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Chapter 2: Busted

Miles Edgeworth was a prodigy in his own prosecution ways, however even he was scared of the devil reincarnate of the office. He prided himself of being early as usual, he believed he should be at least allowed a few moments of peace before she comes in with her whip and everything else that carried perfection.

Sipping his favourite earl tea, he was making his way through the precinct in hopes to quickly gather his information and leave in a peaceful manner without bumping into her. The precinct was as busy as usual, cases of murder were accumulating the streets of Los Angles than he would appreciate, oh well his case was going to be straightforward and easy to finish in court without having to look too hard into the details unless his faithful enemy was there.

Mr Phoenix Wright, the other poor victim of the devil's torture. The precincts had desks always filled with filed work and were always so cluttered with evidence. He would never be surprised if someone stole evidence and leave undetected, with these kind of mess every day, people might believe it to be misplaced.

"Coming thru! Oi pal! Get off the desk!"

Growled a very angry voice, Miles Edgeworth knew who it was, the last and most pitiful subject to the devil's torture. Detective Gumshoe, he was a big man but a small pay. His jacket had looked like it was on its last few lives, maybe fit for the beggar but certainly not the detectives' right? Oh wait, never mind, there was another detective that also dressed in a fashion that allowed people to think the detectives were actually street beggars and taken pity by the society and given a chance to be a detective.

Condolence for the poor pay they receive after all the running and the way they put themselves into trouble. They should be paid more, but occasionally, he preferred to keep them underpaid. If you knew what it was like having Detective Gumshoe to help you, even you might consider him being fairly paid.

"Edgeworth Sir, here is your report."

"Thank you Detective Gumshoe."

Miles took the yellow envelope and was about to turn and leave, yet Phoenix Wright had decided to stroll in and pick up his case as well. Smirking to himself, Phoenix Wright was a very good defence attorney, but usually that was because all his clients were actually innocent except two. He was humming cheerfully as he walked inside. Detective Gumshoe who saw his comrade in arms went to greet him happily.

"Hey pal!"

"Detective Gumshoe! This time i have all the right papers so you could give me some bits on the case file."

"Sure thing pal! Here ya go! How is little Pearls going?"

"She is fine, though she slapped me this morning regarding breakfast. Apparently I did not praise Maya for cooking. She is always acting this way. Oh, hello Miles!"

"Good morning to you too, Mr Wright."

Phoenix smiled sheepishly, they had been on better terms after all these years being forced to work with each other, and there is no mistaking the friendliness. After the KG-7 incident, things were far more different than before.

As they were all making a small talk, surprise for Miles but he listened anyhow, he seemed to be worried. He for a moment seemed to have forgotten that the devil was on its way here for her case files. 9 o'clock struck and the glass door to the precinct opened, everyone who was bustling around had frozen on the spot, the whole precinct went dead silent.

In strode what everyone in the law business called the Devil's incarnate. Everyone may have held their breath but no one ever forgets Franziska von Karma, and for what is worse, she was wearing a hat and a nice tailored long coat for a change. It did not look like her, but the whip was a clear trademark. She wore longer boots and her outfit looked different, she was wearing jeans and a normal top.

"...I am seeing things, maybe I am dreaming, Von karma walking in like a teenage girl was not on the top of my list of normal."

Whispered Phoenix Wright to the other two of her most favourite victims, Miles had to agree, he had known her for years and she had never dressed so casually in his whole life. Something seemed rather out of place, she always managed to pull off whatever she intended to wear, and she did it this time.

Men had seemed to forgotten that she was the devil's reincarnate and approached her like a pack of hungry wolves. The only wise people were Miles, Phoenix and Gumshoe who did not want to taste the whip had taken a few steps back. Like they had predicted the whip made a defensive shield around its owner and to add to that she did not utter another word.

The men all realized their mistake had already made evacuation plan feeling stupid to fall for the devil's disguise. Franziska was not in a good mood. In fact she was very nervous after the incident this morning. It was just not worth remembering! But everywhere, her whole body was reminding her and tormenting her.

She tugged her cap lower for extra measures. Her behaviour was observed by Miles, he saw that she looked rather defensive today. Thoughtfully he went outside the office, leaving Gumshoe and Phoenix staring at Von karma like goldfishes. There was something nagging them, telling them SOMETHING is WRONG in this picture. Miles probably left to avoid being the next victim, maybe if they were smart enough they should slip away too.

Franziska eyed the surroundings wearily as she noticed mounts of paper were strewn everywhere due to the use of her whip. Her fingers worked quickly looking for the papers she needed. She just wanted to get out of here and fast before her secret is found out.

"Oi pal, should we go?"

Phoenix nodded. Just as they turned to leave as quietly as possible they saw Miles coming back in with a small stone in his hand. Gumshoe looked at the rock and then at Miles before whispering in a very low voice.

"Sir... I don't think a rock would help..."

Miles shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, the usual way he did when he was listing something obvious in a case. He smirked and tapped his nose as he threw the rock towards Franziska. Phoenix thought Miles had really knocked his head and had become mentally ill, why would he go and throw a rock at THE devil? She was going to slaughter him, but as fast as it happened, the rock split in two, and they did see a fast flash of brown.

Note to self to never go within 3 centimetre radius of her today or any day she dressed like that. Miles noted his experiment was a success, for now he knew that something was definitely shifty about her behaviour. Even Gumshoe knew that, but Miles knew exactly what about her behaviour that was shifty.

She did not want anyone near her, which means there is something on her that is dangerous or perhaps embarrassing. Knowing that fact, he smirked evilly deep inside him he wanted to find her weakness and poke at it. Gathering his courage he grabbed Gumshoe and walked towards Von Karma, using Gumshoe as his shield.

"Why Franziska von karma, what a pleasure to see you."

"GET AWAY"

Franziska said through her gritted teeth as she flicked her wrist her whip came down protectively warning them to get away. Phoenix who was curious followed behind Miles as Gumshoe remained their shield.

Poor Gumshoe, howling at each crack of the whip. Once they were at a closer distance, Miles gripped Phoenix and before Phoenix could swear, Miles threw him at Franziska with his full force. Amazingly Phoenix collapsed onto the floor but not before dragging Franziska down with him.

Her cap fell off and her coat opened, to her horror. But Gumshoe who was swatted badly could not believe his eyes, maybe it was his delusion. Miles's expected a hickey or somewhat, but this... This was... Unbelievable.

Phoenix was stirring, he touched his bruised head as he peeled an eye open. His vision maybe blurry but he could see a light blue coloured hair, lovely eyes and cheeks which looked flushed red. He also noticed something else, he rubbed his eyes to get a clearer view of the top of her head.

"...! You... you..."

Franziska tried to wriggle free from underneath Phoenix's grip, her face was flushing red. For 3 reasons. One, Phoenix Wright, her arch nemesis is on top of her and in a very close range to her face. Two, Miles and Gumshoe now also could see what she tried so hard to hide. Three, they were her co-workers and worse, they were her usual taunted victims.

"Get off me!"

She screeched, all Phoenix Wright could register was...

"There... there are cat like ears on Ms von Karma's head..."