Trucy, with much nagging and slight persuasion, dragged her sibling to a local cafe. She hadn't exactly explained to him what she needed him for, but she promised to tell him as soon as they had found a place to discuss matters. And here they were, sitting across from each other in a booth, staring in awkward silence. Apollo shifted uncomfortably.

He sighed, leaning forward. With his horn-like hairs drooping over his forehead, he made the move to ask her, "Alright, Trucy. Why did you bring me here?"

Trucy beamed at the question. Sitting up straight, she tipped her top hat him. "Well, Polly," she informed him, folding her gloved hands on the table in front of her, "I needed help. So I decided to bring you along!"

"Help with what exactly?" He inquired, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

Trucy laughed. "I need to find someone. They're very important, and I can't do it without your help. Or else..."

Apollo waited for her to finish her sentence. "...'Or else?'"

Trucy hesitated. She debated on whether or not to tell Apollo straight, or go lightly about it. He didn't need to know the whole truth, did he? She shrugged. "Or else, um... Daddy won't be the same."

Okay, that wasn't the truth, but it also wasn't exactly false. Apollo's bracelet didn't pick up any lies either. Trucy grinned to herself. The look on Apollo's face suggested he was completely lost and confused. It made her giggle. She hit the rim of her hat with her thumb and stuck out her tongue in a bit of embarrassment. This was going nowhere.

"I am so lost," admitted Apollo, closing his eyes and placing a single finger to his forehead. "What does Mr. Wright have to do with this person you are searching for?"

This was easy to answer. Trucy tilted her head and smiled, leaning forward over the table.

"It's one of Daddy's friends!" she exclaimed.

Apollo's eyes opened immediately and he met Trucy's gaze. He was silent a moment.

"...Mr. Wright has friends?"

Trucy frowned. She reached out and smacked him on the forehead, causing him to jerk back in surprise. He grumbled, looking off to the side and rubbing the inflicted area. He deserved that. She decided not to press the matter.

"Anyway," she started, folding her arms under her chest and leaning back in the booth, "are you going to help or not?"

"I dunno," he replied, sighing. "I have a lot of work to do. Plus, I don't even know who you are searching for. You've practically left me in the dark about details."

"Oh! Oh yeah. Sorry about that, Polly. I only know his name and what he wears, assuming that he wears similar things now, in this current day."

"So it's a male friend. What's his name?"

She tapped her chin, trying to recall what Phoenix had said his name was. "Um. Miles... Something."

"Miles... Oh my God," Apollo's eyes went wide as he slammed the table with both hands and stood up in his seat. Trucy jumped, confused. She stared at him, waiting to see if he was going to explain himself. He didn't.

"Er... Polly?" she blinked, her brows knitted.

A blush crept across his cheeks and he straightened, still standing. Coughing into his hand, he avoided her eyes. "Um... You wouldn't happen to be talking about, uh, Miles Edgeworth, would you?" he discretely asked her, slowly replacing himself in the booth.

Trucy found a smirk spread across her lips. She raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. Why, Polly, you sound excited! Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

Apollo groaned, and he buried his face in the palms of his hands in embarrassment. Right then, Trucy started to laugh, and she didn't stop. Luckily for them, the cafe wasn't very busy today.

"Oh my gosh!" she added on through laughter. "You're a fanboy! That's great! No seriously, Polly. Maybe it'll help us find him faster. This is wonderful!" Trucy began to clap enthusiastically. Right then, she came up with a plan.

"Hold on," she said, suddenly serious. "Polly, you know what he looks like then? From head to toe? Maybe a little more?"

Apollo frowned. "Whoa, Trucy. Don't classify me as a creep. I only read up on the cases he does. But yeah, I know what he looks like. He'd be hard to miss."

Trucy grinned. "Excellent."

The siblings found themselves in the courthouse, Trucy beaming and Apollo sighing. The whole bus ride there, Apollo had to endear the young magician singing, "Daddy's going to be happy~!" the whole way and he couldn't take it. He was starting to think that agreeing to this was a bad idea. Even in this situation, his Chords of Steel really wouldn't be much of use. All he could do was be there and be tortured by the inevitable.

Trucy turned to him. "Polly, you think he will really be here?" Her wide grin made Apollo cringe.

He nodded slowly, still unsure himself. "What kind of prosecutor doesn't hang around the courthouse? Mr. Edgeworth is a busy man, or so I've heard."

"Who have you heard this from?" Trucy mused, rolling on the balls of her feet.

"Er," Apollo hesitated, wincing. He didn't want to admit who had told him, or where you received his information from. Trucy eyed him suspiciously.

"...It was Klavier, huh?" she added, smirking.

"As if!" Apollo retorted, his Chords of Steel activated. "Why would I want to talk to him about Mr. Edgeworth!?"

Trucy tapped her chin in thought. "...Oh my gosh, Polly. That's it! Klavier! Where is Klavier?"

"Out of town," mumbled Apollo, looking off to the side.

Trucy raised an eyebrow. "Really? Why?"

He hesitated. "Uh... I dunno. Out on some new case?"

"Oh come on, Polly. You're pathetic. I know he tells you everything. He probably texts you every day." She nudged him teasingly and he glared at her. Trucy laughed.

"A-Anyway! Enough about this. Klavier's useless. Let's just find Mr. Edgeworth already," Apollo demanded, annoyed. Trucy nodded in agreement.

Standing awkwardly in main hall, the two watched as countless defense lawyers and prosecutors filed in and out of the courthouse. Before long, they were sitting on a bench, tired and bored. They must have been there for an hour or two.

Apollo was the first to complain. "C'mon, Trucy. This is getting us no where. I don't think-"

"I'm not giving up!" she yelled over him, jumping up and stubbornly setting her fists on her hips. "And neither are you! Daddy really needs our help, Polly. Please stay with me through and through."

Apollo frowned when Trucy batted those puppy eyes at him. Sighing, he breathed out a small "fine" and stood up with her. Stretching, he took a look around once more.

"..He doesn't seem to be here, though," announced Apollo.

"Yeah," Trucy agreed. "You're right. You know any other places to look?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. I only know so much, Truce."

"...You think a guy like him would hang out at People Park?"

"Have you seen the way he dresses?"

Right then, they both let out a roar of laughter. Some lawyers stopped in their tracks to give them a quick look before continuing on their way. The siblings grinned at one another.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to look," added Apollo, hitting the rim of Trucy's hat down over her eyes teasingly.

"Hey!" she said in response to it, but then quickly got back onto the subject. "Yeah. Let's do that. I guess the courthouse is too stereotypical, huh?"

Apollo chuckled, shaking his head. "Just as bad as if I were searching for you at the Borscht Bowl."

"Ha ha. Funny," Trucy fake laughed, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, let's go Polly. We can't waste time!"

Nodding, the two made way toward the door. Engaged in a small animated conversation, they were more focused on each other's speeches rather than what was around them. In the corner of his eye, Apollo saw a flash of pink strut by him. He froze in the middle of his sentence, slowly turning his head in the direction the color went. His eyes widened.

"T-Trucy!" he yelled suddenly, glancing at her and pointing behind her.

She blinked in confusion and followed Apollo's sudden accusing finger. She gasped. "Polly, that's...!"

Turning back to her brother, she furrowed her brow and wore a confident expression. Though no words were spoken, he nodded at her, and the two swiftly made their way in the direction of the said person in pink.