"Miles Edgeworth!" Franziska von Karma shouted as she marched into her "younger brother's" office. "I require a file from your cabinet."

Edgeworth looked up from the case report he had been reading. "…Franziska," he said, grinning slightly. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I just told you, Miles Edgeworth." Franziska crossed her arms, whip in hand. "I need a file. From the PD-3 case."

It had always been entertaining to irritate her; even more so that she was older. She really hasn't changed a bit, Edgeworth thought to himself, bemused.

"Very well." He unlocked his filing cabinet. "So, Franziska," he said in an attempt to make conversation as he fished through various folders. "For what do you require this file?"

Franziska smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know, Miles Edgeworth." She sat down on his desk, picking up various pens and trinkets that laid upon it. Obviously wanting to tell him, she quickly said, "The defendant in the next case I'm prosecuting for was involved in this case. It would provide a motive even a fool could understand."

"…I see" was the only reply.

Scowling at the lack of praise, Franziska continued to observe her "brother's" office. Everything was so pristine, so in order. Except for one thing.

"Miles Edgeworth."

"Yes?" Edgeworth stepped next to her, the file in hand. "Please stop sitting on my desk." He lightly pushed her back, but at this, she seemed more determined to remain there.

"Hmph." Franziska pointed to a small manila folder lying on his couch. "You seem to be just as much of a slob as you used to be, Miles Edgeworth."

Furrowing his brow, Edgeworth picked up the folder. "…This must be Wright's," he mused. "He must have left it when he and Maya came—"

"You've been spending time with Phoenix Wright?" Franziska cried. "You're fraternizing with the enemy!"

"Franziska, haven't you learned anything about what our true objective is? It doesn't matter whether one is a prosecutor or a defense attorney—"

"Miles Edgeworth, you've gone soft." Franziska sneered. "Of course it matters." She sat up proudly. "Perfection would never stoop to such a level."

Edgeworth sighed melodramatically. "You're such a child," he muttered under his breath.

Quickly standing up, Franziska walked to him, pulling out her whip. "What did you just say, Miles Edgeworth?" she inquired in a dangerously quiet tone.

He turned to face her. "I said you always act like such a child sometimes, Franziska! Can't you just let go of such immature beliefs?"

Franziska gaped at him. "Miles Edgeworth….how dare you! You- you…!"

"…Fool?" Edgeworth smirked. "Is that what I am?"

"No! I mean, yes!" Glaring, Franziska snatched the PD-3 file from his hands. "Miles Edgeworth," she growled. "You always were an insufferable excuse for a human being."

"And you were always a brash, intolerant one."

Franziska strode toward the door, maintaining her arrogant walk. Just before she left, she paused in the doorway.

"Miles Edgeworth," she said softly, back still turned to him. "I…I hate you!" With that, she slammed the door forcefully, rattling the window and jostling the various items on his shelves. Edgeworth sighed.

Well, he thought to himself, the folder still in hand. I suppose I should return this to Wright. For all the trouble it's given me, it must be his.

"Wright!" Edgeworth called as he let himself into the Wright & Co. Law Office. "You left a file in my office; I believe it's for your next case—"

"Let GO, Maya! I'm telling you, we're not watching the Steen Samurai movie again!"

"But Nick! It's for justice! Isn't that what we fight for?"

"The Steel Samurai fights bad guys in capes, Maya."

"So? It doesn't matter if they're in capes or suits! Bad guys are bad guys!"

Cautiously, Edgeworth entered the room, finding Phoenix and Maya fighting over the remote control for the office TV. He cleared his throat loudly. "AHEM."

Phoenix and Maya paused in their struggle. "Edgeworth!" Phoenix looked at him, shocked. "When did you get here?"

"I had been waiting outside the door for about ten minutes, listening to your…couple's quarrel, when I just decided to let myself in."

"Ha! Me and Nick, a 'couple'?" Maya scrunched up her face. "You're starting to sound like Pearly!"

Phoenix looked away thoughtfully. "Yeah, that's pretty weird…" Taking advantage of his distracted state, Maya quickly snatched the remote and hit 'Rewind'. "Yes!" She pumped her fists in the air triumphantly. "The Pink Princess always triumphs!"

Edgeworth smiled, amused. "Anyway," he said, taking out the folder. "Here's your folder, Wright. I didn't look inside; I thought it might be for your next case—"

"No!" Phoenix shouted. Then, looking around carefully, he leaned in and whispered, "Get that out of here; it's—"

"Mr. Edgeworth!" cried a delighted voice from behind Phoenix's desk. Pearl came running toward him, wearing an apron much too large for her and a duster in hand.

"Oh, hello." He glanced at Phoenix. "You're making a child do your cleaning for you, Wright? That's low, even for you…"

"No! She wanted to…"

"Sure, Wright. Sure."

"Mr. Edgeworth!" Pearl beamed at him. "Thank you for returning that flyer!"

"Hm? This thing?" Now curious, Edgeworth began to open the folder.

"NO!" Maya and Phoenix shouted unanimously, both lunging for the file. Edgeworth smoothly stepped back and said, "Honestly, I don't see what could be so bad—"

"You don't understand, Edgeworth!" cried Phoenix. "This is a matter of life and death!"

Edgeworth raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? We'll just see about that…"

The flyer read:

Want to go out for a night of DANCING and MAGIC?

Or maybe you just want to celebrate that SPECIAL SOMEONE?

Then come to the ANNUAL MOONLIGHT BALL!

This Saturday at 6:30 pm at the community center.

Edgeworth stopped reading. "This is what you were afraid of?" He didn't make any attempt to hide his smirk. "Just dancing?"

"No, it's not just that." Phoenix stood up and straightened out his shirt. He whispered toward Edgeworth, "Pearls keep trying to get Maya and me to go!"

"…And that's a bad thing because…?"

"Because," Phoenix hissed back, exasperated. "She keeps thinking that Maya and I are…you know…And besides, I don't dance."

"The great attorney can't even dance?" Edgeworth sneered jokingly, thrusting the paper back into Phoenix's hands. "All gentlemen can dance."

"Oh really?" Phoenix glared at him. "Can you?"

"Naturally."

Suddenly, a smile crept onto Phoenix's face. "Alright, Pearls." He turned around and knelt down to face her. "I'll go, if…you get Edgeworth to go too."

"Hooray!" Pearl clapped her hands together in delight. "You'll go, won't you, Mr. Edgeworth?"

"…Sure," Edgeworth said, mentally checking his schedule. "I'll be able to attend. So, I can meet you two outside at about six—"

"No, Mr. Edgeworth!" Pearl gasped at him, shocked, as though it was obvious. "You have to go with somebody!"

"… 'With' somebody?" Pearl nodded her head seriously.

Edgeworth's smug countenance faded upon this realization. "Well, erm…" He looked away. "Then, I can't go…I just remembered. I have work to do that night, so…"

"Oh come on, Edgeworth!" Smirking at his peer, Phoenix said sardonically, "The great prosecutor can't even find a date?"

"T-that's preposterous! I just…don't have the time to go—"

"I'll help you find your special someone, Mr. Edgeworth!" Pearl piped up. She paused thoughtfully.

"How about Sister Iris? That way, Mr. Nick will only be worried about Mystic Maya!"

"Well…" Edgeworth looked up contemplatively, but upon receiving a harsh glare from Phoenix, declined.

"Um…what about Sister Bikini?" Pearl smiled innocently. "She likes you, Mr. Edgeworth!"

"No, no, no…" Edgeworth shuddered.

"Um…how about that woman…Ms. …Oldbag—"

Edgeworth, Phoenix and Maya shouted in unison: "Dear God, no!" The three of them shuddered.

"Well, Edgeworth," Phoenix smirked. "It seems the only people that are interested in you are old women."

"Shut up."

"Hey, Nick! Don't be mean!" Maya punched him lightly. Looking upward thoughtfully, she suggested, "What about that one girl? The one you worked with after I left?"

"…Ema?" Hardly able to keep himself from laughing, Phoenix grinned. "So, let me revise my statement; The only people interested in Edgeworth are old women and teenage girls."

Edgeworth turned slightly red. "Shut up, Wright."

Pearl tugged lightly on the sleeve of Edgeworth's coat. "Mr. Edgeworth," she said quietly. "I'm sorry we can't find anyone…" Tears began to well up in her eyes. "We can't find your special someone!"

"Hey Edgeworth, I've got an idea," Phoenix said slowly, stroking his chin. "How about Ms. von Karma? You two are friends, right? And she's not old…"

Edgeworth paused. "Wright," he started. "…Franziska hates me. Why would I—"

"That's a wonderful idea, Mr. Nick!" Quickly drying her eyes, Pearl beamed again. "Mr. Edgeworth! You should go with Miss Franziska!"

"Wait- no-!"

"I'll even do you the favor of calling her," Phoenix said with a smirk. He quickly dialed a number. Edgeworth stared at him.

"…How do you even know her number?"

Phoenix gave him a thumbs-up. "I have everyone's phone number. Just in case."

As Phoenix waited patiently for Franziska to pick up on the other line, Edgeworth held out a hand. "Wright," he said in a dangerously quiet voice. "Give me the phone, now."

"No way, Edgeworth! You're not getting out of thi—" He stopped suddenly as Franziska answered on the other line. Edgeworth couldn't distinctly hear what she was saying, but he could hear her shouting. A lot.

Phoenix simply stood, frozen in the instinctive fear of being whipped at the sound of her voice. "Well," he managed to interrupt her tirade. "I was wondering…if you wanted to go to that Moonlight Ball thing on Saturday…"

More shouting.

"No! Not with me, just…" Phoenix looked back at Pearl and Maya uncertainly. "Just to come. I hear it'll be fun."

More subdued talking. Edgeworth caught the word "fool" at least a dozen time.

"Alright! So, we'll see you there!" And he hung up.

Edgeworth stared at him. "Wright! You didn't even say she was supposed to be going with me—"

"Meh, it's just a small technicality." Phoenix shrugged it off. "We'll just cross that bridge when we come to it, right?"

Still infuriated, Edgeworth glared. …Wright. You idiot.

"Anyway…" Clapping a hand onto Edgeworth's shoulder, Phoenix grinned. "How about you teach me how to dance?"

A/N:I know I shouldn't be starting more stories when I have so many yet to finish, but…I couldn't resist. XD Reviews are loved!