Okay, first ever AJ fanfic. As said in the summary, co-written by my friend and I. Enjoy.

In which Trucy takes advantage of a situation

Trucy Wright was headed to no place in particular. It was entirely coincidence that he was there. However, the chain of events that followed would be disastrous…for her brother, at least.

The 'he' in question was none other than the court rival of Apollo Justice - her aforementioned brother - and their mutual friend. Prosecutor Klavier Gavin was none the less glamorous – or 'glimmerous' - for ending his musical career. His motorbike appeared to have broken, yet again, because after checking the exhaust pipe he kicked the shiny metal in frustration.

"Hi Klavier!" Trucy called, approaching.

Klavier looked up. "Fraulein Wright! What a pleasant surprise! How are you?"

"You can call me Trucy. I'm okay. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. My hog won't start, but that's…well. How is Herr Forehead?"

"Ah." Trucy frowned slightly. "He's getting old."

Klavier laughed. "Ah well. It happens to everyone, ja?"

"I suppose…say, Klavier, do you want to come to my show tonight?"

"Your…show? Oh yes, the magic show! Of course, of course, fraulein! It's been too long." Klavier replied, smiling at her.

"Yay!" Trucy grinned. This would work out well. "20 percent off tickets, like that one time, okay?"

"Ja." Klavier replied.

"Daddy will be there. You'll be sitting together! It's been a while, right?"

"Ja." Klavier replied again. "Too long. Will…will Herr Forehead be there?"

Trucy's grin became even more pronounced. "Can't tell. It's a secret."

"Okay." Klavier nodded, and then shot another glare at the bike sitting innocently against the curb.

Trucy frowned. He wasn't going to ask? How annoying. He was supposed to play along.

"Okay, okay!" Trucy sighed with much exaggeration after a few seconds, deciding to go along with her mental script despite Klavier missing his cue. "You can stop pressuring me with your scary prosecutor tactics. I'll tell you!"

"No one's pressuring you, fraulein…" Klavier put in, but Trucy barrelled on.

"So, Polly's agreed to be my lovely assistant!" she said, smiling innocently before waiting for his reaction.

There was a pause. "Your…what?"

Trucy rolled her eyes. Anyone would think this man had never been on stage. "My lovely assistant. He's going to introduce me with his Chords of Steel!"

"That…can't be healthy for him."

"No, probably not." Trucy agreed. "But you know how much Polly enjoys shouting!"

"Ja…but he'll hurt himself…"

"I hope not." Trucy sighed. Okay. Time for phase two, the second part of her plan which had only began to develop in her head a few minutes previously. "That's all I'd need," she added, sighing loudly again. "Another problem…"

"You have a problem, fraulein? Is there anything I can do?"

"No, it's not a real problem. It's just…Polly doesn't exactly know yet…"

"… … … Fraulein Trucy, don't you think it would have been a better idea to ask him before planning out your show?" Klavier asked patiently.

"Yeah, well…I gave his tickets away, and there aren't any left except the one for you…" Trucy sighed, her bottom lip jutting out slightly, making her look very young and sad. This was her 'please-Daddy-they're-not-that-expensive-and-I-really-need-magic-panties' face.

Klavier sighed too. Trucy noticed his facial expression and knew she had to tread carefully if this was to go as planned. "Well…" Klavier suggested. "I could give him my ticket and I'll do the introduction…"

"No!" Trucy cut across him quickly. "No, you can't!"

Klavier raised an eyebrow.

"I mean…" Trucy added quickly. "I've already invited all his school friends, and Daddy really wanted to meet you again…" The pout was more pronounced now, her words more pleading.

"Okay, okay, fraulein, I'll try to convince him." Klavier told her, reaching into his pocket and taking out a red phone.

As he was searching through the phonebook – Apollo was stored under 'F' for Forehead - he missed the tiniest of smirks cross Trucy's face.

Apollo Justice was frustrated. His latest client, a fourteen year old girl, should have had a solid alibi. Deide Mann's autopsy report stated an estimated time of death at between 10:00 a.m. and 10:15 a.m. One hour before, the defendant, Geraldine Mann, known to all as Gerri, was dropped off at school by the victim, her stepfather. However, after first period, it appeared that Gerri had decided she'd had enough of school and hadn't been seen by any of the teachers since 9:50am that day. The time it took to walk from the school to their home was less than five minutes.

To top it all off, a school friend had heard Gerri say that she 'could kill' her stepfather due to their seemingly constant stream of arguments. Apollo's objection that this was a common phrase for teenagers to use had not held up in court.

"…don't worry." He finished off, though his voice lacked conviction. "I'll get the truth out there, somehow."

"Thank you, Mr Justice." The girl said, smiling weakly. "I…"

Apollo's phone began to ring exactly at that moment. He checked the caller ID almost automatically. "Do…you mind if I take this call?"

"Oh." She responded, surprised. "Um, yeah, sure."

Apollo knew that, whatever Klavier wanted, it didn't bode well. This is why he took the call with a heavy heart.

"…wouldn't fit you, anyway." He heard a distant girl's voice say.

"I said I'd try, but this won't help your case, fraulein." replied another, much nearer voice. Klavier. There was silence for a minute before Apollo spoke.

"Apollo Justice speaking." He greeted reluctantly.

"Herr Forehead!" Klavier sounded instantly alert. This worried Apollo. "Are you busy?"

"Actually…"

"Good. Listen, I'm with Fraulein Trucy, and…"

"What?" Apollo demanded. "You're with Trucy? Should I be worried?"

Silence.

"Prosecutor Gavin?"

"…nein, nein, nothing to worry about." Klavier finally answered. "The fraulein just wanted to ask a favour of you, Herr Forehead."

"A favour?" Apollo repeated.

"Ja. She'd like you to be her assistant at her show tonight."

That…that was completely unexpected. Her assistant? "…what exactly does that involve?" Apollo asked hesitantly.

"Ein moment, Herr Forehead." Klavier replied. Apollo heard him talking to Trucy, and then he replied. "Nothing too troublesome, just helping out with tricks, introducing her…" Here he muttered something incomprehensible.

"…what was that last bit?" Apollo asked. "I didn't hear you, why are you speaking so quietly?"

"…Faulty connection." Klavier told him. "So, will you do it?"

"I guess I can…" Apollo began, and then stopped. "Wait. Why are you calling me?"

"Because the fraulein asked me to."

"No, I mean, why isn't she talking to me herself?"

"I prefer to use my own phone myself, rather than giving it to someone else."

"And her own phone?"

"Out of battery"

"Home phone?"

"She bumped into me when she was out. Really, Herr Forehead, you aren't in a courtroom."

"…I do feel like I'm cross-examining a witness." Apollo admitted.

"Yes, well, you work too hard, Herr Forehead."

Apollo sighed. Perhaps Klavier was right. "Okay. So, what've I to wear?" After all, a hat would mess up his hair.

"…a dress." Klavier replied passively.

"What? A…DRESS?" Apollo demanded.

"Yay! Chords of Steel!" Trucy's voice was heard faintly in the background.

"Ja. Is that a problem?"

"Yes, it is. Tell Trucy no."

"Aw, come on Herr Forehead! Don't ruin her fun!"

"I said no."

"…come on, it'd look good."

Apollo paused. Did…did Klavier just say what he thought he said? "You think it would look…good?"

"Ja, I do." Klavier replied.

Apollo's face went slightly red, but of course he didn't know this. "Well…" he began hesitantly. "…okay. If…if you really…if you think so."

"Ja."

"Okay. Fine. This once."

"See you tonight."

Apollo put his phone away, frowning. What exactly…

"Um, Mr Justice?" Apollo looked around. The girl, his client, was staring at him.

"Yes?"

"What just happened?"

Apollo considered the question. "Well, actually, I…I have no idea."

The end! Of chapter one, anyway. What did you think?