Fyras14: Sorry for the delay, guys! I was in a mood in the morning, so I barely finished this chapter after 1. Hope you enjoy this chapter...although maybe I over did it with the conversations, but that's fine I think...this story, unlike the last one, won't have a trial, and Apollo will be only the evidence boy, putting the pieces of a crime together out of a courtroom...(please dont kill me!)

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Chapter 2: An OG Cracker

"…what is this thing…exactly?"

"…is it even edible, Polly?"

"…I don't know…it looks like food but--"

"HEY, G! Are you and shorty going to give the muffin a bite or not!?" Wocky Kitaki looked back at the two; a lawyer and a young magician, as they held in their hands what it seemed to be a worn out muffin…with something red sticking out of it…from many, many holes.

Apollo Justice and Trucy Wright glanced at each other, and then, back at the mysterious muffin they had been holding for a while. Since the Kitakis had opened a Pastry Shop, Trucy had insisted that she and Apollo go and check it out, and it was because of her that they were stuck, looking at a weird muffin that they had been given to by Wocky, one of Apollo's old clients. Both glanced at each other again, and shrugged; it was free, so might as well. Trucy was the first to bite down the strange muffin, some of the red thing touching her white gloves. She was followed by Apollo, who did the same. Wocky watched them both, grinning from ear to ear as he saw them munch away the odd material. After a couple of seconds, they gulped the thing down.

"So," Wocky started, crossing both arms across his chest and grinning. "what ya think of me OG Cracker?" Trucy almost jumped.

"It was yummy!! Strawberry flavored, too!!" Apollo nodded alongside her, taking another bite from the 'OG Cracker' of Wocky's.

"Pretty good, although its appearance could improve….a little, but that's just me…"

"Yeah, it looked a little weird to me, Wocky…" Wocky's grin disappeared, replaced by a rather funny frown.

"Pfft…everyone's a critic…mom said I should improve the appearance, but!" He raised both fists, and then put on his most gangster like face. "IT IS UNIQUE!! ONE OF A KIND!! THE OG CRACKER SHALL NEVER DIE!!" Both the lawyer and magician grinned.

"Never let go of that, Wocky! That's what makes a true professional!" Trucy told him, eating what was left of the muffin whole. "And this hasn't stopped tasting good since the first bite!"

"Thanks, Shorty! You too, G…although it was a surprise to see you guys here, of all places." Apollo finished the muffin and got off from the bench he was sitting. That's right…we just didn't come by to taste…muffins.

"We actually came to see how you were doing," Apollo explained, Trucy nodded.

"Yeah. Daddy told us that you had just recently had that bullet removed! How are you feeling?" Wocky smiled.

"Fine as a horse, maybe better!" he told them, then, added with a smirk, "wanna see the scar?" Apollo raised both hands.

"That won't be necessary,"

"Too bad. It was a pretty good scar, too. That doctor Stiles guy sure turned out as good as Mr. Wright said he would." Trucy titled her head in confusion.

"Daddy said?" she asked him. Wocky nodded, returning that fox like grin to his face.

"Yeah! When he heard from ya that I needed a doctor, he immediately told the old man of mine where to find him…that Stiles doctor removed the bullet and got me clean, for real! I can barely keep count of all the 'thank you' s Big Wins has been sending to your old man, Shorty, and that doctor." The magician put a gloved hand on her chin, and then looked at Apollo.

"I didn't know that Daddy had another doctor," she told him. Apollo raised an eyebrow at her, confused.

"Another doctor?"

"Yeah, Polly! Don't you remember when I felt a bit sick just a couple of days ago, and Daddy called that Dr. Othello?" Apollo frowned and nodded. Before taking Vera Misham's trial, Mr. Wright's daughter, Trucy had fallen ill. Apollo had heard stories of the legendary Mark Othello, he was a good doctor and surgeon and had been one of Phoenix Wright's friends as well. According to a story that Phoenix had told him, and Trucy(well at the time she was bored and that's why Apollo got to hear it, whether he wanted to or not) of how Dr. Othello saved his life, once, with the help of another doctor. Maybe it was because of Othello that Mr. Wright got contact with this Stiles person, and Wocky was saved.

"…yeah…that's probably how your father found out about this…Dr. Stiles, maybe." Wocky opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a fourth voice.

"HEY! You guys!!" Everyone turned to look at Detective Ema Skye walking towards them. She wasn't in the normal lab coat and clothes she'll usually wear in work(and surprisingly she didn't carry her bag of equipment nor her Snackoos in hand, not like Apollo wanted her, too). The detective wore casual blue jeans and a pink shirt, her glasses missing from her head. To Apollo and pretty much everyone else, she seemed like a different person.

"Ema, hi!" Ema walked up to the trio, and gave them a cheerful smile.

"How's it going, you two?" she asked them, keeping that smile in place. She seems…so happy, Apollo thought as she and Trucy exchanged a few words. …maybe being away from Prosecutor Gavin is enough to make her smile. Hehehe…she'll be the only one then.

"So, you're on vacation?" Trucy asked Ema, interrupting Apollo's thoughts.

"Yes…I had asked for them a while now, and since the precinct isn't as busy as it should be, the boss gave them to me."

"How long?" Apollo asked, Maybe I should start asking from some time off back at the Agency, too.

"A week…and since my sister is visiting, I decided to spend some time with her, too."

"Ah, I see," Apollo told her, wondering if Ema mentioned any sister before. "so…what brings you here?"

"I hear that there's a pastry shop nearby…Lana, my sister, says that they sell pretty good muffins in there. I wanted to buy some," Wocky gave her a grin.

"Well, you're just in the right place, officer!" he cried, and then pointed behind him. "Just around the corner there, its my place, and where the best snacks are sold in this town! The Kitaki Family Pastry Shop!!"

"Are you sure?" Ema asked him, tilting her head at him. "Last time I checked, that was a yakuza compound."

"…eh…that, too…but, here! Taste a sample from our shop! Here!" From his jacket's pocket, he took out a neatly bagged OG Cracker, which he tossed to Ema. The detective caught it, and gave a small thank you to Wocky, before opening it. Once she opened it, she looked at it, confused.

"What's this?"

"Well…I guess the scientific term for that…is muffin." Apollo told her, smiling.

"But its pretty good, Ema!!" Trucy chimed in. Behind her, Wocky was nodding like mad.

"Yeah, OG Cracker is the best in town!! Try it! Try it!!"

"Fine, then. If I get food poisoned I'm arresting you, again." The trio laughed nervously, Wocky obviously remembering that it was Ema that had arrested him some time ago after the murder of a no good doctor. She gave the muffin a bite. "MUNCH….MUNCH…." She gulped it down. "Well, this ain't half bad, although its appearance is a bit unorthodox." Wocky grinned, grabbing a bit of his hair.

"That's the best of the best! OG CRACKER IN THE HOUSE!!"

"But…isn't this a muffin?" the detective asked the Kitaki heir. Wocky's grinned disappeared, replaced by a sheepish look.

"…the name didn't fit." Ema gave him a look and then smiled, eating what was left of the cracker.

"Well…I guess looks and names don't matter as long at tastes good…I might be taking some of this…OG Crackers, home to munch them down with some coffee."

"REALLY!? GREAT THINKING, OFFICER!! COME QUICKLY THEN!!" Wocky led the other three out of the park towards, his home. They could barely make out Winfred "Big Wins" Kitaki behind a small stand, the many people in front of him.

"The business seems going well, Wocky," Apollo told him.

"Yeah, the old man sets the stand one day, and puff! People coming left and right, just to taste the Kitaki Family Snacks!" Trucy tugged Apollo's arm.

"We should buy some Kitaki Snacks, too, Polly!"

"You have money?"

"No, but you do!" Apollo sighed, making Ema grin as she walked behind them. Before the detective could say anything, however, a sound was heard. Everyone stopped in there tracks, and looked back as Ema took out a small pink colored cell phone from her pocket. She looked at the caller ID and grumbled.

"…great," she grumbled, turning from happy to annoyed an instant later. "No one can take a vacation without that glimmerous fop around…and with a phone around no less!!" She answered it, and turned her back on the three others nearby.

"Prosecutor Gavin, right, Polly?" Trucy asked him in a whisper. Apollo shrugged, putting both arms across his chest.

"…tell me of another guy she would call glimmerous fop, and you probably'll be wrong…"

Ema put the phone on her ear, and sighed, listening the all familiar voice of Klavier Gavin, with music at the background. "Hello, Fraulein Detective, how are you doing today?"

"I was fine before you called," Ema told him, gritting her teeth angrily.

"Ah, Fraulein Detective, no need to be so harsh, now! Well…I suppose I should leave the greetings and dinner for later and get straight back to business, ja?"

"Please do," Ema responded, harshly. "or else I will be forced to hang up…and maybe if the mood allows, throw the phone to the nearest river."

"I hope that won't be necessary, then!" Klavier told her, laughing on the other end.

"I'm close to water right now."

"Okay, okay, you win, detective. Back to business. Do you recall a couple of months ago, with that GUILT case?" Ema raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on her waist.

"…yeah, that was two months ago...the black market seller that had began to sell GUILT samples, who knows were he got them, to terrorists. Over twenty people died because of that, but…why suddenly bring it up, Gavin? Have you found a suspect?"

"That's were the bad part comes in, Fraulein…you see, the man responsible for selling the GUILT used those people to…how do you Americans say it…sample the virus?"

"…."

"Well, the man responsible used a computer to change certain medicines, and then, replaced does medicines with GUILT and before they knew it, they were infected and dead."

"…I know all that…what's the bad part?"

"Well…the bad part…is that the suspect is…Dr. Derek Stiles, the fame surgeon that cured the world of GUILT…"

"WHAT!?" Behind her, the three almost jumped in surprise of Ema's outburst, and they weren't the only ones.

"OW! Fraulein there's no need to shout!! That's what the police thinks!" Ema took a deep breath, before whispering on the phone.

"What evidence have they got to go on with their suspicion?"

"I'm not quite sure…I was just told this afternoon…"

"…damn…well, then, Klavier, I'll see you in the precinct, I'm going right away!"

"Ah, of course, Fraulein…but before you do can we talk about di--" CLICK! Ema turned towards the other three, and gave them a sad smile.

"Sorry, guys, I gotta go. Duty calling."

"But, you're on vacation, Ema!" Trucy called, but Ema shrug it off.

"This is quite important to put off for later."

"Is it bad?" Apollo asked her, and Ema gave him a nod.

"More than you think." And she was off.