So I was looking through the archive and I thought I'd take a look at some Gregory fics – and there weren't any like this. So I was all, what the heck, why not? And this was the result.

"I... I'm sorry Mr. Edgeworth. I just don't know. It could have been anyone, they had a hood on and it was dark, I couldn't see a thing. All I remember is that they were shorter than I was. It could have been a small woman, like Ruby, or a child, like Len. I just can't believe that he would!"

"Hold it! Miss Lyons, are you implicating Len as the murderer? He's eight, not to mention your brother!"

"Maybe, Mr. Edgeworth. But I just can't believe he could have done it." The defendant's shoulders sagged. There was a contemplative silence as both mulled over the possibility of an eight year old defendant on the stand. Needless to say, it was not a nice image. I suppose I'd better go and take another look at the crime scene. Hopefully Jetting'll have found some evidence to support our case. Gregory Edgeworth stood up.

"Miss Lyons? I'm going to reinvestigaste the docks. I have a feeling that there might be something I've missed – please, don't cry! We'll get you out, I'm certain you're innocent!"

"Thank you. I-I know, but - it's just – Freddie! What if he did it?"

"Miss Lyons. Nessa. Look at me. On a scale of one to ten, how likely do you think it is that your brother is the killer?"

"Not – too likely – but oh, he does tend to snap! What if he had one of his episodes? He doesn't know what he's doing..." Miss Lyons said, between gulps.

"I'm sorry Mr Edgeworth," said the guard "but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Miss Lyons will meet you in the defendant's lobby at nine sharp tomorrow."

...

Gregory stood on the floating platform, looking at the water into which the defendant had supposedly jumped with the defendant. Is it possible that Lilywhite could have thrown Lyons in with him rather than vice versa? Something still doesn't seem quite right to me... hmm. Let me see... why would Lyons have thrown herself into the river with Lilywhite? Well, to avoid her debt, I suppose. But if she was going to be excused from her debt by his death, what would be the point of the two dying together? And who is this mysterious person she is insisting that she saw? Surely it couldn't have been Len. Although... when you consider how much he cares for his sister he could have wanted the victim dead – Ah! Don't be stupid, Gregory, why would he have tried to murder his sister? So who –

"Mr Edgeworth? Would you mind? Cheers." Gregory turned around and found himself staring into the face of Ruby Jetting, a fairly new detective armed with a camera. He shifted aside as she busied herself taking picture after picture of the wood, until suddenly stopping, and zooming in on a certain point dangerously close to the water's edge. As she moved the camera closer and closer to the suspicious spot, the heel of her shoe slipped through the gap between two planks of wood. Lifting her leg to pull it out, a sickening crack announced a broken ankle as she fell off balance, tumbling into the water.

With no one else around, Gregory found himself diving in after the detective, catching her under the arms and propelling them to the surface. They almost made it. Unfortunately, something – he never did find out what – drew them further and further out away from the docks, jerking them under and only occasionally allowing them to surface for air. Eventually, the two washed up into a cave - a cave teeming with forensic scientists, detectives and police officers. Looking around him, something g clicked in the rookie defence attorney's brain.

"We assumed that the defendant drugged the victim before pushing him in, didn't we?" He asked. Ruby nodded.

"We did. Oh god. Argh! My ankle! A little help please?" she called weakly to the many investigators working around a chalk outline, but Gregory was far too preoccupied with his thoughts to aid her in her quest. "What if..."

...

The two sat in the ward as Ruby examined the cast now adorning her leg.

"So what are you saying? You think that the victim was drugged before he met the defendant, saw her being thrown in unconscious and attempted to do exactly what you just did to me? You're mad, Edgeworth."

"Why not? There's no evidence to the contrary."

"There's no evidence to support your theory either. There's just not enough! Ugh, why did I get stuck with this case?"

"I think I'll find a way to prove it in court. Right now, however, I need to leave. I assume that I won't be seeing you in tomorrow?"

"You really are mad. I've worked too hard on this case not to see it through. I'll definitely be there."

"Is that wise? I mean –"

"Mr. Edgeworth. I don't have to take orders from you. I'll see you in court tomorrow, in my hospital gown if I have to. Don't you dare argue."

"As you wish."

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This is going to be a twoshot. I'm not sure, what do you think? I normally despise OCs but I needed one for this story to work. Tell me what you think and if this is too boring I'll just delete the story.