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"And a little bit to the right.... There we go!"
Detective Gumshoe positioned his new couch in the living room, opposite to the new flat screen TV. It had been 5 weeks since he had received a promotion from the Chief for taking down the leader of the gold smuggling ring while risking his own life.(And without any help from Edgeworth too!)
It seemed that life had finally begun to get better for him. He could afford more than just Instant Noodles. Ms Von Karma had devoted herself to solving cases abroad with Interpol, and thus wouldn't be there to whip the poor detective for existing.
Just as he sat down to watch the newest football match, he heard a knock from the door. Expecting it to be Edgeworth,Maya or a certain bluffing defense attorney, he got up and opened it. The person who was there was definitely not someone he was expecting. It was a woman, same age as him, dirty blonde hair, a small pink hat,white fur coat, hair covering one of her eyes, a black dress with a top knot made to expose part of her chest. There was no denying it. It was Angel Starr, an old friend whom he had known since he was 16. They had not talked to each other much for the last few years since Starr was fired from her detective job, though Gumshoe still kept contact with her.
She was standing there, crying, which slightly startled the detective, since he had never seen her with such an expression before.
"S-Starr! What are doing h-"
Before he could finished his sentence. Starr cut him off.
"May I *sniff* May I come in?"
Gumshoe responded:
"Uh yeah. Sure,pal! Come in!"
He led her to his couch and they both sat down. They both sat there for about a minute of silence, before Gumshoe decided to say:
"So uh, is....is anything wrong?"
"I don't know what to do Gumshoe. The lunch company fired me because I spent too much time with Bo- I mean 'special' friends....."
"Go on."
"I couldn't find any other job, no matter how much I tried. I tried calling some of my old friends at the pretinct too, but they declined. I couldn't even get back my job as a detective! And that's why I came to you....."
"To..... me?"
"Even after every other person left me. You still continued to care for me. You'd always cheer me up whenever I called you, told me to try better. And that's why I want you to help me."
"Yeah, I'd love to,pal. But what can I do?"
"Hire me."
"Huh?"
"Hire me as your personal assistant."
"But Starr, it's not that easy. After the Joe Darke and Bruce Goodman cases, the pretinct won't allow-"
"Please help me Gu-Dick."
She held his hand.
"Please."
"Alright alright,pal. I'll find a way. Just calm down, okay?"
Little did he know, that was only a part of what Angel wanted....