Hey, guys, it's Nokyo-chan here!! This is TOTALLY a self-insert, me 'n' Edgeworth because I WANNA HAVE EDGEWORTH'S BABIES!!! *ahem* Any waaay, no flames please. I understand that Capcom designed Edgeworth to be gay, but that doesn't mean I don't want his babies and I can't pretend he wants mine.

Sooo, enjoy if you wanna!

*update-ish thing*

Umm, yeah, I did have chapter two here, but I definitely deleted it. My story is borderline Mary-sue and since I have no desire to be an arrogant butthole, I'm editing it with the help of one of my friends who expertly manuevers around Mary-sueness. It might take me a while, but hopefully I'll get rid of the Mary-sueness!!

Through the defendant lobby window, Phoenix could see the gray sky. The weatherman had called for rain today. He adjusted his attorney's badge on his lapel and turned to face his client. She was perched nervously on the edge of her chair, wringing her hands in her lap. The front part of her long brown hair was pinned back behind her head today—she was trying to dress up for her trial. She was wearing black slacks and a pink collared blouse. "Um…Nicky?" he said to her.

She sat ramrod straight, looking up at him. He gave her a reassuring smile. "It'll be okay."

"How could they think I killed him?" she whispered. Her brown eyes gave him a sad look. "How could they think that I would kill…I worked with him! We were friends!"

"I know," Phoenix told her.

"We know you would never do that!" Maya Fey piped up, seeming to materialize at Phoenix's elbow. "But the prosecution will do everything they can to prove that you did it."

Nicky bit her lip. "They'll say I was jealous that he always got Employee of the Month," she said softly. "They were about to promote him to manager because Darrell—he's the manager now—wasn't cutting it. Poor Robby…"

Robert Griffin was the victim in this case. He and Nicky, Phoenix's client, worked together at a fast-food restaurant. The autopsy said that he had been shot in the heart. He had been working late when it happened, and Nicky had come in ten minutes later and discovered him. Unfortunately, it had taken the cops about twelve minutes to reach the scene, and they had found Nicky standing over the body, the gun in her hands.

"How important was your job to you?" Maya asked.

"Not very," Nicky admitted. "It's just to help me pay the bills right now…I'm also a columnist for a local paper, but they don't pay very well. I'm on an 'indefinite vacation' right now because of this whole fiasco."

"I'm sorry." Maya sympathetically patted Nicky's shoulder. "Nick here will get you off, though!"

Phoenix smiled as Nicky looked up at him. "Why did you go back in, though?" he asked her.

"I had forgotten the mouse to my laptop," she replied.

"Did you get it?"

"No. The cops came in and dragged me away before I could even look for it. I heard a noise in the back and…well…" She looked away and bit her lip. Maya immediately began patting her shoulder and making reassuring statements.

"It's almost time," Phoenix said. Maya offered Nicky her hand to help her stand up and the three went into the courtroom.

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For Nicky, the proceedings went by in a bit of a blur. She couldn't really retain any information. She knew her manager, Darrell, had claimed to hear the shot, and that Detective Dick Gumshoe was the one who had arrested her—both were on the stand. She only remembered hearing "OBJECTION!" over and over from both Phoenix and Miles Edgeworth, the prosecutor.

Phoenix had cornered Darrell, asking him why he hadn't immediately gone to check out the noise of the shot. Edgeworth seemed in a bit of a bind. He was leaning on the counter in front of him, eyes bugging out slightly. Nicky looked up at him, and he looked over at her. They met each other's eyes. Nicky was trying not to let her tears slip over the edge, so she knew her eyes looked watery. But she saw something in his. She saw fire, passion, and then, as he took in her appearance, his eyes changed. She saw sorrow, sympathy…pain.

She was taken aback at this last emotion. Pain? Why? He looked away quickly. She leaned forward in her seat and watched him for the rest of the trial, willing him to look at her again—but he didn't.

At last, the judge suspended the trial for the day, claiming that everyone would meet again at the same time tomorrow. Nicky rose shakily.

"We've got the upper hand!" Phoenix told her happily.

"It's really looking like Darrell did it," Maya said, nudging her.

"Darrell? That would make sense," Nicky said a bit dazedly as Dick Gumshoe came up behind her.

"Ready to go back to the detention center, pal?" he asked her.

She sighed. "Ready as I'll ever be, sir," she replied. She looked at Phoenix and smiled, taking in his spiky hair and somewhat birdlike appearance. "Thank you, Phoenix Wright," she said. "I really, really mean that. You too, Maya. Thank you guys." She then turned and let Gumshoe gently grab her upper arm and lead her away.

"They did a really nice job back there, pal," Gumshoe told her.

"They did," Nicky replied. "Oh, sir?"

"Yeah?"

"Um…about the prosecutor…"

"Prosecutor Edgeworth?"

"Is that his name? He…he's a very passionate person, isn't he?"

"Sure is. He's the best prosecutor there is, pal. He was unbeatable for a while…well, till he met Phoenix Wright in court, of course. Wright hasn't lost a case yet, pal. You sure got yourself a good lawyer."

Nicky smiled as Gumshoe led her out to the street. She looked around and saw Edgeworth again, standing by his red sports car. She gazed at him for a while. He had his hand on the roof of the car and was staring down with a frown on his face. Darrell was standing next to him, talking nonstop, but Edgeworth wasn't listening. He looked up and over at Nicky, and their eyes met once again, just as Gumshoe pushed her gently into the backseat of the police cruiser. She sat there in silence as a police officer started the cruiser and shifted it into drive. One day, she vowed. One day, she was going to talk to the lawyer with the pain behind his eyes.