The Stumbling's of a Prosecutor
Chapter One
Lost in You Like the Cases I Read
Miles Edgeworth walked around the courthouse. He had gotten lost again as he read through old cases. He wore a gold and blue vest, white cravat, fire truck red pants, and blazer. He ended up in Defendant Lobby No. 3. He saw the lawyer Mia Fey, and Mr. Grossberg. There was this spikey hair man with a pink sweater with a big red heart with the initial P inside of it. He also had a red scarf. He also wore a surgical mask. Miles blinked several times and blushed. Was Phoenix Wright in this courtroom? He covered his face with a case folder. He stuck out like a prisoner as a prosecutor would. He ran out of there before they noticed him. He ran into Manfred von Karma. The white haired man sighed.
"Edgeworth, I think you know the courthouse by heart I take it?" Manfred said. Miles bowed and put on a straight face.
"I was just lost in a case that is all. The prosecution made a very sound and logical argument against the defendant with tons of evidence, " Miles lied, "It was one of your cases." Manfred smiled and Miles sighed in relief.
"Edgeworth, go back to your office. I need to take care of some things."
Miles bowed and went to the parking garage. He got into his red sports car. He wanted to shove Phoenix against the wall and rip that ugly sweater off of him but Phoenix had somebody. He called this girl "Dollie". He thought of Phoenix's body against his with nothing separating them. He let out a quiet moan. If only he could have gotten him before her. He took a deep breath and drove to the prosecutor's office. He went up to his office without saying anything to anybody. He locked the door and he sat on his red couch. He put the tips of his fingers on his forehead. He closed his eyes. He daydreamed about Phoenix. He closed his eyes.
They were in the evidence room at the police department. It was the middle of summer and it was 90 degrees inside the evidence room and 85 degrees outside. Phoenix had his arms wrapped around Miles waist. They struggled to get their sweat-drenched shirts off.
"Phoenix, I never thought you would love me," Miles said. He kissed the other man's neck. Phoenix smirked and played with the zipper on Miles pants. He put his hands in Mile's pants. Phoenix stroked the bulge as Miles moaned.
"You make me feel so good Phoenix…."
"DAMN IT now I have this image in my head I cannot get out of," A voice said. Miles looked up to see Franziska. She whipped him several times. Miles was red and pink all over. "You know Phoenix Wright is with that psychopath Dahlia Hawthorne?" Miles groaned in pain. Franziska said, "Little brother, if father finds out he will send you to one of those gay treatment centers which make my whip seem like a light slap on the face."
"But I have done perfectly on cases. I got guilty verdicts on everyone," Miles said.
"Remember father wants everything to be perfect including your love life and public persona. If the guy was perfect than he would accept it but it is that love-struck idiot who wants to be a defense attorney! You are still very green when it comes to being a prosecutor and these first cases are critical." Miles sighed and agreed.
"Fine and I am going to ask Mia Fey how the trial went," Miles said. Franziska sighed and whipped him again.
Miles caught up with Mia at the Criminal Affairs Department. She had a coffee break in the break room. Miles got coffee himself. He said, "How was the case today?" He tried to make himself not sound like a dork that wanted information on her client.
"My client was found not guilty and why the sudden interest in talking a defense attorney?" Mia said.
"No reason I just think you are a very good defense attorney," Miles said, "Maybe we could talk about the case over dinner?" Miles bowed and smirked. He used all the pretty boy charms of his.
"Sure you are pretty cute. " Mia smiled and drank some more of her coffee, "It is 7 now do you want to go now before they throw any more cases on us." Miles nodded and unlike most of the guys in precinct he did not care for her cleavage or any of that. He did not plan on what he would do if things got heated. That would blow his cover and his wishes of being taken seriously as a prosecutor.
They went to a nearby bar that had amazing meals. This was Miles favorite place to cool off after a long day of casework. He ordered red wine and began discussing the case with Mia. She started talking, "My client Phoenix Wright was so crazy. He ate a critical piece of evidence because he cared so much about that harlot Dahlia."
"Oh boy he sounds like a handful," He replied back laughing.
Mia finished her drink and asked for another one. She said, "He did say something after the case that struck me as intriguing. He said he wanted to be a lawyer to meet a friend. Sadly I did not get a name but it is probably a prosecutor. Why else would he go through the trouble of becoming a lawyer?"
"I wonder who the lucky prosecutor is," Miles said. He smiled at the thought that it might be him. He drank most of the wine bottle. As soon as he knew it him and Mia were in his car and she was trying to kiss him.
"Maybe I should have gone on a date with Jack Marshall or Neil. You are a good talker but when it comes to girls you have a mentality of a five year old," Mia said. She was finally able to kiss Miles. He was stunned as she took off his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. She kissed him down from his neck to near his belly button. He stopped her before she got to his pants.
"I will call a taxi for you or limo Mia. Just do not tell anyone that I cannot do 'this'." Miles pleaded.
"It's fine. I'm sorry I got carried away."
He called for a discrete limo and by the time that got there Jack Marshal had begun talking to Mia in front of the bar. They both got into the limo. He finished two bottles of wine that night.
Miles slept in his car that night. He was too drunk to drive. Phoenix invaded in his dreams. By the morning he had settled that he would go see him at the university. He decided to talk to Larry instead; his other childhood friend. "Larry, can I talk to you. We can meet up later for the more intimate details but for now I need someone who I can trust to talk to."
Larry picked up and said, "Wow Miles, what is it?"
"Well I have unnecessary and inappropriate feelings for Phoenix. I even took his defense attorney out on a date to get more information about him. I am terrified thought I rejected her advances and got drunk last night. Did I mention I fell asleep in my sports car? If Manfred von Karma finds out I am fucked more than a prostitute is on a daily basis," He confessed.
"Wow and I thought Franziska was crazy. I could not imagine Manfred von Karma. If you want I can screw up more than I usually do so the press will lay off you?"
"Sure just do not get yourself charged with anything serious like murder. Well I need to get home and freshen up quickly. I will try to go into the office like nothing happened." Miles hung and drove to his mansion.
He went inside and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the bath and stripped off his clothes. They smelled like throw up and alcohol. He slumped into the warm bath. He washed himself with care as he soaked his fears a way. He thought of Phoenix in there with him.
"Miles, let me wash your hair for you. You got some wine in it." Phoenix's voice said in his head. Despite being late for work Miles took his time. He got out and got in another suit. He picked something more simple and comfortable. He wore a blue blazer and black pants. He also wore his normal cravat. He had no trials today so what was the point in putting on the court outfit. He threw that in the wash on his way out.
He got into his car and drove to the office. He had to stay focused on being a prosecutor and so far he had failed. He got to his office and sat down. He looked over a new case. The new case involved fraud and Gumshoe had gotten all of the evidence for him. There was not even going to be a defense at the trial. He read the case summary and smirked. "This will be easy…" He said.
While he read the case files Franziska came in and whipped him until he collapsed. "Little brother, father is having you go to a boot camp until he feels you can be sure you can do good as a prosecutor." Franziska whipped him until he was unconscious.
He woke up at the processing of the boot camp. The banner near him said, "How to Get the Unruliness and Sin Out of a Man" Miles gulped as they processed him into their system. They gave him army clothes and slowly removed his individuality. The only shred of his individual was his dark gray hair and his prominent bangs.
They took him into a dorm with surveillance cameras everywhere. Privacy was an alien concept to this place. Miles gasped and said, "I have to sleep in this?" They did not respond to him as they pushed him into the dorm.
On the door it said, "Stage One". Miles did not have time to recollect his thoughts as bedtime was announced. Miles sighed and fell on the stiff and uncomfortable bed. It had no sheets and a flimsy blanket. It was only seven in the evening or so he thought. There were no clocks anywhere and black paper covering the windows. He could barely see the windows. It looked like a warehouse.
There was another guy still awake. He had hair over his left eye and very muscular. He looked liked he could be a TV star. Miles whispered, "Hi, can you fill me in on where and what this is? By the way my name is Miles Edgeworth."
"Matt Engarde, and this place is one hell on earth. They beat, exhaust, and torture the sin out of you. It is like prison but we are here without charge or trial. I never thought the prodigy of Manfred von Karma would end up here. And this place is called 'The Path to Paradise'."
"How ironic," Miles said.
When Matt fell asleep Miles let the tears he held back flow. He felt defeated and all he wanted to do was blame Phoenix and himself for falling for him. He did not know what this place would entail and he did not want to find out.