The elavator dinged as I stepped out of it. I was looking for my office number, 1203. Walking to it, I put my briefcase down and fished for the keys in my pocket. Unlocking the brown hickory door, a wave of excitement went through me as it would finally be done decorated.

Opening it, I smelt the lavender scented room and shut the door gently, I started to put up daggers behind my desk when a knock pulled my attention from it. Opening it, I was expecting it to be the chief, but it was the one and only... Person I didn't know. "Hello, I'm Mike." I held out my hand. He took it like we just closed a deal.

"I'm the feared Rookie Humiliator! I just came by and decided to offer to take you under my wing! I am one of the best prosecutors around here! Just come to the office number 1003." Wait, isn't that where the prosecutors who need help with cases?

"Alright, I'll think about it Mr. Payne. Have a nice day." I started to close the door when his hand stopped the door. "I said I'll think about it." I opened the door to the famous prosecutor, and ex-rockstar.

"Ack! Do I act like Herr Payne and not know it?" He put his hand over his heart, exagerating.

"I'm sorry Klaiver, come in." We knew each other because I got all his Vinyls signed by his band. "How's it been the past year?"

"Very nice. How about yours?" He was looking at the music things in my room.

"Hectic, but good." I shut the door behind him. "Feel free to look at the CD's and Vinyls I have here. Trust me, I have so much more at home than I do here."

"Thanks." Was all he said, and he started to look at the few hundred things I had in the shelf. I walked back and started to put my weapons on the wall. It was a pleasant silence as we did our own things. When I was finished he was looking at 'Queen: Live Magic' signed by the whole band. "Are you by chance selling Herr Mike?"

"Well," I had to think about it too, how my step mother loved to share her passion for music, and this would be sharing my passion too. "Share the love right? How much you thinking?"

"How about $30?"

"$60" I countered.

"$35."

"$65."

"$40". He was entering the price range I want.

"$45, and to make the deal sweet, I'll even throw in an open copy to listen too." I pushed the eject button on my laptop and put the spare CD away.

"Alright, sounds fair." It would be fair if I put it over $110. He pulled out the money from his wallet, and I handed him the CD. "Thank you Herr Mike, I wish I could have gone to one of these concerts."

"Same here." A call interrupted us, looking at the phone it read 'Chief Edgeworth.' "Sorry, it's Edgeworth." I answered the phone. "Hello Mr. Edgeworth?"

"Hello Mike, I was wondering if you would want a case" His voice was cold and emotionless over the phone, and even in person.

"Yeah, I would love one." I smiled and looked towards Klavier. "I'll be there within four minutes." I hung up and looked around for my briefcase. "Would you happen to know where my briefcase went?"

"Ja, I saw it on the outside of the door." He put his new CD carefully in one of his blazer pockets.

"Thanks." We walked out the door, and there was my case sitting near the door edge. "See ya Klavier."

"Bye Herr Mike."

It didn't take long for me to walk to his office since it was just up one floor. His door was open, and he was standing in the window in his usual wine red suit drinking a cup of tea. "Mr. Edgeworth, do you have the case report?"

"Yes Mr. Ha- I mean Mike. It's on the table." He turned around.

"Thanks for not calling me by my last name Mr. Edgeworth."

"I can understand why you may not like being called by your last name, but I would suggest you change it."

"I will." I walked to the desk and read the case file.

"Mike."

"Yes Mr. Edgeworth?"

"I'm going to be observing this case. It seems that it has to do with a string of kidnapping, and I believe this maybe the key to this mess." His eyes betrayed him for one split second.

"Alright. I'll keep that in mind." It might not be the best idea to pursue the other meaning of this case. I read the case file real quick and jotted some notes on my note pad.

Victim: Aaron Davis.

Death: Bleed out from neck being chopped half way through.

Weapon: Butcher Knife.

Location and time of death. Joke's Burgers 3:15-3:30 P.M

Suspect: Maya Fey.

Summary: Maya came to town and visited the Wright Anything Agency and left around 2:00 P.M. While she was going back the Kurain Village she stopped to get a burger. She went to the bathroom and was found in there passed out and holding the murder weapon. Only has her fingerprints on it.

It was a typical murder case it seemed like. Just someone wanting to kill someone out of spite, and the Aaron was the unlucky soul she was after. There was a photograph that showed his neck hovering over the sink.

"Just know, she isn't guilty. One of the best attorney's in town will defend her with all his might, and so would I." It felt abnormal for him to be saying this. She must mean something to him. "I would recommend the Detention Center first, that's where you'll get the finer details." I nodded and left his office. I knew who he was talking about, and I wasn't sure if I could tango with him till we bumped into the truth.

Detention Center.

January 3rd, 2031 4:32 PM

I got out of the truck while looking at the prison. The Detention Center was off to the right, and then there were the jail blocks. A familiar scruffy looking detective walked out the building with a look of worry struck on his face. I knew this klutz, but he always was useful, even if it had more holes than a piece of Swiss cheese.

"Detective, come here for a moment." He walked towards me at a faster pace than usual.

"Detective Dick Gumshoe, sir." He said standing up straight. Wait, he never did this, did he?

"Why are you looking so worried?"

"There was a kidnapping connected to the Maya Fey case."

"What!?" Why wasn't this in the case report? "Who was kidnapped?"

"Phoenix Wright sir, Maya's Attorney." He was heaving heavily in anger.

"Have you found a suspect?"

"Yes, sir. But Apollo has taken the case up. So that must mean he's truly innocent." Gumshoe was right, the whole Wright office had a knack for picking the innocent, most of the time.

"I want him to be found and returned safely, you hear me detective?"

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, get on it detective. I have faith in you." Gumshoe has changed, but in a good way. He ran off to do what he needed to. I sighed and walked into the prison. "Hello, Maya Fey. I'm the prosecuting Attorney on her case."

"First one on the left." He said broadly as the lock buzzed. "It's unlocked."

"Thanks." I walked through to the first one. Opening the door there was three people in the room. Maya, the suspect. The ginger girl, I knew who she was, the attorney... Athena. Then the one in robes with pink, was some chick. "Hello, I'm not intruding am I?"

"No, we were just leaving." Athena turned around. "Who are you?"

"I'm Mike, the prosecutor for this case." I knew that she could tell I was nervous. "Second day on the job."

"Really? Good luck!" We shook hands.

"Thank you." I smiled. They were about to leave the room before I yelled "Hold it!" So worth it.

"I thought that was for defense attorneys." She looked back with a smirk.

"You work for Wright right?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Just watch your back, I got a feeling you're in danger, both of you, and anyone else that works for Wright." I knew I just killed the cheery mood.

"You're still nervous. It hasn't increased, but you're fearful, why?"

"That'll have to wait till tomorrow." I waved them off. "It's classified." She grunted but didn't press on. "See ya."

"Bye." They both said, the one in the robes bowed politely.

"Spirit Medium?"

"Yep!" She said making the mood less, serious. She left without another word.

"Hello Maya. You know me, I know enough to know it wasn't you, so what did you see?" I pulled out my notepad and pen.

"Well, when I was leaving Nick got a really big case and had to go quickly so we couldn't have burgers together. When I ate I had to go to the bathroom, but some guy followed me into the bathroom, it was creepy, I was suddenly knocked out. When I woke up there was police surrounding me, and he was dead."

"First of all, he is a she."

"What do you mean?" She had a confused look on her face.

"They had a sex change. Couldn't tell either?" It wasn't easy to tell. "Second, do you know anything about Wrights case?

"No, he didn't tell me much."

"I feel like it's connected to this case, and Apollo's case."

"Why?" She asked.

"Just something." I wondered what to ask. "Do you know anyone that would want to frame you?"

"No, I don't think so." She said shrugging.

"Well, do you know anyone that would want to harm Phoenix?" This seemed like a hopeless question.

"Well, I don't. You'll want to ask Apollo that. I think he may know about that." She said.

"But do you know anyone?"

"Well, maybe Matt Engrade, that's who I can think of." She looked down.

"Alright, I'll look into it, thank you." I got up and left the prison.

I started to drive to Joke's burgers when I called Edgeworth.

"Edgeworth?"

"Yes Mr.-Mike?"

"There's been a kidnapping that seems to be connecting to three cases."

"What? Why wasn't I informed of it?"

"I just found out too, but it's been Wright who's been kidnapped."

"Ngho."

"Do you know anyone that would kidnap him?"

"Yes, there are plenty, but I got two people to start."

"Who?"

"Lawyers makes enemies everywhere, so it could be anyone. It's hard to point out someone with how many he's made."

"Alright, I'll get some evidence."

"I want him back safely." The line went dead. I hung up and drove to Jokes.

A/N Hello peoples! BladeXFire is back at the moment! Is anyone reading this? Probably like, two people. But I am back and my writings aren't as bad and rushed. It's nice improving you know? But how long has it been since I've updated? About half a year with a new chapter. But this will be put up as long as my school don't ban this site, which would suck. But I will update once a week.