Note: I'm not even finished with the game (started with the second because it was what I could easily get) and its already spawned my first piece of fan ficiton for it. So, have fun reading it and realize that I only just finished up with the second trial of the second game. This fic is not to be taken seriously.

Stalked

Nick looked over his shoulder as he slipped quickly and quietly into his office. He slid along the wall and peeked out the window. Quickly, he moved to close the blinds. He let out an 'eep' of surprise and dropped to the ground.

"What's wrong, Nick?" asked Maya looking up from some papers. He motioned for her to be quiet and stay where she was.

Kneeling, he grabbed the windowsill, leveraged himself up, and peeked out of the window. His eyes quickly scanned the street. "Stupid imagination. Not there. Good," he muttered to himself. He reached over and closed the blinds slowly. Then he turned and slumped against the wall.

Maya huffed, "Okay, what's going on, Nick?"
"She's stalking me!" he said, panic edging his voice.

Clearly frustrated, Maya tapped her foot and crossed her arms, "Who is stalking you?"

"Franziska von Karma!" Nick said with a shiver.

Maya raised an eyebrow. "What gives you that idea?"

"She pops up where ever I go! The library, the grocery store, the dry cleaners! And she doesn't use her whip on me! Well, not as much as everyone else." He added, "It's creeping me out big time."

"Maybe she just happens to be there at the same time," Maya suggested. "Those are all places people go on a regular basis."

He gave her and 'are you kidding' look. "Maya, aside from the fact that I know she lives on the other side of town," he said, "She was standing outside the men's room once when I walked out, twirling that whip around her finger like some girls do with their hair."

"Ewwwwwww," Maya said, making a face. "I see what you mean."

"See what I've been going through?! It's been like this since the day after we won your trial." He put his face into his hands and moaned, "And I've been trying to lose her for the better part of the day today."

Maya visibly warred between sympathy and laughing. The idea of one of the most ferocious prosecutors stalking Nick was both frightening and hilarious.

She looked at Nick and could see, by the twisted grin on his face, that he understood her struggle. "If it were anyone else," he said, "I'd be laughing." He shook his head, "Every one at the courthouse is laughing. Well, not to von Karma's face. She's scary with that whip. But I'm getting needled about it from the moment I walk in until I leave for the day. Even the judge ribs me during court!"

There was a knock at the door. Nick dived under his desk. "Oh, Mr. Phoenix Wright, are you in?" said von Karma from the other side. Nick whimpered and curled into a ball.

Maya got up and answered the door. "Ah, Ms. von Karma! I'm afraid he isn't available right now." He's currently cowering in terror under his desk, Maya thought, a fake smile plastered across her face.

The whip cracked on the floor in frustration, "I suppose I will have to catch him tomorrow." She turned and walked away from the office without another word.

Shaking her head, Maya closed the door. She walked over to the blinds and parted them. Von Karma walked down the street and climbed into a very nice looking import.

Maya walked over to Nick's desk and leaned over to look at him. Quietly, she said, "She's gone."

"For now," he muttered. "For now."