"Any leads?" Edgeworth impatiently paced around the office, interrogating random, unsuspecting, police officers on any details they'd found out about Phoenix's disappearance.

Well, all unsuspecting officers bar one.

Clementine Persival.
"More like Clementine Persistence..." The prosecutor muttered spitefully under his breath as he eyed the figure standing beside his boyfriend's desk and staring at all of Phoenix's belongings with great interest - even pausing to idly pick up a few ornaments and pictures on his desk to be able to squint at then more closely. Edgeworth would have gone over to the scrawny young brat and given him a piece of his mind for so much as breathing on those precious gems of Phoenix's private-life, however he had no intentions of getting caught up in his mindless conjecture once again, so he decided it was wisest to keep his distance well, well away from that desk for the time being. Eventually, after a few long hours, the majority of the officers began to leave - Clementine being one of the last - and Ema walked calmly up to Edgeworth, keeping her voice down so that he could maintain his privacy;
"We have to leave now, so I just needed to check up on what you're going to do."
"What do you mean, 'what I'm going to do?'"
"Like, are you going to leave and go to your own office, or stay here again for the night?"
"Does it matter?" Edgeworth's voice was strained by this point, as he had realised he was going to be lying alone in an empty bed tonight - with no adorable Phoenix to cling onto for comfort if he remembered anything to do with his past; with no doting Phoenix to kiss, or cuddle, or... Well, everything else they did.
"Well, we do need to know... I mean, it would be a bit awkward if we waltzed in here in the morning whilst you were still asleep in your pjs."
"Fair point." The prosecutor sighed wearily, trying to make up his mind. Should he stay or leave? Then it clicked. He had to be here in case his boyfriend returned in the middle of the night. Or day. Or.. Whenever. He had faith that Phoenix would come back for him. He was not going to give up on him.
"So?"
"I'll stay. If he comes back, I'm going to be here for him."
"That's very sweet." She smiled brightly at him before turning away;
"Wait. Ms Skye?" Ema spun around on her heel to face him again at the sound of the urgency in his voice, frowning slightly.
"Yes?"
"That pool of blood on the floor..." Edgeworth avoided eye-contact with her, preparing himself for the worst.
"What about it?"
"It wasn't... His, was it?"

Ema froze and suddenly went very, very pale.

"Mr Edgeworth..."
"Just tell me the truth." His voice faltered as he saw the dismal look in her eyes.
"Yes, it was... Mr Wright's blood." Edgeworth felt his whole world collapse as she spoke those words. Surely he should have expected it. Surely it had been obvious. But... No matter how obvious it had been, the prosecutor was certain that nothing could have prepared himself for that possibility.
"OK. Thank you for telling me... The truth. But... Ms Skye be honest again, please?"
"Sure, what's on your mind?"
"Do you think he's... Alright?" Ema took in a sharp breath;
"It's never good to lose that much blood, but.. I think that, wherever he may be, he's alive."
"You're sure?"
"I can't be 'sure' of anything, Mr Edgeworth, however, please remember that it's Mr Wright we're talking about here. He's been through some pretty nasty scrapes before." Edgeworth smiled fondly at the many memories of Phoenix escaping seemingly catastrophic situations with only a few mere wounds, and then falling limply back into the welcoming arms of the prosecutor and making Edgeworth the proudest and happiest man alive.
".... Quite." The prosecutor's amused smile faded as the misty memories washed away with the continuous echoes of the defence attorney's non-existent cries and he was brought back to reality.
"Thank you for answering my questions."
"It was no problem, Mr Edgeworth. I'll try my best to find Mr Wright for you, especially since I take a personal interest in his safety," Edgeworth eyed her suspiciously.

'A personal interest', huh. Phoenix must have made many acquaintances he'd never even heard about. 'I must ask him about some of these 'acquaintances'' Edgeworth thought to himself, deciding to ignore Ema's wording due to her undue hospitality.

"I give my utmost gratitude. I can only hope he comes back in one piece.."
"He will, I'm sure." They both remained silent for a moment, darting a glance at the nostalgic framed image of the dashing, young, spiky-haired man in his crisp, royal-blue suit - which Edgeworth had taken his own 'personal interest' ironing every day to account for his boyfriend's usual tardiness - and a large, heart-warming smile which, to Edgeworth, held all of the rays of sunshine in the world that anyone could ever need - despite the dismal weather. The image was one of the attorney which he had never seen before, and the prosecutor couldn't help but wonder, amidst his overwhelming feelings of love and lust as he laid eyes upon the innocent defence attorney depicted, why that particular image was standing on his desk. Usually, Edgeworth would have at least 1 copy of every single picture of Phoenix (whether it was taken as a 'joke' or not) because he'd firmly told his boyfriend to tell him whenever he, or anyone else, took a picture of him. It had become a tradition and, by this point, the prosecutor had enough images of his boyfriend to fill 3 whole albums - right up from birth to his lawyering years and love life with Edgeworth. Ema cleared her throat after a few minutes;
"Anyways, I should really be taking my leave. The guys out there'll be freezing to death waiting for me."
"Of course. By all means, feel free to go... Oh, and send Gumshoe my regards if you see him. It's been a while."
"Sure. See you, Mr Edgeworth." Then, Ema really did take her leave - fast. A few seconds later, the front door was slammed shut and silence strangled the air.
"How befitting," The prosecutor forcefully chuckled;
"I left you a while ago, didn't I? Karma's back to bite me." He clenched his teeth distastefully, striding over to the strange, unseen picture of Phoenix placed on the desk and sighing sadly.

Clementine stepped down from the window.