I'm never going to get my reviews back... oh well. Love to my reviewers and lurkers. :)

My rabbit died a few days ago... but my concussion is doing better. People should not be allowed to play football in the pool.

I got two new fish: Bernard, a female Kenyi cichlid, and Franziska, a female golden guppy. How do I know the difference between a male and a female guppy?

A few days after I got her, Franziska had about thirty babies. What am I going to do with that many guppies?!

Ugh, I'm so tired. My friend and I pulled an all-nighter trying to get those stupid golden bugs on Twilight Princess. Then we beat Zant, after the game's best cutscene ever. Who knew that under the armor was a depressed ballerina freak? (I'm just joking, but whoever saw that scene knows what I'm talking about.)

Anyways, dinner calls, so enjoy!

Chapter 3

March 8

3:15 P.M.

Prosecutors' Office Hallway

Ema smiled happily, excited at the prospect of unlocking the truth once more.

"What's this TW-7 case?" Maya asked, drawing her attention to the thick folder bulging in Ema's arms.

"Oh, it's - aah!" The folder had been sliding its way to the floor, and had decided to make the leap of faith. A whirlwind of papers flew around the three companions before settling onto the floor.

"Aww, this is gonna take forever!" Ema whined. Maya patted her shoulder, while Pearl began to arrange the papers in proper order. Unfortunately, she was mixing them up even more.

"I'll do it. It's okay, Pearl," Ema said, bending over to pick up the papers.

Maya stared at them. 'I should probably be helping, huh?'

"Oh! Hey!" she cried, snapping her fingers. "Do you want to come to my birthday party on Saturday? It's going to be really, really fun!"

"Sure!" Ema cheerfully replied, happy to have made a new friend. "Um, think you could give me a hand?"

'Darn,' Maya thought. Apparently, changing the subject didn't work with Ema Skye.

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March 8

3:15 P.M.

High Prosecutor's Office

Both Phoenix and Edgeworth stared at the door for a few seconds.

"I believe you had to leave, Wright?" the prosecutor icily reminded him.

"Oh... that was a lie. I'm taking a nap here. Goodnight, Miles."

Edgeworth glared over the top of his desk at Phoenix, who had spread himself on the couch comfortably, eyes closed.

"Would it kill you to address me by my surname, Wright? And no, you may not sleep here. Go home if you're so tired." No answer. The defense attorney had either dozed off or was simply ignoring him. Too polite to shove him onto the floor, Edgeworth sighed and continued doing his paperwork.

He looked up a few minutes later. Yes, Wright was definitely asleep. Cracking a slight smile, Edgeworth observed his peaceful expression.

'He looks so...'

A bang as the door was slammed open.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, pal!" A grinning Dick Gumshoe strode into the room, scratching at the bandage on his cheek. He glanced at the sleeping Phoenix. "You running a daycare center or something? Heh heh."

"One would think," Edgeworth muttered. He looked up. "Please refrain from slamming my door, Detective. It could cause damage to the frame."

"Oh," Gumshoe said, looking sheepish. "Sorry. Here's your file. I'll go now." Shoulders slumped, he exited the room.

Miles Edgeworth sighed deeply. Although the detective could be a nuisance at times, he was an overall pleasant fellow. However, his feelings were hurt easily. The prosecutor turned his attention to the sleeping man on his couch. The noisy interruption had not stirred him from his sleep. He shifted slightly and mumbled something. Edgeworth walked over and, unknowingly to himself, bent over Wright, listening. Phoenix muttered something again, more clearly this time.

"Donnleeveme."

'Don't leave me?' Edgeworth wondered.

Bang.

"Heyyyy, Nick!" Maya poked her head around the door and waved, but stopped as she observed the scene before her.

"Sorry, Mr. Nick's already taken. You can't kiss him," scolded Pearl, popping out from behind Maya.

"Pearly!" cried Maya. "You know it's not like that with Nick and me! Or with Nick and Mr. Edgeworth! Wherever did you get that idea?!"

"But it looked like... he was bending over and..."

"Enough!" barked Edgeworth, a bit more harshly than he meant to. He flushed slightly, the pink obvious against his pale face. "I assure you, nothing of the sort was going on! I was merely..." What had he been doing? "Er, waking him up," he finished. "But as you can see, I failed." Indeed, Phoenix was still resting peacefully on the plush red fabric of the sofa.

"I know what'll wake him up!" Ema declared, striding into the room with purpose, having delivered her hastily restuffed folder. Taking a nearby vase from the windowsill, she dumped the contents over the dozing man's head.

"Wha-? Ack! Pppttthhh!" Phoenix spat water and flower petals all over his lap, shaking his head frantically. "Cold cold COLD!"

"Well?" Edgeworth inquired, smirking. "You got the water you wanted. Did it help to tame your restless locks?"

"Enough with the Shakespeare, Edgeworth," Phoenix growled, irritated beyond belief.

"Tsk tsk tsk. The way I speak is hardly that of William Shakespeare's time. It would do you good to become civilized sometime in the next century, Wright." He turned to Ema, as Phoenix steamed with anger. "Please restore my couch, Ema. I expect it to be completely dry and flower-free by tomorrow."

"No problem! Let me get some stuff. See you, guys!" She turned and ran out the door, slamming it behind her. Edgeworth winced.

"How many times must I inform visitors to treat that door gently?" he scowled.

"Hmph," Phoenix grunted, matching the scowl with one of his own. "Think you're so clever and handsome and all that."

Edgeworth lifted an eyebrow.

"I don't believe that I ever expressed the idea of my looks surpassing others. If anything, you were the one who brought that up, Wright, merely a few seconds ago."

Phoenix, Maya observed, blushed more easily than Edgeworth, and showed it more, too.

"Yeah - I - wait, no - never mind. Anyway! Let's move on to something else. I was leaving. Right. Later, Edgeworth."

He steered Maya and Pearl out the door, exaggeratedly closing it ever-so-gently behind him.

Edgeworth crossed his arms and stared after them for a few seconds, then retreated to his desk.