Disclaimer: I do not own the Ace Attorney series (oh, the things that I could do if I did!) but I do own Kerstin.

A/N: My first chapter sucked big time. Hopefully this one will be better. HOPEFULLY. And I also gave the Gavins backstory!

Rain.

Kerstin had never really thought how comforting it could be, but as she stepped into it without putting an umbrella or hood up, she realized it. It helped wash your fears and worries away, and it helped make you feel like a little child again. Though Kerstin had no idea what the feeling was since she was eleven…

"Mutter? Vater? Where are you?" Kerstin called as she looked around the Gavin mansion. Well, it wasn't a mansion, per se; it was just that when the Gavins first moved in when Kerstin was five, she ran to each room squealing "It's a mansion! It's a mansion!" because it was bigger than their old house. Kristoph and Klavier were helping too, though at the time they were grumbling because they thought Kerstin had encouraged Mutter and Vater to play hide-and-seek, and Kerstin was playing some practical joke on her brothers. However, after ten minutes, they started to get impatient.

"Kerstin Eva Gavin," Kristoph said in a soft voice that usually signified back then that he was about to lose it. "I've had it up to here with your silly games. Now tell me, where is Mutter and Vater?"

"I don't know, Krissi!" Kerstin gasped, taking high sharp breathes that signaled she was about to cry. "I don't! I was at the park with Heidi and now I can't find them! It isn't a joke! You believe me, don't you, Klavi?" Klavier shook his head.

"Sorry, Kerstin, but how do we know that you didn't plan this before you went to the park with Heidi?" Kerstin's face fell, but then a bright look twinkled in her eyes.

"How stupid are we? We didn't check in their bedroom!" Kerstin exclaimed and then sprinted up the stairs. She was always faster than her brothers, even though at fifteen and twenty-two they should've technically been faster than her. As such, she reached Mutter and Vater's bedroom long before they did. And she was the one that let out the piercing cry when she opened the door.

Kristoph got there next. "Kerstin? What on…" his voice trailed off as he sees the scene in front of him, and pulls Kerstin close so she doesn't have to see what happened to her parents…

"No," Kerstin told herself. "No. I swore that I would forget that day. And I will forget it." Kerstin pulled her fat rope of hair off her neck, and sighed. She had promised to forget that day-during the daytime at least. But the minute night came…Damn. She was on that topic again. She was about to look at the sky and curse at the Lord-mentally of course-why the hell he was punishing her like this. But then she heard the shouts.

"Kerstin, don't go anywhere!" That was yelled out in German, and Kerstin knew-it was blatantly obvious-that it was Klavier.

"Miss *pant* Gavin! Stay *huff* there!" Well. Herr Forehead was a bit out of shape. But then again, Klavier's office was on the twelfth floor.

"Hey, fop's sister! Whatever you do, don't move!" Well, being called a 'fop's sister' was certainly new, but still, why the hell did they not want her to move? Rolling her eyes, she turned around.

"I hope turning around doesn't count as moving," she said sarcastically. "Or if it does, then screw you. I did it, and you can't change it." Looks like I just turned on my 'bitch switch',Kerstin thought.

When they finally reached her, it didn't take an idiot to tell that she had pissed Klavier off. "Do you honestly have to act like such a bitch?" he hissed in German. Kerstin shrugged.

"Yes. I do. 'Cos you pissed me off," she replied, undoing her stupid hair. It fell to her shoulders, and she waited for what they had to say. And waited. And waited. They just shuffled around and looked at each other.

"For fuck's sake," Kerstin exploded finally (A/N: In English). "Are you guys just gonna stand there and look at each other. You wanted me to not move, and I damn near followed your directions, and now you're just standing there? Tell me what the hell is up!"

"Well," said the woman who called her a 'fop's sister'. "Your psychopathic older brother just escaped from Solitary while it was storming an hour ago, he's on the loose, and we have no idea where the hell he is. Also, I've run low on Snackoos." What the hell are Snackoos?

"Are the police in this country really that incompetent, to only care about some snacky thing, or to not guess where a convicted murderer might go?" Kerstin asked, and then turned back around. "Walk with me." She was certain that the other three would be glancing at each other (again), but she heard scurrying footsteps, and they caught up, Klavier on one side, Herr Forehead and the police women on the other.

"So," Kerstin started, "Fraulein Officer, you have no idea WHERE my psychopathic brother could've gone, ja? Though hang on. How the hell did he escape?" Fraulein Office curled her lip before replying.

"First of all, I have a name. It's Ema Skye, and I don't like to be called 'Fraulein', whatever that means," Ema responded. "Second, we put this incompetent fool called Mike Meekins back on the force, and he was supposed to be guarding his cell. Unfortunately, the idiot fell asleep."

"Ach. Fraulein Detective, you do not let incompetent workers back on the force," Klavier said with a joking lilt to his voice. Kerstin slapped him upside the head. "OW!"

"Don't make the poor Fraulein and her workplace feel worse than she already feels," Kerstin hissed in his ear. She turned back to the conversation. "So, you have no leads to where he could've gone?"

"Perhaps," said a silky voice, "he would like to be referred to by name, and he could perhaps be standing right behind you."

A/N: All right, was that better than the first chapter? Please say it was. Anyway, I do not want people acting like a jerk to my story, so nice/constructive criticism only. Thank you!