"Well, Miles Edgeworth? Aren't you going to welcome me to America?" Franziska von Karma's foot tapped impatiently on the linoleum airport floor.

Miles Edgeworth smiled lukewarmly to his "big" sister. "Welcome, Franziska. I understand you just passed the Bar exam."

"Of course I passed, Miles! Perfection is the only fate of a von Karma!"

Edgeworth wanted to roll his eyes at the obvious nature of her statement, but ignored the impulse. "So, where shall we go, Franziska? Would you like me to tour you around the city tomorrow, since you're probably tired from the trip…"

"HA!" Franziska let out a haughty laugh, brandishing her riding crop fiercely. "What a foolishly foolish notion you foolishly spoke! I'm not here for a vacation, Miles. I'm here to study the judicial system you use here. I neither need nor desire rest. Now, take me to the prosecutor's office."

Not wanting to taste the end of her seemingly innocent "toy", Edgeworth simply nodded. "Of course."

As Edgeworth reentered his small office with a new case file, he came in to see that Franziska was already sitting at his desk, making herself at home and putting her feet on his previously organized desk and digging through his drawers and filing cabinets.

He sighed. "Franziska, would you please take your feet off of my desk? I have important work to do."

"Important work? These cases you get are nothing!" she scoffed.

"Even so. Feet. Off."

Reluctantly, Franziska pulled herself off of his desk, glaring at him in resentment. "Honestly, Miles; you're far from being half the prosecutor Father was. You don't even have any good cases! If you continue like this…" She gave him an arrogant smirk. "I suppose I'll be the one to be the best there is, won't I?"

Edgeworth gritted his teeth. "I just haven't been given the opportunity, that's all."

"Right, Miles, ri—"

A knock on the door halted Franziska's condescending remark. "Miles?" a soft voice questioned from outside. "I think you left this at the police station; it has to do with your new case…"

"One minute."

Franziska looked up at her "little" brother and observed him straightening his attire, making sure everything was perfectly into place. Funny, she thought. Why does he care about what some fool from the police station thinks of him?

When he determined that he looked suitable, Edgeworth opened the door. "Oh, hello, Detective Skye," he remarked, obviously trying to sound composed.

Lana Skye entered the office with a thick folder stuffed with papers. "Here." She handed Edgeworth a small stack of papers. "This is what you've left, but…" She handed him the rest of the still heavy folder. "I thought this might be helpful into your investigation. See, the defendant's been accused of various crimes before, so I've compiled anything from prior cases I've worked on and his business connections."

Edgeworth bowed out of courtesy. "Thank you, Detective. That is very generous of you."

Lana smiled. "Oh, Miles. How many times have I asked you to call me 'Lana'? You don't have to be that formal."

"A-apologies, but I would prefer to address you by your title."

"Well, if it works for you…oh!" Lana noticed Franziska standing beside Edgeworth. "Hello there! Miles, who's this?"

With a disinterested tone of voice, Edgeworth glanced over his shoulder. "Oh. This is…my…"

"I am Franziska von Karma, the prodigy!" Franziska spoke out boldly. "This is my little brother, Miles." Lana gave her a small, almost pitying smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Franziska." Bending down slightly to speak with her at eye level, Lana said, "So, you're a von Karma?"

"Yes!" Franziska proudly proclaimed.

"I-…I see… You know, Franziska, I have a younger sister that's about you're age. Would you like to hang out with her sometime?"

"Hmph!" Crossing her arms, Franziska turned her head. "I have no need to 'hang out' with foolish little children."

"I see." Lana stood up. "Well…Good luck on your case, Miles. I'll send over Detective Gumshoe later tomorrow for the investigation." Then, pausing as she walked to the door, Lana looked back. "It was nice to meet you, Franziska von Karma." Without an answer from Franziska, Lana departed, closing the door behind her.

Miles Edgeworth stared down at his sister. "That was rather rude, Franziska."

"What?" Franziska exclaimed. "Rude? I was simply preventing a confrontation that I'm sure would have ended poorly."

"Oh? How so?"

"Our difference in intellect, for one thing. I'm simply too advanced for most children."

"But you're still a child."

"…" Franziska stared at him angrily. "I am NOT a child. I'm simply young."

Edgeworth sighed, rubbing his temples. "Whatever you say, Franziska. If you don't mind, I would like to begin looking over this case now." As he sat down in his chair, Franziska leaned over his shoulder, examining the files he had received.

"Miles Edgeworth?"

"Yes?"

"Who was that woman?"

"What?" Edgeworth smirked. "I would have thought with your intellect, you would have picked up on her name, Franziska."

"Fool!" Franziska shouted. "Of course I caught her name. She is Detective Lana Skye of the Police Department. However…" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Who is she? Why does she call you 'Miles'?"

"She likes to address her peers by first name. It's her way of being close to people."

In shock, Franziska's eyes widened. "But...she can't call you 'Miles'! I call you 'Miles'!"

"You're not the only person who calls me by my first name, Franziska. It's not a crime."

"We'll see about that…"

Putting down his papers, Edgeworth sighed. I'll never get any work done with her in such a sour mood. "How about this: let's drop off your luggage at my apartment, and then we can go out for dinner?"

Just as she opened her mouth to protest, Franziska's stomach growled.

"Well…perhaps…that would be a good idea."

"Good work today, Lana!" Chief Gant jovially called out to Lana from his car in the parking lot. "We're sure to catch this one, eh!"

Lana nodded. "Thank you, Chief."

"Well, see you Monday, Lana!"

"Have a nice weekend!"

As Chief Gant pulled away in his expensive sports car, Lana's cell phone began to ring. Quickly loading her belongings in to her car, she flipped it open. "Detective Skye speaking."

"Good evening, Detective Skye. This is Miles Edgeworth."

Lana smiled. "Hello, Miles. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I just wanted to…apologize. For Franziska." There was a rush of static as Edgeworth sighed. Lowering his voice, he said, "She is rather strong headed."

"Miles, you have no need to apologize for her. I understand." To herself, Lana thought, She is a von Karma, after all…

"I just hope she did nothing to offend you. I would not wish our relations to be damaged because of her—" Edgeworth paused suddenly. Though muffled, Lana could hear a young girl's voice.

"Who are you talking to, Miles Edgeworth?"

"Just someone from work."

"…Is it that Detective Skye woman?"

"…No."

"Good. Now, let us go get something to eat."

"I'll be out to the car in a minute; just let me finish."

There was another pause. Lana waited patiently.

"…Detective Skye? Are you still there?" Edgeworth was whispering.

"Yes, Miles."

"I-…I'm sorry you had to hear that. I don't quite know what's gotten into her, frankly."

Lana thought for a moment. "Are you two going out to eat?"

"…Yes."

"Perhaps I could join you two? Ema's at a sleepover tonight, so I don't really have anyone else to eat with."

"I'm…not so sure that's a good idea. I mean…"

"Don't worry about Franziska. I have an idea."

"…If you insist. We're eating at the Italian restaurant down the street from the precinct; we'll be there in roughly ten minutes."

"Sounds good. I'll see you there, Miles."

As she ended the conversation, a grin slowly grew on Lana's face. Possibly the only the chance she'd ever have to teach a von Karma a lesson of any sort. This was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.

A/N: I haven't written anything in a while, so forgive me if I'm a bit rusty...I thought the idea of a young Franziska being jealous of any women Edgeworth is in contact with would be really adorable, but I decided not to make this pairing-oriented (I know there's a lot of people that think they're better off as brother and sister, which I understand).

Anyway, "Why Lana Skye?" you might be asking. Well, in case you haven't read my other story (*cough"Helping Hand"cough*), I'm a huge fan of that pairing in a onesided way; I think their interactions in the game could lead to an interesting relationship. Plus, I just like the way she can unnerve Edgeworth. ;D

This will just be a two-shot. Hopefully I can update soon!