Jeez, this took longer than I thought it would. Life is distracting. XD

Alright, so, this is an author's note. I should probably note something about the story I'm authoring. It's about time to get things going, I think, so that's what I shall do. And be get things going, I mean integrate more characters but continue with a bunch of fluffy stuff because more fluffy stuff was my biggest request in the last story. So, my lovely readers, prepare for a bunch of fluff! It's gonna be like a pillow was thrown in your face and you landed in a sea of kittens! I…. I don't know. X)P

Welp, I hope you enjoy the chapter! Feel free to leave a review, let me know if you liked it, give me some advice, take your frustration out on me, anything you want! I listen! :D


Miles locked his car door and walked through the parking lot to the Prosecutors Building. Being Chief Prosecutor didn't required him to come to work earlier than his employees, as some might think, but he liked to set a good example. As a prosecutor he had been known to come to work early anyway. It was why he had stopped sleeping on Maria's floor after the first night, it simply wasn't convenient for either of them and Maria didn't need constant assistance. She would insist that she didn't require any assistance at all, and that might've been true, but Miles couldn't just leave her. It didn't seem right.

As he strode through the lot, he heard a car come in from behind him. He stuck to the side of the lot, for safety reasons, as the car passed him and parked in an empty spot. He heard the driver turn off the ignition and step out of their car. When he saw who the driver was, he decided to say hello.

"Going somewhere?" Miles said.

"Hello, Miles," Maria said dryly.

"Are you truly well?" Miles said.

"I'm quite alright, I'll have you know," Maria said, crossing her arms. "Certainly well enough to return to work."

To make her point, the brunette prosecutor spun in a quick circle. "See? No vertigo. I'm fine."

She does appear to be healthier….

"Miles, I'm behind on work," Maria said.

"Actually, I've been looking through everyone's records. Instead of being ahead of everything, you're just on time now," Miles said.

"It sounds like I have things to do then," Maria said, pacing towards the lobby entrance.

She's fine. Miles smirked to himself, catching up with Maria so that they could walk side by side.

They chatted about small things, most of them work related. The brunette prosecutor wanted to make sure she was completely caught up on business. There wasn't much to tell though. Gossip was rampant throughout the office, but prosecutors mostly kept to themselves when it came to actual work. Most of the information was either classified or just not very interesting.

The prosecutors walked past the elevators and started up the stairs. Miles knew that Maria only took the stairs because of him. He once told her that she didn't have to, but she insisted on it anyway. It was a healthy habit to have anyway, she had said. He still felt a hint of guilt when she looked tired, but he appreciated her company too much to say anything further. Walking up the stairs by himself wasn't lonely by any means, he enjoyed solitude in fact. He enjoyed walking next to Maria even more though, even if they weren't doing anything more than that. The dusky haired prosecutor glanced at his partner, admiring her face. She was currently reading her organizer, probably trying to decide which criminal on her list to lock up next. Despite being completely absorbed in the text before her, she never missed a step as she walked up the stairs. He saw that she had touched up her face with a little make up. She never wore too much, just enough to accent what Miles considered to be her already beautiful features. It was one of those little things he noticed every time he looked at her.

Miles thought back to something his father had once said. His mother had died when he was young, so young that his only memories of her were photographs and stories his father told him. When he was nine and dealing with the odd feelings that came from having a crush on a classmate, he had asked his father why he married his mother. "Because she was interesting. Any woman can be pretty, smart, and nice; and your mother was all those things of course. But she was also interesting, no matter what we were doing. And that was why I married her, because I knew I could wake up to her face every day and it would never get old. Miles, when you're older, make sure you find a girl who interests you."

Maria looked up from her reading and faced Miles, having felt his gaze on her. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Miles said, smirking to himself. You would've liked her, Father. She's certainly interesting.

They soon reached the 12th floor and walked down the hallway towards their offices. Miles saw a group of girls up ahead, all in distinctive clothing. One wore a lab coat and held a bag overstuffed with beakers and vials, the girl to her left wore a decorative key in her unique ponytail. Another girl wore a bright yellow business suit with a skirt, and the fourth girl had a blue cape and top hat to match. The girl with the key turned her head and grinned when she noticed the approaching prosecutors.

"Edgeworth, Coldstare, hi!" Kay said, waving at them. The other girls turned to face them as well.

"Good morning, girls," Miles said.

"Ms. Coldstare, how are you feeling?" Ema said.

"I'm alright, Detective Skye," Maria said, looking up from her binder. "I trust you've stayed busy these past few days?"

"Yes, believe it or not I don't goof off every time you turn your back," Ema said, giving a sly smile. "As a matter of fact, I just left a stack of test results and evidence reports on your desk."

"Excellent," Maria said, nodding her head.

"I repeat: Coldstare, hi," Kay said.

"Oh, of course. Hello, Kay, Trucy, and…." Maria trailed off, staring at the ginger girl dressed in yellow.

"Silly girl, introduce yourself!" the voice seemed to come from the girl, but her mouth never moved.

"Oh, sorry," the girl said, running her fingers through her ponytail. "Widget likes to speak my thoughts sometimes. My name is Athena. You're Ms. Coldstare, right? Ema was just telling me about you."

"Yes, I'm Ms. Coldstare. Maria Coldstare. It's nice to meet you, Athena," Maria said. She clearly had a million questions running through her mind.

"Ms. Cykes is a lawyer at Wright's agency," Miles said. "I would've introduced you earlier, but Wright kept her incredibly busy the past few months."

"Hehe, you got that right," Athena said. "This is my first time seeing the Prosecutors Building. It's so big!"

"I know, right?" Trucy said. "I remember when Daddy first took me here when I was little. I was so sure we would get lost!"

That didn't stop you from running around the halls every time Wright turned his back. Miles smirked, recalling the many comical chase scenes between the little girl and her newly appointed Daddy.

Athena laughed, and her necklace turned green.

"What a unique necklace," Maria said.

"Thank you! This is Widget, she changes color with my mood," Athena said, proud of her little gadget.

"And… reads your mind?" Maria said.

"Other people's minds too, actually. Well, their moods anyway," Athena said.

"How does, erm, she read minds exactly?" Maria said.

"Simple," Athena said, touched the hi-tech necklace. A holographic screen materialized in front of the young lawyer and she sorted through the options as Maria stared in disbelief. "Let's see here…. You're pretty surprised right now, huh? I get that one a lot when I show this to people. You're also nervous, why's that?"

"Forgive me if I'm not too eager to have my mind read by someone else," Maria said, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.

"Thinking something dirty?" Athena said, grinning.

"No, I am not," Maria said, her face turning red.

"Hehe, I was just kidding," Athena said, and the screen disappeared. "Sorry to make you uncomfortable, I just thought a quick demo would be the fastest way to explain things."

"It's fine," Maria said, completely expressionless.

"What are the four of you doing here anyway?" Miles said, sensing Maria would prefer the topic shift.

"As I said, I was just dropping off some papers," Ema said.

"I was going to give you guys invitations to my next show!" Trucy said, posing. "Athena came with me to see the building."

"I ran into them when they came in and thought I'd give them a tour," Kay said. She brushed a finger against the bottom of her nose in a prideful way only she could pull off. "I figured it was my responsibility as a prosecutor."

Kay had passed the bar exam right after finishing law school. She already had a couple successful trials under her belt and was quickly showing to be a promising attorney. Her determination and relentless pursuit of the truth made her a fierce adversary in the courtroom. The only person prouder of her than her was Miles.

"Ah, of course," Miles said. "I assume you're on top of your work then?"

"Don't worry about it, I've got all week to finish that!" Kay said.

Miles raised an eyebrow. "It's Friday."

"Which is why it's basically finished," Kay said without missing a beat.

"Uh-huh," Miles said. "I suppose I'll be seeing you later today with those papers then."

"Obviously," Kay said, crossing her arms and smiling.

"Wonderful," Miles said. "You said something about a show, Trucy?"

"Yeah, it's next week!" Trucy said. "I left invitations on your desks with more details."

"I will be sure to read it," Miles said. "Carry on, girls."

The girls each said their goodbyes and continued on their tour. Maria and Miles carried on until they reached their respective offices and stepped inside. Miles closed his office door and sat behind his desk. The first thing to catch his eye was a small envelope placed in the middle of the desktop with his name written in fancy, loopy letters. This must be Trucy's invitation.

Miles picked it up gently, examining it from every angle like it was evidence from a crime scene. The young magician didn't hand out these invitations purely for business purposes. She liked to get creative and often added tricks. Those who received them often referred to them as pop-up cards, because even when you knew there would be a trick, it managed to catch you off guard anyway. One time his invitation had caught fire when he opened it, burning his left bang off. He made sure to have Phoenix talk to her about that. Since then the surprise inside cards hadn't been flammable, but still a shock. She didn't rig the cards every time though, leaving the recipients to wonder when the next trick would come.

Hmm…. I don't see any bulges that would suggest there's more than just a card. But then, she has a gift for keeping things hidden. I'll never understand how she hides her Mr. Hat character….

He put the envelope down. It's a trap. I can feel it in my gut. I'm not opening it.

All of a sudden, he heard a sharp pop followed by a yelp from Maria.

"Hmph," Miles smirked to himself. I suppose there are many girls in my life that would be considered interesting.