Author's Notes: The third story I've released in Phoenix Wright! Yippee! :D

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any character. They're all from Capcom.

Have fun following Daryan's silly adventure.

Where's Geeter?

Chapter I

Disaster at the Detectives' Department

In one silent office at criminal affairs division 3, he grabs the pristine guitar case he always dusted whenever he was doing nothing, the case he always kissed after he enters his office. He gently caresses the platinum lock, grabs the corresponding platinum key from his leather pants' pocket, flawlessly inserts the key, and with an elegant turn of the wrist, opens the immaculate lock. He smoothly lifts the sacred case's upper lid...

"WHAT THE #$%$^&%*&#$^%^$$#^** HELL!"

His prized light mahogany Gibson SG was nowhere in its case, no one else but he himself had the key to the lock but it's suddenly disappeared.

"Detective Daryan Crescend! If you would please mind the volume, not to mention the inappropriate words?" A moody Fraulein Detective slammed Daryan's door open, and to her surprise, the tall detective slowly turned his head to face her, and whatever sort of expression on Daryan's face was not pleasant.

"Who...?" Daryan asked, his voice almost a whisper.

"Huh?" Ema Skye was confused.

"I SAID WHO THE CRAPPIN' HELL TOOK GEETER?" Daryan shouted so hard the Fraulein Detective had to cover her ears.

"Who's?... Oh you mean that guitar? How many times do you have to lose it anyway?" Ema started munching on Snackoos.

"This is the first time it's happened, man, and YOU are a suspect."

"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH..."

Frustrated, Daryan walks close to Ema, and then snatches the bag of Snackoos.

"HEY! You give them back!"

"Shyeah right, lady. I have to know why, in the first place, are you in my office again?"

"Do I look like I was here to visit? Our district chief just happened to have handed you a document he needs right now and I was lucky enough to be walking in front of him when he remembered!"

"Ohh I see... Now, since a science-loving detective like you is standing here right now, why don't you go help me find Geeter, eh? How's about that?"

"As if, you jerk of a friend of that glimmerous fop! Now, the chief's document please." Ema said with her usual sideways grin and crossed arms.

"I won't give it to you, Ms. Detective, until you help me find my guitar."

"Okay, I'll just have to tell the chief you won't hand it to me, fine." Ema turns to leave...

"'kay fine, then I bet this sweet pack o' snacks is mine for the taking..." Daryan starts to grab a Snackoo, though he doesn't know what the stuff tastes like, he does it for the sake of provoking Ema.

"You don't lay a finger on MY SNACKOOS, you pompous JERK!" Ema tries to snatch the pack but too bad, this other detective was far taller than her.

"If you want them back, HELP me, Geeter's waiting and I don't want any more delays, you get my drift?"

"FINE, I'm doing this for my snackoos, NOT for you."

"Whatever you say, "Fraulein Detective"." Daryan exits the room, grinning as an angry Ema follows him.

The search for Geeter begins, they went up the building, searched every floor, down, searched every floor again, asked people, even those not with the staff were asked. Ema was getting tired, and she sure wondered why the one year younger detective was not showing the slightest bit of exhaustion. She was older, yes, but only ONE year older. Then she knew it was time to complain.

"Gosh... shouldn't you just -"

Ema was cut off when one certain detective was yelling to the department's receptionist about "losing something important".

"Doesn't it happen to your employees, pal!"

"But sir, it's just against the -"

"BUT I TOLD YOU I LOST IT, PAL!"

"AAack!"

By the distressed detective's tone of voice, Ema immediately knew who it was.

"Detective Gumshoe!" Ema ran to greet the good ol' detective.

"Hey! Oh it's you, that sciency little girl that got Chief Gant convicted, and aren't you the... Lana Skye's little sis?" Gumshoe asked while rubbing the back of his head, trying to remember the long gone SL-9 case.

"You bet I am, what brings you here?"

"Hey, hate to cut through your old friendships, but we have business to do, right, detective Skye?" Daryan interrupts the conversation, glaring at Ema.

"Oh, Detective Crescend, I would like you to meet Detective Dick Gumshoe, surely you've heard of him?"

"Detective Gumshoe... Oh yeah, the troublemaker."

"You could at least NOT say the rude things, you know? You pompous jerk!" If Ema had Snackoos right now, she would have thrown A LOT at Daryan.

"Is that what I'm really known for, pal?" Gumshoe shows him that ever famous frown.

"Don't mind him Detective Gumshoe, he's just a -" Ema is ignored.

"Have you seen Geeter?"

"I haven't seen anyone cross this corridor, pal. Just some cleaners and this hardy receptionist. I tell you pal, if you guys were that careful about your ID's you'd never need a receptionist like that sortin' things around here."

"ID...? You mean you lost yours?" Daryan too isn't the type that always kept his police dept. ID close to him, but he had ways to settle that with the receptionist. "Well, if you lost your ID, I can settle something with that fuzzy guy there, that alright with you, detective?"

"Sure pal! Oh boy, I could get my job done in a jiffy if only I had one!"

"On one condition, my good sir."

"Eh...?" Gumshoe had an innocent look on his face, and possibly by first impression, Daryan knew how to take advantage of the situation.

"You help us to find Geeter, that understood?"

"Sorry pal, saw nobody run in or out this place." Gumshoe said, with a frown that implied "Will you still give me your ID?"

"Geeter's my guitar man, and anyone going in or outta here has no connection to Geeter's being missing."

"I got just the job for that pal! Let me get you somethin', anythin' to help ya, just wait a minute there 'til I get back!" Gumshoe ran as fast as he could out of the building.

...

"So... since I believe you don't need my help anymore, I think I've done whatever I can, so, detective?" On that statement, Daryan knew what Ema was asking for.

"No way, miss. You ain't getting free that easily, if I ever encounter Gavin, you'd be a lot useful 'til then, heheh." Daryan said with a VERY mischievous grin.

"WHAT? You are in no position to use me against that glimmerous fop!"

"What do you mean "in no position"? Don't you know who has your precious little snack pack here?" He was showing Ema the Snackoo pack, and unbelievable as it happened, Ema turned around, back facing Daryan.

"It's yours, I'd rather choke to death than see glimmer boy, think of it as a treat, since I know how hard it is to live your life seeing that self-important fop every day. GOOD day, Detective Crescend." And with that, she exits through the main door.

"What the hell am I gonna do with these? Ah well, might as well throw 'em away."

And Daryan was left alone to wait for Detective Gumshoe.

"I got your weapon right here, pal!" And though Daryan was expecting something useful, he didn't expect something like...

"A dog?" Daryan had no idea.

"It's Missile, pal, and he ain't just a regular dog, I trained him! Yep, me myself. He sniffs, he detects, and he knows, he's a trusty companion, when you're looking for something, just make him sniff something like that thing you're looking for and he's ready to go!"

Gumshoe tells Missile to help Daryan for the day, and as if the dog understood what Gumshoe was telling him, he barked and barked at Daryan with a VERY playful look on that cute little face.

"Uhh... Thanks..." Daryan was too disappointed to talk.

"ID, pal?"

"Uhh... yeah, right, I almost forgot... Here, leave it under my office door at six pm, alright, man?"

"Sure pal, got work to do, you'll be fine with Missile." And with his final words to the younger detective, Gumshoe sped off to the stairs, running with such noise he always made when he runs.

"Geeter is missing and I am stuck with a dog... Great, just great, man."

With nothing left to do (and to use) but take Missile to sniff his guitar case, Daryan went up to his office again and let the dog sniff anything it can.

"GUITAR, dog, the GUITAR. Not anything else, ya dig?"

"Ruff!" Missile runs off, a doubtful Daryan follows.

"Not exactly the best of replies but I'll take it anyway."

After a while's running, the Gavinners' second guitarist had a hunch where the mutt was taking him... And he wasn't quite pleased.

Chapter II takes him to a well-known place...

Could you guess where Missile's leading him?