Title: The Call
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. Just using for some fun.
Notes: Writting for the AAI Countdown Drabble challenge in Court-Records, Where we write mini-fics for each case of the game. The fic is set between 1-2 and 1-3.

The Call

Maya wasn't happy, but she wasn't sad either. The month has been terrible so far; losing her sister, getting framed for murder, and she never did get that burger she wanted. On the bright side, she got to see Phoenix, who Mia spoke of great praise. She couldn't thank him enough for saving her from the guilty verdict.

Buried in the quilts, she thought of her family. Her father died when she was younger, and her mother disappeared. Mia and her aunt, Morgan had been the ones that raised her to be a strong girl. Almost everyone spoke kind words about Mia. Her reputation as a defense attorney was higher than most.

Her funeral was in five days time. Lots of people were going to show to pay their final respects, which she appreciated. It still felt missing without some family members confirmed. It would have been lovely to have Aunt Morgan and Pearl at her side. Maya hopped out of her bed, tied her black hair up, then left the bedroom.

"Morning Maya," Phoenix yawned as he rubbed his black hair. His body sloped on the sofa. His eyelids looked just as heavy as Maya's. Phoenix hadn't got any new cases since her trial. And it seemed like Phoenix wasn't interested either.

"Morning Nick," Maya said, keeping her chin up. She looked down seeing Larry flopped over on the floor. His blonde hair looked like a cross between a bush and poodle. "Hi Larry."

"Morning gorgeous," croaked Larry.

Maya smiled at the two men as she walked over to the table, to reach her cell phone. It was a little early to call, but it urgent. She tried to ignore her stomach singing for food. She was the most hungriest in the morning. Juicy burgers floating around in her mind.

Maya shook her and rang home.

Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep

Her stomach growled every time blinked. She was hoping for Pearl to pick up. There was hardly any phones in Kurain so it could be anyone who picked up. The beeping ceased and it's place was, "Hello..."

It was a soothing voice from a woman. And a voice Maya knew too well. It was her Aunt Morgan.

"Hello Aunt Morgan," Maya sighed. "It's Maya."

"Oh Mystic Maya," Morgan said. "Thank goodness... you are safe. Pearl and I have heard about Mystic Mia's death. We're both so shocked and shaken by the news. You must tell us all about it, when your back home. Mystic Pearl adores your little tales."

"Off course I will," Maya giggled, then the giggle turned into a cough.

"Are you all right?" Morgan asked. "You seem as if you've been deprived of sleep."

"Yeah I'm fine," Maya lied. "I am a bit tired."

"You mustn't fear my dear," Morgan told her. "You will still be able to channel her."

"I know," Maya said. "Anyway how's Pearly?"

"She's asleep at the moment," Morgan announced. "Best not to wake her."

"Okay. Anyway Morgan do you think you can come?"

"Come where?" Morgan gasped.

"To Mia's funeral!" Maya replied. "It's on the twenty-third."

"I'm afraid Mystic Pearl and I cannot attend Mystic Mia's funeral," Morgan whispered. "I'm far too busy and it pains me to see Pearl so upset. I hope you understand, Mystic Maya."

"Yeah, I understand."

"I must go now," Morgan muttered. "It was wonderful talking to you. You take care."

And Morgan hung up, and Maya was still tired and starving.