This was going to be the end of this fanfiction, but I had too many ideas running through my head for this, as you will see! **Spoilers for 1-4 and 2-4***

Phoenix tucked Pearls in and said good night to Maya who was asleep again as soon as her head hit the pillow. He pushed aside her hair and gave her a light kiss on the forehead, thankful to have his friend back with him.

He sighed as he walked out of the room and sank into one of the plush chairs and turned on the TV. Matt Engarde's face flashed across the screen and he winced. He never wanted to see that face again, but he had the feeling that that wasn't going to be possible for a while. He spotted the two papers the man at the front desk had handed to him on the table in the dinette. He groaned. He had forgotten to read the message, but he didn't want to get out of the comfy chair. His and Edgeworths images flashed across the screen along with the works "Dynamic Duo". Then it faded into Shelly De Killer's image. Phoenix shuddered, thinking about De Killers assumptions of Phoenix ever needing his services. A split screen of Engarde and De Killer prompted him to turn off the TV and walk over to the table.

Mr. Phoenix Wright,
Thank you for your enlightening "defense" of Engarde today. You have opened my eyes to the world and the ugly people like me in it. I am taking a hiatus and leaving the country to think over my occupation. I made this reservation to show that I am sorry for kidnapping your friend and to thank you for opening my eyes to the truth.

De Killer

Phoenix took in a sharp breath. That word again. The Truth. He wasn't sure how to take all of this ... saving. First Miles earlier and now De Killer. His emotions were starting to get the best of him. Who was going to save Phoenix Wright? A shrill ring broke into his thoughts as he tried to get his bearings. The phone was on the table beside the chair he was sitting at. Saved by the bell, he thought as he ran over to get it before it woke the girls.

"H-Hello?" He realized he was shaking and sat down.

"Wright? Are you okay? You sound shaken up?" Miles Edgeworth's voice carried a tone that Phoenix didn't recognize, concern.

"I-I Yeah I'm fine. Just watching the news and saw something I didn't want to." He shook his head trying to calm himself. Was Miles his Savior, even after he walked out on Phoenix?

"Well, I am coming to see you. I have something to give you and to talk to you about. You are in the penthouse suite, correct?" Miles asked.

"Um, yeah. Wait...how did you know?"

"I couldn't believe it when Gumshoe told me so I had to come and see for myself."

Miles Edgeworth explained after he shrugged out of his rain coat. Wright noted that his silly cravat was crooked and whether it was stress or fatigue that made him do what he did next he'll never know. He reached over to straighten the lacy thing and Edgeworth froze for a second. Having Wrights hands so close to his throat was a little disconcerting. He brushed his hands away and took it off. Phoenix blushed and held a doggish expression.

"Listen, I am sorry for that. I-I... we are both tired." Edgeworth laid a hand on Wrights shoulder and paused. It took him a minute to notice that he wasn't wearing his jacket and his sleeves were rolled up and tie loosened. He looked downright comfortable and sexy? Miles shook his head. There was no room for those thoughts.

Phoenix looked at the hand out of the corner of his eye. He found the gesture a little out of place for Edgeworth, but he also found it comforting. He saw that Miles was struggling with something internally and decided to break the tension.

"Umm...Let me get us a drink." Wright started to walk towards the bar but Edgeworth stopped him.

"Let me. I want to see what this place looks like, do you mind?" Edgeworth gestured towards the lamp as Wright peeked towards the girls door. Edgeworth looked in the direction of the door and started over there instead. Wright turned the lamp on and walked over to peer over Edgeworths shoulder.

"I .. uh ... I'm glad I could help get Maya back. Shes a good person and did not deserve that." Edgeworth stuttered as he closed the door softly.

"Yes, thank you very much. I appreciate your help."

"You are welcome. Oh and here is your cell phone. That ring tone is annoying. You need a new one. You need a new cell phone all together." Phoenix took the phone and started to thank Miles again but he interrupted.

"Anyway, I will check out the mini-bar. Heaven knows we both deserve a drink." Edgeworth headed to the bar and opened the door to the wine chiller. Not finding what he was looking for, he closed the door and turned to the cabinet under the dinette. Wright padded his way over and spied the DeKiller message. He snatched it and stuffed it into his pocket. He wasn't sure what Edgeworth would think of him if he found out this place was paid for by that man. He sat on the stool and rested his head in his hands.

Edgeworth suddenly popped up with a large bottle of fine Brandy and two glasses.

"They're not snifters but they'll have to do." He said as he wiped out the glasses.

Wright chuckled at him and thought about how his counterpart could change his demeanor in a split second. Maybe that was the Edgeworth charm; the secret behind getting his verdict anyway he could. He felt Edgeworths eyes on him and he looked up. The familiar smug look was in those gray eyes.

"So, Phoenix, tell me, how does it feel to be in the lap of luxury for an evening? This place is very posh, and very expensive!" Miles stated as he poured the dark liquid into the glasses. Phoenix blinked at the sound of his first name rolling smoothly off of Miles's tongue. He hadn't heard it since...

"Hhhmm... It feels ... nice." Phoenix said slowly. He took a sip of the Brandy feeling it burn down to his stomach. The De Killer note weighed heavily in his pocket.

Miles shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I would think even you would appreciate this comfort and refinery. I would be looking forward to sleeping in that giant bed!" He drank the contents of the glass and wiped the corners of his mouth with his finger tips. He sat the glass at the end of the table and bent down and rested his head in his hands, mocking Phoenix. He looked at him and saw that his face mirrored the internal struggle he was having earlier.

"Phoenix, talk to me. What is bothering you? I am here as a friend, nothing more. I have no ulterior motives, I want us to be friends again, if that is possible."

Phoenix let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and made the decision to show Edgeworth the message. He drank the rest of the Brandy and reached into his pocket.

"As I was signing for the key, the guy at the front desk handed me this. I thought you had paid for the room, otherwise I wouldn't have signed for it." He handed the paper to Miles and got up to walk into the living part of the room.

Miles was stunned and confused. He stood for a moment, contemplating the situation.

"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave. I would." Miles looked over at Phoenix's slumped shoulders and sighed. They were at a low point in their careers. But only Miles knew the struggle that Phoenix was going through, and he wasn't going to turn his back on his friend again. He crumpled the paper and threw it in the wastebasket.

"No, Phoenix. I am going to stay." He poured two more drinks and walked over to where Phoenix was standing. "Here drink this, you will feel better. Phoenix?"

Phoenix looked at him with wet, red eyes. "How... how did you do it? Day in and day out? How did you live with yourself, throwing lies and twisting evidence to get that all mighty guilty sentence? How?" He was pacing and gesturing as he spoke, his words getting louder with each question.

Miles was took a step back and set the glasses down.

"You still don't get it do you?" He said in a hushed tone to get his friend to calm down.
"I was taught by one of the, no, THE best prosecutor in the world techniques and dirty tricks to get what I wanted, in and out of the courtroom."

"Von Karma..." Phoenix sniffed and shook his head. "Dirty trickery."

"Yes, and he also taught me not think about what I was doing. He taught me a stillness that could cut down even the toughest client. He taught me how to be numb." Miles was standing in front of Phoenix as he started to point a finger at Miles. Miles grabbed his wrist and held fast. Wright gasped and tried to get free. "No, you are going to listen to me. Von Karma taught me how to be numb. That numbness went into all aspects of my life, and I realized that after you defended me on the stand a year ago. I couldn't get it out of my head that this man, you, who was my enemy for the longest time would want to defend me, when all I did was throw hate and lies at him. I finally realized that it all stemmed from our childhood and that day that I defended you. You still cared enough to see that I was innocent and would do anything to get that innocence declared. But above all else, you were determined to seek the truth behind it all. You were willing to listen to me and accept me for my weaknesses. That is what it means to be a Lawyer and a true friend." Phoenix stared at Miles. There was no coldness in his usually dark steely eyes. In its place were warm gray eyes that betrayed Miles sadness.

Phoenix sniffed and wiped his eyes. He sat and took a drink. Miles sat beside him and put an arm around him. Phoenix stiffened a little. He wasn't used to this side of Miles and wasn't sure how to react.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I ... Miles I'm not sure how to feel right now. I've never felt so confused and at the end of my rope. And with you showing ... kindness, makes me even more confused." He put his head in his hands.

Miles took a deep breath.

"Phoenix, you broke me. You made me feel something that I hadn't felt since the day I defended you in that classroom; you made me feel ... gratitude. It was foreign to me. I couldn't face anyone, not even you. I felt I had let everyone down and I couldn't forgive myself for all of my previous actions. I had been saved ... and by a man I called my enemy. That is why I left. That is why I wrote that note that day. A part of me had died. I left to find myself again."

"You were still selfish, still thinking of yourself." Phoenix stood up suddenly. "A part of me died that day too! I felt so betrayed the day you left. I was a wreck. I couldn't understand why you turned your back on everything you had said and done. I decided that day that part of you had died as well. That is why I am struggling with all of this. Having you back is so confusing, and having you here, talking to you... I – I just I..." Phoenix couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He turned around in shame. Miles shook his head and tried to choke back his tears. He had never done this before, but he wanted to be there for his friend. He walked over to Phoenix and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. He wasn't expecting the reaction he got. Phoenix turned to face him and wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his head on his shoulder. Miles rested his head against Phoenix's and let him cry on his shoulder.