I do not own Phoenix Wright; if I did I would be laughing hysterically in my mansion right now. Also I have only played the first game so I only know about some of the characters and their personalities from the internet. Also some things might not follow JFA game but I will try very hard to keep it relatively the same.

The Laws of Seduction

Chapter one: The deal

"I can't believe I'm wasting my time here, I had work I could be doing right now," Miles grumbled.

"Come on Edgeworth it's for the children," Phoenix joked, "You should be happy that they wanted us to speak at the first annual Children and Crime day."

"Yah, about that name they came up with."

"Gumshoe came up with it," Phoenix added. Stirring his coffee with a plastic straw, placing it in his mouth, idly crewing on it as he surveyed the crowded lunch room at the police headquarters.

"I figured as much," Miles continued, sipping his tea.

"I think it's a good opportunity for kids to see what we do, probably they will think our jobs are boring but oh well its free lunch," Nick replied optimism brimming in his eyes.

"You and free lunch, I swear you would willingly sit through a one of those time share deals they are always peddling people just to get the little free note book and lunch."

"Hey they give good free lunches."

"I should have known," Miles sighed.

Suddenly Phoenix saw a giant shadow engulf the table he was sitting at, turning around he came face to face with two giant eyes.

"Holy shit!" he yelled out, his stir straw falling from his mouth and onto the floor.

"Whoa calm down," a muffled voice sounded from inside. Taking off the head of the costume a familiar goofy grin replaced the scary looking face of whatever the costume was suppose to be.

Sighing loudly Phoenix crossed his arms, "Larry what the hell are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?" Larry questioned, "They hired me to dress up and entertain people, you know mingle with the kids. Make them laugh and such."

"You probably would get the same result even without the costume," Miles calmly added.

Larry shot Miles a look but ignored the comment, "The pay stinks, almost as much as the costume. But I thought, hey I have nothing else to do, so why not?"

"I'll say that costume smells," Phoenix grimaces as the foul odor met his nose, "It smells like old cheese and cigarette smoke."

"Really, I thought it smelt like my gym bag," Larry continued.

Placing his Styrofoam up down Miles looked up, "What on earth are you suppose to be anyway?"

"Oh come on, you don't recognize the Blue Badger when you see him?" Putting on the head once again Larry started to do the dance. His singing muffled by the thick material.

"Stop it!" Edgeworth snapped, "People are looking at us."

"Fine, but I stayed up all night practicing it. I would like to get to use it."

Laughing Phoenix pulled up a chair so Larry could sit down with them, "I'm sure you will have plenty of time to dance when all the kids arrive."

"I'm not doing this for the kids," Larry continued, setting down the giant head on the table beside him.

Shaking his head realization dawned on Phoenix, "You're doing this so you can scam on the female police officers aren't you?"

Winking back, a sly smile spread over Larry's face, "Bam! You got it bud. Where else am I able to see this many hot cops." Looking over at the two men he was met with blank stairs. "What? It's either that or get arrested on purpose."

Rubbing his temple in frustration Miles tried his best not to say anything overly rude.

"I mean I am quite the lady's man, but once in a while I get in a slump," Larry sighed sadly.

"Please you a lady's man? If I remember right you were scared of girls all thought high school. I was the one who always talked to them," Phoenix replied, drinking his coffee in triumph.

"I can't see that," Miles said, his tone edging on amusement.

"I was," Phoenix retorted. "I could get almost any girl I wanted, I just found it to troublesome."

A smile crept over Miles face; this caused an uneasy feeling to spread over Phoenix's body. Miles never smiled. Well unless he was about to crush you in court.

"How about you prove it to me then," his voice was calm, but Phoenix knew that he was thinking of something.

Raising an eyebrow in curiosity Phoenix replied, "How?"

Leaning back in his plastic chair Miles crossed his arms, looking like he was about to give an opening statement. "I pick one girl of my choosing that you have to try and, so called 'seduce'. Now I'm not taking about having to 'score' with her. All you have to do is get her to come with you to the dinner and dance the police department it having next Monday."

Taping his fingers lightly on the table top Phoenix felt like he was in court and the evidence was all against him. "And if I manage to do this?"

Stroking his chin Miles thought about what would be best to wager, "How about we bet on five hundred dollars. You win I pay, you lose you pay. Simple."

Man five hundred dollar's would really help out this month on rent. But then again if I loose I'll be calling my mom for money. Phoenix thought to himself.

"I don't know about that, I think you have lost your touch a little bit," Larry commented. Concern evident in his voice.

"I'll do it!" Phoenix replied, a little miffed that both of them thought he couldn't get a girl to go with him to some stupid supper. Now it wasn't about the money, it was his pride that was on the line.

Sticking out his arm Miles waited for Phoenix to seal the deal. All the while wearing a smug smile on his face that caused Phoenix to think that he had something else up his sleeve.

Hesitantly Nick took the prosecutors hand, knowing that this was it, no way was he turning back now.

"And you can't back down from this Wright," Miles threatened pointing his finger in his direction.

"You know me, I never back down."

"I know you all to well," Miles sighed.

"So who did you pick?" Phoenix questioned the slightest tinge of excitement in his voice.

Raising his hand Miles pointed behind Phoenix, face remaining expressionless. But his eyes told the defense attorney all to well that he was enjoying this little bet way too much.

Turning in his seat Phoenix looked at the crowds of people chatting away. There were around five girls standing behind him. All of them were pretty so that was a good sign.

"The girl in the green shirt?"

"Cold," Miles replied.

"Come on can't you just tell me?" Phoenix whined.

"It's my bet so it's my rules," Miles shot back.

Muttering under his breath he turned around again, his eyes scanning who Miles might have picked.

"The one with the giant purse?"

"Colder."

"Blue shirt?"

"Warmer."

"The one talking on her cell phone?"

"Hotter."

"Miles no one else it there that is the last one, and I distinctly remember you saying it was not a man," Nick protested.

"Oh she's there, look again," his voice dripping with amusement.

Huffing Phoenix turned around, "All I see is Franziska getting coffee. That's all." Turning around Phoenix was met with an evil smile, causing a lump to form in his throat and his mouth to go dry. "Franziska?"

"Burning," Miles replied, an amused glint in his eye.

"That's not fair!" Phoenix spat back, his voice a mixture of anger and panic.

"Too late, you didn't say who it had to be. Maybe you should be a little more thorough on your deal making next time Wright." Miles said.

"But…But she hates me!" Phoenix blurted out, panic now very evident in his voice. "Not dislike, I mean the genuine word 'hate'."

Waving the comment aside Miles continued, "I am aware of your situation, she complains enough to me about you."

Raising a brow Nick looked back at Miles, "Really?"

"Yes either that or how stupid people are when they drive. Honestly that woman is scary behind the wheel. She has at least five different colors of paint on her bumper" Miles replied rolling his eyes.

Looking back and fourth at his two friends Larry grabbed his costumes head, "Well I'm going to go. I don't want to see Nick get whipped to death."

"Thanks Larry," Phoenix replied voice full of sarcasm.

With that the two watched the Blue Badger push his way through the crowds of people, stopping once to give one of the female police officers a hug before turning around to give a thumbs up back at his friends. Leaving them both to shake their heads.

"Well I better be going also," Miles said getting up.

Grabbing the prosecutors jacket Phoenix stopped him, "What about me?"

Miles looked in Franziska's direction, watching as she pushed past people, coffee in one hand and papers and files in the other. Eventually sitting down alone at the table in the corner.

"I think Franziska might be lonely, I suggest you go and keep her company," his voice was neutral, with no hint of the amusement he was feeling inside.

"Damn you Miles, your going to get me killed," Nick grumbled.

Walking away Miles waved goodbye, "I'll be sure to come to your funeral."

Cursing loudly under his breath Nick turned to watch the female prosecutor open up one of the many files she was carrying. Eyes glued to the words she was reading.

"Well here goes nothing," Phoenix said to himself.