Here's another chapter, it's not as long as the previous two but I had to end it at that particular point because of where the story is leading. A massive thank you to AceFangirl for reviewing the fic, very muchly appreciated!

Chapter 2

[January 18th, 10.11am

Rosecroft Avenue, Laron Greens House]

Rosecroft Avenue was a quaint little street, each house painted white with well tended gardens stretched out in front of them. Edgeworth wondered how a thief managed to afford a life in one of these houses. As Gumshoe drove (Edgeworth didn't trust the detective in his own shiny car, so they took Gumshoes patrol car instead) down the street Edgeworth re-read Greens files. He glanced at the last known address stated on the paper and stared out of the window looking for their destination. After a few moments of looking, Edgeworth finally saw what he was waiting for.

"Gumshoe, stop..."

Gumshoe obediently put his foot on the break and brought the car to a standstill. Both men looked at each other and nodded, getting out of the car Edgeworth took in his surroundings. The house they were about to visit wasn't exactly like the others. The garden for this house was unkempt and over run with wild flowers.

"Imagine what it must be like to live here..." Gumshoe said to himself, his facial expression downcast.

"I guess you'll never know," Edgeworth responded with no further words between them. Edgeworth walked down the small cobbled path that lead to the front door with Gumshoe directly behind him. They knocked on the door and waited for a response. Edgeworth hadn't really expected anything less if he was being completely honest.

"Maybe he's hiding?" Gumshoe said and before Edgeworth could say anything a voice called out from behind them. They spun round to come face to face with an elderly man.

"You'll get no answer," He said pointing at the door. Edgeworth frowned.

"Come again?"

"I said you'll get no answer. Not seen them for days, weeks maybe..." The old man replied.

"Who exactly is 'them'?" Edgeworth enquired.

"Natalya Green and her loser son, Laron. Natalya's nice enough but she ain't been around for a while. Him though, a real piece of work if you ask me. Petty thief you know?"

"Can you tell me more about Laron?" Edgeworth asked.

"Well, he recently came out of prison, he's a well known thief and he's always getting in to trouble of some sort," The old man told them. Nothing they didn't already know already.

"Have you seen him recently, pal?" Gumshoe asked. The old man suddenly looked panicked and started to back away from them.

"Wait a gosh darn minute! Who are you and why you wanna know?"

"I beg your pardon?" Edgeworth said, a little bewildered by the sudden change in the old man.

"I don't want to get involved in what ever he's been doing! I know nothing! I swear!"

"You misunderstand our intentions, I am Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth and this here is Detective Gumshoe. We're investigating Mr Greens whereabouts," Edgeworth reassured the old man.

"Edgeworth is it? I've heard about you. Alright. I'll level with ya,"

"Tell us all you know, Mr..?"

"Olsson. Alan Olsson,"

"Okay, Mr Olsson. What do you know about Mr Greens whereabouts?" Edgeworth asked. Olsson furrowed his brow and started to give them information.

"Well, as you're already aware Green is a thief. A no good, dirty thief. It started out with small things, you know? Like shop lifting but then it became bank robberies and so on so forth. But then one day he meets someone, someone who has power. They blackmailed him, he was 'forced' to commit his last robbery-"

"This has nothing to do with his whereabouts, sir," Gumshoe mumbled to Edgeworth, who shot a quick look at Olsson.

"I'm getting to it! Anyway, he served his sentence and got out three months ago. His time in prison was over, however his ties with this person were not. You want to know where he is? Well, he's gone in to hiding, that would be my guess,"

"And you haven't seen him?" Edgeworth asked. Olsson shook his head.

"Nope, nor Natalya. Haven't seen her for at least two or three weeks,"

"Thank you Mr Olsson for your time," Edgeworth said with a curt nod, "Gumshoe, let's go,"

They bid farewell to Olsson and headed back to Gumshoes car. A few parts of Olssons information had Edgeworth interested.

"Sir what do we do now? If Greens not been here and this was our only lead we're kind of stuck," Gumshoe said feeling a little lost. Edgeworth shook his had and wagged his finger in an all too knowing manner.

"We learn't quite a bit from Mr Olsson,"

"We did sir?"'

"Yes, we now know that someone else pulls his strings. Also that he is possibly and probably still in contact with this 'powerful' person,"

"Wow, sir! You got all that? I just got that he was a thief and Olsson didn't like him very much,"

"Quite," Edgeworth said smirking, "Our next step is to look in to Greens robberies and to try to track him down. He's our only lead at the moment. I shall be sending a team in to the Green house, there may be some clues there. For now we need to head to the Criminal Affairs Department. Let's continue our search there shall we?"

[January 18th, 6.05pm,

Location: Unknown]

The room was dark and dank, the lighting flickered and a cold draft crept from under the closed door. Two men sat around a small round table, each had a small glass of ale in their hands. If anyone was to see these two together they would merely think that it was a casual meeting between two friends. However, this was not a casual meeting, this was far more sinister than that. Draining the last drop of ale from his glass one of the men eyed the other, he waited a few moments before speaking.

"He actually did it then?" His counter part took a deep breath and nodded. The first man let out a low whistle.

"Never thought he had it in him, can't believe Green actually took out the prosecutor!"

"Yes, well, the boss man aint chuffed. He got the wrong one," The second man said with a sneer.

"The wrong one?"

"Yup. Turns out the prosecutor he killed was some old geezer. Swapped offices or something,"

"So the targets still alive?" The second man nodded in response to this question.

"Well, he can kiss his ass goodbye to this year, huh?"

"Don't worry, it's being taken care of,"

The two men chuckled and filled their glasses once more. Soon it would be time for more instructions from their boss, for now all they could do is sit and wait.