AN: Well, after a depressing prologue we are going to have something a little more... upbeat. We get to see some more characters in this chapter and the stage is set for the new case. Enjoy!

Apollo was currently sitting at his desk filling out paper work. It had been about two months since his first trial and he had yet to have a second. He wasn't asking for some front page headliner, he would settle for armed robbery, domestic violence, petty theft, whatever really. Sometimes he wondered why he was even wearing a badge when all he ever did was write or type till his hand cramped up.

Like right now. At this moment in time he was filling out paper work for a case James Johnson, another attorney working under Gavin, had acted as the defense attorney in. He felt like a paid intern. The man had two working hands, let him do it.

Suddenly someone dropped something on his desk. Apollo looked up to see James crossing his arms. He seemed to be glaring at him, but it was hard to tell through the glasses he wore.

Well speak of the devil.

"Mr. Gavin has a new case for you." The red attorney opened the folder enthusiastically. "It's a murder case, but don't be expecting some high profile clientele. The guy's a drunk, and let me tell you, dealing with an alcoholic is not an enjoyable experience. Nobody else wanted to take the case so you're stuck with it."

The more Apollo read through the file the more his brow furrowed. It seemed that the client, Samuel Faryad, really had killed the victim. It also was unsettling how many similarities this case had with his first case. Both victims were hit in the head with a bottle, both of the defendants had never met the victim before the night it occurred, and both suspects had evidence stacked against them. Okay, well apparently the last one was a pretty common occurrence according to Mr. Gavin.

"Are you going to see Mr. Gavin now or just sit there?" James adjusted his tan suit jacket sleeve so that he could look at his watch. Apollo hated how he acted so superior to everyone. Sometimes he wanted to say, 'Hey, just because you're getting old doesn't mean that you're getting any better at what you do.' Actually, he kind of reminded him of Winston Payne.

"I'm going. He's in his office, right?" James nodded. Apollo grabbed the manila folder and went over to the wooden door which led to his boss's office. He knocked on the door and then stuck his head into the room.

"Ah, good afternoon Justice." Kristoph motioned for him to come in.

"I got the case." He held up the paper. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

"Why wouldn't I? It would be a terrible loss to the law community if I let that one loss keep me from assigning you any cases." Apollo turned his gaze to the floor. "Or if you let it get to you."

Apollo tucked away the look of sadness. He couldn't show how disappointed he still was. It happened two months ago, he needed to move on. "Understood sir. Anyways, I was wondering when you want me to be in the Defendant's Lobby?"

Kristoph gave a small chuckle. "You can't get rid of me that easily. We have to investigate the crime scene."

"Isn't that the police's job?" Apollo must've said something really dumb because Kristoph simply shook his head.

"If the police's investigation was thorough our client would be guilty. It is also nice to look at the scene of the crime and evidence before the trial date. The reason we couldn't do it last time was because we received the request it was already late at night and the trial was the next morning."

"Um, so when should we leave Mr. Gavin?"

"How about now?"

Miles Edgeworth walked into the visiting room in the prison. The guards didn't even ask for an ID. Though he had only recently become Chief Prosecutor, he had already made quite a name for himself. With numerous skilled attorneys in the prosecutor office he trusted to find the truth he knew he did not have to babysit everyone.

On a much more ominous note many other prosecutors under him were forging evidence. Furthermore he had two criminals accepting cases. One was the 'Twisted Samurai' who had been convicted for a grisly murder and the other was the newly released from prison, Lana Skye. The icing on the figurative cake was that he was now the care taker of the daughter of two condemned murderers. Edgeworth could already hear the rumors spreading, but he could not care less what they were saying.

Miles sat down at one end of a table. Soon the individual whom he was waiting for entered the room accompanied with two stoic looking guards on either side of him. He was handcuffed to the table and the sentries went to stand by the door.

The man smiled. He had stubble on his chin that never seemed to grow longer and had somewhat spikey hair with a small strand hanging in front of his face. Edgeworth had never seen him wearing orange before, and now he knew why. He was no expert in fashion, but he could tell that the color looked terrible on him.

"Edgeworth, it's nice to have someone to talk to. You know, besides the prison psychiatrist."

"You are a 'dangerous criminal' after all; it is required of you to go through psychological therapy."

Phoenix's smile faded at the thought of what other people thought of him. Oh, don't get him wrong, he knew his childhood friend was joking, but it just reminded him of the image he had gained himself. "So, how is Trucy doing?"

"She's holding up. Obviously I couldn't bring her with me today since she has classes."

"Thank you for taking care of her… I don't know what I would've done if you didn't take her in." The two men sat in silence for a few minutes. "How's that new prosecutor working out?"

Edgeworth looked to the side and smiled a bit. "I believe she'll be interested in the first case I'm assigning her."

"She'll be taking her first case by herself?"

"No, she'll be receiving a co-council. Does the name Lana Skye ring a bell?" Phoenix nodded. How could he forget? She was one of his more notable defendants. "I believe the two of them could help each other out immensely. Lana, teaching what cannot be taught with books and Anya… some of the more unconventional methods she brings to the table. I'm sorry I have to cut this little get-together short, but I have a meeting."

"I trust I'll be seeing you soon, Edgeworth." The prosecutor got up from his chair and exited the building. He got in his sport's car and drove back to his office. He walked up the twelve flights of stair to his office. Some things just never changed.

When he opened the door to room 1202 and was surprised to see long brown hair. The figure turned her head and she gave a small smile.

"Skye," The Chief Prosecutor said hiding the bit of shock over the woman already sitting in one of his office's chairs. "Don't you know that trespassing is a crime?"

"Of course, but leaving the door unlocked was probably not a wise move." Edgeworth went and sat down behind his desk. At that moment a knock was heard on the door.

"There she is. Come in."

A woman in her twenties entered. She had long black hair that wasn't in any particular style and piercing green eyes. She almost reminded him of Kay Faraday, in terms of physical appearance. She wore a black pencil skirt and a dark purple frilly top. She smoothed the skirt down and sat in the chair next to Lana.

"I believe you two have already met, correct?" Edgeworth asked. Both nodded. "Good, now to cut to the chase, I am pairing you two up as mentor and mentee."

Anya objected. "Edgeworth, I don't think this is really necessary. Ms. Skye and I could tackle more cases if we worked separate from each other."

"Who said I cared about how many cases we take on and how quick? All I care about is that the correct verdict is passed, and teaming you two up will ensure that. Eventually Anya, you will take cases on your own."

Both women sat there silently. Neither of them really knew each other personally. Anya knew all about the SL-9 incident and Lana's involvement in the events that occurred afterwards, and Lana knew all about Anya's situation, courtesy of Edgeworth pulling her aside and explaining it. Normally the older Skye would have said no to the whole arrangement, but how could she after she had heard about why the girl was even here?

"So, when will the first case be?" Lana asked.

"Does now sound good?" He slid a file folder across the desk. "It's a pretty simple one for a first case." Both females skimmed over the contents of the folder.

"The defense attorney will be someone from Gavin Law Offices?" Anya asked as she raised one eyebrow. The slightest smile played on her lips.

"Yes, you probably won't know who exactly until you investigate the crime scene."

"Then why don't we get going Ms. Skye?" Anya asked as she shut the file and put it under her arm.

"Of course." The duo left the office without another word. Edgeworth smirked a bit.

Those two are acting so formal around each other right now. However, they will make an outstanding pair, especially when they warm up to each other. I know what Anya is fighting for, and while I don't necessarily approve, I know she won't let it cloud her sense of justice… And if she does, Lana will set her straight.