw)
When: March 30th. Night. After log with Selina.
Where: The jail. Duh.
Summary: Phoenix finally makes a necessary first visit.
Warnings: None.
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It wasn't the welcome home he'd expected reviewing the comm earlier that day, but he couldn't help but be a little proud of Door for what she'd done, even as his hands had started to shake at the implication. He'd spent most of day in a blind panic, breaking into what was left of Near's office to try and access the computer.

The evidence he'd gathered was stored away on disks and tucked away in the pocket of his sweater. The talk with Selina had actually helped calm his down, despite them both being worked up over recent events. He'd never met Catwoman and a small, immature, and entirely male part of his mind couldn't help but pump his fist in joy at meeting the real Selina Kyle face to face.

(Maybe not face...)

He cleared his throat guiltily at the thought as he slipped into the jail, almost amused at the lack of guard and wondering how long it would be before this place was locked down and it'd be damn near impossible to get in and visit. He checked the computer to figure out where Door had been locked up, nearly misspelling her name in his haste. Block C.

He didn't bother to cover his tracks, exiting the screen, and walking as quickly as he could, ignoring the cut on his hand from where he'd had to break the glass to open the office door. The block was empty but for her and he slowed his steps, suddenly nervous.

"Uh... hey, how are you doing?" he scratched the back of his neck, offering her a lopsided smile as he stopped in front of the cell door.

(We're off to a good start.)

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[goanywhere.livejournal.com]

Door had been prepared not to see Phoenix for quite a while. It hurt; it had hurt when she made the decision, realized its implications, and it hurt now. She assumed that it would continue to hurt. She was well aware that she wouldn't be getting out of here anytime soon.

She'd been resting, her head against the wall, and thinking - something she'd had a lot of time to do in the cells, in between the odd visit - when she heard someone approaches, started, and sat forward, looking carefully through the bars. When she saw who it was, she let out a shout.

"Phoenix!"

Running to the door, she reached her hand through the bars and smiled at him, so wide her face hurt. "Phoenix . . . "

[likelikelaw.livejournal.com]

He'd expected her to be happy, but seeing the way she'd lit up upon seeing him made the painful ache in his chest at seeing her behind bars lessen enough to actually step close enough to slip one arm through the bars. He grabbed the hand she had offered, kissing her palm lightly.

"Couldn't stay away any longer," he explained, looking guilty for a second, before his expression turned serious. "I'm going to get you out of here."

[goanywhere.livejournal.com]

Grinning at him, she squeezed his hand, running her fingers along his cheek. "I missed you," she said quietly, trying not to think of exactly how much. She'd been trying not to think of how much for what seemed like ages.

All of a sudden she froze, glancing down the corridor, and looked back up at him accusingly. "Phoenix, the jail's closed," she said severely. "How did you get in here?"

And how are you planning to get me out?

[likelikelaw.livejournal.com]

"Missed you too. I haven't shaved in a few days," he pointed out, looking a bit sorry for the fact before the expressed quickly changed into one that was more than a little guilty and he pulled his arm back to show her the cut on his hand from the glass, still holding her hand with the other, refusing to let go just yet.

"Add it to my criminal record and I'm not going to break you out. You confessed to murder, Door," the expression flickered and he looked lost for a moment before clearing his throat. This situation felt too familiar. Why did everyone he care about wind up in places like this?

"I'm your lawyer."

[goanywhere.livejournal.com]

Her expression shifted quickly into something much less pleasant. "Phoenix, that was very, very stupid," she snapped. "You can't just break in, no matter how much you - "

How much he missed her.

She didn't want him to hurt himself for her, no matter how fast he would heal. Sighing, she squeezed his uninjured hand in her own.

But that last bit - that was a surprise. Looking up at him quickly, her lips pressed together as she tried to remember what he'd taught her. "Wouldn't that be . . . " She bit the inside of her cheek, the words unfamiliar on her lips. "A conflict of interests?"

[likelikelaw.livejournal.com]

He didn't pull away, just scratched the back of his neck, as if it had just occurred to him what he'd done. He never would have done that three months ago. He'd have harassed Edgeworth first since it was Edgeworth who was in charge of the jails. What had stopped him. His hand clenched as he curled it around one of the bars tightly.

"I don't think the city will care given the state of the system right now," he said. "You're going to sit here forever unless someone does something."