Franziska von Karma frowned as she looked through her evidence. The police had only found one murder weapon, and it was an extremely bloodied knife. It was from the latest murder. The victim was the curator of the museum—Kiln had not only killed him, but defaced his body with cuts and stabs. Franziska shook her head. That man gave her the creeps.

In about an hour, she was supposed to head over to a restaurant to have lunch with Adrian Andrews. She was rapidly becoming friends with the woman. She was very pretty, with her blonde hair pinned up behind her head and her small smile. Her top was very interesting, and it left her shoulders bare…her smooth shoulders, which would probably look very good with that blonde hair falling around them as Adrian breathed in, closing her eyes—Franziska shook her head. What types of things was she thinking about?

Her door swung open and she looked up, stomach turning over. Miles Edgeworth slammed the door shut behind him, his eyes big and round. Franziska frowned. He hardly ever came to her office.

"Wait one second," he bellowed. "You are in love with me?"

Franziska grabbed the handle of her whip. "I distinctly remember saying—about a week ago, in fact—that you were not to speak of my feelings unless you wish to act upon feelings of your own."

"And when have I ever listened to you?" Edgeworth barked. Franziska stood up and whipped his shoulder. He winced but continued talking. "How can you love me? We were raised together! We learned together! We bathed together! We were practically siblings!"

"Yes, I know. It is very foolish for me to love my little brother…"

"I am older than you," Edgeworth pointed out.

"That is of no consequence." Franziska waved this off. "I considered you my little brother. You were always sniveling and whining…"

"I never whined!"

"Listen to your foolish whining now, you foolish fool!" She put a hand on her hip. "Actually, Miles Edgeworth, since you are here, I would like to ask you a question."

"What is it, Franziska?" he asked exasperatedly.

"Nicky has not appeared here for quite some time. Where is she? What is the reason for this?" Franziska, of course, knew all about Edgeworth's words to Nicky. She just enjoyed seeing him squirm—and he did. He grabbed his arm and looked away.

"I have been…busy…with this case," he told her. "She has been busy with work and her column. We have both been…rather…busy."

"Have you?" Franziska inspected the handle of her whip nonchalantly. "I see. That is very interesting." She turned and whipped him, allowing the whip to sting his cheekbone. He cried out and brought a hand to his face. "I know what happened! I know what you told her!" she shouted. "How could you do that to her? Could you not see how she felt about you?" She crossed her arms as Edgeworth seemed to become a lesser man in front of her. The feelings in her stomach flared up, and she considered them. Was love supposed to be this feeling in particular? She enjoyed exacting her revenge upon Edgeworth, even if it wasn't technically her revenge. No. Love was not this feeling, she decided.

"You are a regular dick," she told him.

"What does Gumshoe have to do with any of this?"

"Leave my office," she spat. "Leave here and consider your foolish actions." Edgeworth did her bidding without a word of protest, and she sat down in her chair. The feelings she felt towards Edgeworth could not be love. Upon discovering this, a wave of relief washed over her. Now all she had to figure out was—what were they? And what were the feelings she had for Adrian Andrews, if she even had them?

With a sigh, Franziska turned over a police report. Compared to this love business, prosecuting was a breeze.


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