He surprised himself on a Thursday morning. Apollo had been awake since yesterday at five o'clock in the morning. The recent coffee craves had kept him more awake than usual. After the trial, he vowed to crash out in bed – tired or not. He yawned and his head tilted onto Trucy's shoulder.

"Are you tired already?" Trucy asked.

"I've no no sleep since yesterday," Apollo managed to yawn out. "But I'll be fine, trust me."

"That's a dangerous lack of sleep Apollo," Trucy told him.

"Really?"

"OF COURSE IT IS!" Trucy snapped.

"You were the one waking me up last night," Apollo whispered to Trucy. "Throwing your clothes everywhere like that."

"Let's think about the trial," suggested Trucy.

The bright walls, the stiff bailiff and the portrait of the judge captured Apollo's attention. They were in the defense lobby awaiting Wocky's retrial. The defendant had his back slouched against the wall, whilst finishing off a can. Wocky was calmer and had less angst than last trial. In fact he had a smile on his face.

"You look happy today Wocky," Trucy said as she approached him.

"You're going to be face-to-face with Mrs. DeLite again," Apollo told his client. "I thought you'd still be a bit upset over the fact that she's married."

"I'm over that bitch," Wocky confirmed. "First of all, I got a new girlfriend and secondly and even if I do get found guilty again, Luke will come back. He'll help my homies and I get out." Wocky smiled at Apollo, and twirled his fringe as if it was suppose to make Apollo feel better. It only made Apollo feel worse. "You guys remember Alita?"

"Oh her," Apollo replied. "She tried to marry you to get a hold of your family fortune..."

"The prison officer with that goatee adores her. He tried to help her get out, I dunno if they got away with it or not. But it was him who pushed me. None of them believe me, and worst of all they think I want Alita back. I'm over her too!"

There was still something not quite right about Wocky. Apollo believed that Desirée set him up and hopefully he could prove it in court today. It was his new relationship with Pearl, it just seemed that Wocky was hasty. If he was in Wocky's situation, hooking up with another girl after your ex just framed you for rape was the last thing he'd do.

"WOCKY!" The lobby was filled with Pearl's frantic voice. She scurried over to Wocky and squeezed him. "Are you okay?" Pearl asked. "How's your injury?"

"Yeah, I'm all right," said Wocky. "I can't believe prison was so boring man. There's like nothing to do other than gay things. I can't wait to get out!"

"Don't worry my dear," Pearl assured Wocky and went on to say, "I believe that Mr. Polly and Mr. Klavier will sort this out." She turned over to Apollo. "You do your best today Mr. Polly, okay? No bullying this time."

"The trial's starting soon so we better get ready," Trucy suggested.

"All right, here comes JUSTICE!" Apollo roared.

"Ha!"

Apollo thought he could recognize that voice. He turned to see the face of his father.

"Hey there Polly-Pocket." Godot grinned with a mug of coffee in his hands. "Just wanted to see my son in action!"

"Hello Mr. Godot," Pearl said kindly.

"D-Dad!" Apollo exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in prison."

"I've been released on compassionate grounds," Godot smirked. "If it weren't for you and my medical records, the progress would have been much longer."

"So you seen Phoenix lately?" Apollo asked a random question. He was still getting used to the fact that he was the love-child of a singer and a coffee-maniac.

"Your old man not good enough for you?" Godot asked.

"Of course not!" Apollo shrieked. "You're fine."

"What's with the raspy voice son?"

"It's my CHORDS OF STEEL!"

"Keep it smooth son," Godot told him. "Just keep it smooth. We better get going."

And they all followed Godot into the courtroom. Apollo, Trucy and Godot stood together in the defense bench as Wocky sat in the defendant's chair. Pearl was at his side with her arms over his neck. She took a seat behind the defendant's chair after the judge walked into the room.

"All rise," cried the bailiff. Everyone were on their feet. "The court is now in session for DeLite Vs Kitaki."

It was a different judge today. Chocolate skin and Jamaican, he sat in the judge's chair with the gavel in his hand. He was young and slim, which seemed kinda refreshing since most of the judges Apollo's seen have been old or middle-aged. "You may be seated," the judge announced in a Jamaican accent. He placed a metal strip on the side with the text: "Judge Albert Salsa"engraved on it.

"The defense is ready your Honor," Apollo announced.

"The prosecution is also ready, Herr Judge!" Klavier told Judge Salsa.

"I prefer if you guys addressed me as 'My Lord'. Is that fine with you guys? Just makes me feel more cool. Know what I'm saying?"

"Ja My Lord."

"Absolutely My Lord."

"The judge likes to keep things cool," Diego whispered.

"This kinda feels odd," admitted Apollo who looked over at his father.

Godot passed over a mug of coffee for Trucy, then turned to his son saying, "Judge Salsa wants to keep it cool. You should too son. Just remember to smile and stay calm."

"Gotcha!"

"I feel there is no need for an opening statement so would the defense please give a summary of the previous trial to the court?" Judge Salsa requested. "Most of you should know what happened anyway but it's always good to have recap."

Apollo has never seen a judge with Judge Salsa's sort of attitude before. Despite wanting to object to his behavior, he did what he was told. "The trial was a disaster," Apollo started for emphasis. He thought it could give it a bit more kick. Not only had he felt pressurized to clear Wocky's name, he also had to resist Trucy's flirting. Doing all this in hope he could impress his father. "Opening statement had a delay and two witnesses were not cross-examined and another witness has come to step up." Apollo announced.

"Seems like the trial had some flaws," Judge Salsa confirmed. "Judge Udgey needs to stop being so gullible. He was in quite a hurry, he had a meeting that day."

"Von Karma's intelligence is fierce, right Herr Forehead?" Klavier asked pointing at Apollo.

"I agree that she was fierce," Apollo replied. "Prosecutor Von Karma was far too fierce."

"She can whip me anything she likes," was what slipped out of Judge Salsa's lips.

Klavier chuckled and said "ah seconded, Herr Ju- I mean My Lord!" His ocean blue eyes stared at Apollo. "Third it Herr Forehead!"

"We should get on with the trial," Apollo suggested.

"The defense must be gay," Judge Salsa boomed.

"Objection!" Godot roared. His was set loose as a wild coffee cup flew onto Judge Salsa's face – drooling down his clothes.

"Hey white boy, what was that for?" Judge Salsa muttered to Godot. "You better be careful."

"My son's straight for your information," Godot announced.

"Well he should act straight."

"We're not here to discuss my son's sexuality," Godot snapped, "Nor are we here to discuss ladies. We're here to determine if the defendant really raped Mrs. DeLite."

Judge Salsa glared at Godot and snapped back with, "I'm the judge I can do whatever I want." He clapped, then rubbed his hands together. "Now let's down to business. Ladies first, Mrs. DeLite take to the stand."

Apollo did not feel comfortable with Judge Salsa; his behavior was very unprofessional, and his attitude stank of rotten fish. However, Apollo was going to give Wocky the acquittal he deserved. Desirée stood to the stand and took her oath to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Apollo's bracelet vibrated to her lies. And at last, he could cross examine her, and Detective Dick Gumshoe. Come to think of it, where is Gumshoe? He was nowhere to be seen. Apollo guessed he was looking after his wife and son.

"What's up Polly Pocket?" Godot asked. "You're face looks a bit weird."

"Just wondering where Mr. Gumshoe is," Apollo replied. "I thought he might be with his wife and kids. And I needed to cross examine him today too."

"The guy still works here?" Godot asked in amazement.

"I don't know much about him," Apollo admitted. "I do know he's married and has a son."

"I wouldn't be surprised if the kid turned out retarded."

"Dad, that isn't... very nice."

"That's the bitter taste of truth for you, son. Now drink up; cold coffee tastes disgusting."

"Stop talking you two," Trucy muttered. "You've missed out on the testimony!"

"Is it the same as last time?" Apollo asked.

"Yep!"

"Well I haven't missed out on anything then."

"I believe it's time for some spicy cross-examination," Judge Salsa announced rubbing his hands together. "It's hot in here, someone give me some whisky."

"Objection!" Klavier got their first. "In before Herr Forehead!" he announced. "My Lord, I wouldn't be drinking during a court proceeding if I were you."

"Well," Judge Salsa announced. "I'd advise the defense and prosecution not to use your ding dong on your siblings."

Apollo felt like he had just been owned. Looking across, Klavier was trying hard not to grit his teeth. "Anyway," Klavier shacked his anger off. "Herr Forehead, the moment you have been waiting for has arrived. So let's rock."

"Cross examine me?" Desirée gasped.

"PLEASE BE NICE TO MY WIFE!" Ron yelled.

"Nothing to worry about Frau and Herr DeLite," Klavier told them. "I hope you've both been telling the truth or it's going to be a long day which we don't really want."

"Now I can see how my Polly-Pocket gets his claws out," Godot admitted. "Show me what ya got."

"Mrs. DeLite," Apollo said. "You said in the last trial you never met Wocky before the rape?"

Dessie shook her head. "No," she barked.

"I just asked her that Herr Forehead," Klavier confirmed.

"Did you intend to date Wocky?" Apollo asked.

"No, not at all. Just wanted to be friends with him." Desirée was shrouded in red as his bracelet reacted to her lies. He could defiantly see her nervous habit. At this point he didn't care if it was too rough for his father's liking. He was going for it. He had a copy of an chat online that Pearl gave him. After skimming the words that stood out to him, Apollo looked up at Desirée.

"Just friends you say?" Apollo asked.

"Yes..."

"Mrs. DeLite, I notice you've been gritting your teeth and clenching your fists. You must be nervous." He was going to present the chat data.

"Rape's not easy to deal with ya know," Desirée snapped back.

"I have a copy of a conversation on MSN," Apollo said. "Which the defendant said under the screen name of Gangster Fox: Yo Dessie I love you so much. And under the nameDessie Delight, you reply with: Aww I love you so much Hun. Glad we're going out. This means you were dating the defendant before the 'crime' occurred."

Desirée's innocent disguise had cracked spreading whispers across the room. She remained silent and continued to clench her fists.

"That's not me!" Desirée shouted.

"We have a witness that can confirm that it was you. She can also confirm that you WERE dating Wocky for three months!" Apollo announced. "She watched you lie through your teeth in the last trial and she's going to help us get to the truth this time."

"Objection!" Klavier shouted. "If this witness knew Frau DeLite was lying why didn't she do anything. More importantly why wait until she is dating the defendant?"

"Why the new witness is dating the defendant is a mystery to me," Apollo admitted. "But two people stopped her from testifying last time. Those two people were Maya Fey and Franziska Von Karma."

"Makes sense," Klavier seemed to have shrugged it off. "Fräulein Von Karma knew it would stain her perfect record so they made the witness not testify. Conveniently the new witness is related to Fräulein Fey. Which was why she needed Fräulein Fey's help."

"Desperate for a guilty verdict as ever!" Apollo announced. "So let's bring Pearl Fey to the stand!"

"I have no objections," Klavier said calmly.

All of a sudden everyone stopped to look at Pearl when she took to the stand. The cute face in a pretty dress was the center of attention and could sway back the discussion on women. Judge Salsa was the first to speak: "You're looking very lovely today Miss Fey."

"You look wonderful yourself My Lord," Pearl giggled back. "I guess I have to give my name and occupation to the court. My name is Pearl Fey. I'm a spirit medium and also a student." She put her hand across her, the palm of her free hand faced Judge Salsa. "And I promise the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"So Fräulein wanna start your testimony?" Klavier asked in enthusiasm.

"Sure," Pearl replied. "But before I do, can I just say it's a pleasure to be at your noble presence." She smiled and faced Godot, "Mr. Godot, it's wonderful to see you out and about again. After what you did to Aunt Misty, I never thought you would be dead by now."

"I thought the same too," Godot said. Apollo glanced at her father's face of shock. Godot seemed to look as if he was looking at a ghost.

"Wocky's such a gentleman don't you think?" Pearl asked with such innocent eyes.

"Yeah," Judge Salsa replied. "He's awesome. Now isn't she just adorable?"

"I can't object to that My Lord," replied Klavier who was playing with his hair.

"This is the most poorly run trial I've ever seen," Godot whispered to Apollo.

"She lied in the last trial," was Pearl's start to her testimony. "Dessie said she loved Wocky. They said they were on the phone a lot and they acted like they were very much in love. Wocky would never stop talking about her. He had loads of pictures of her. And Dessie also called him Cutie Pie."

"IT'S ALL !" Ron squealed during the entire testimony.

Judge Salsa banged his gavel, pointed at Ron and roared: "YOU SHUT UP!" He cleared his voice and kindly looked and Pearl and said, "carry on guys."

After cross-examining Pearl, Apollo managed to create in his mind, a good summary of the events: Desirée had an addiction to spending which drove Ron to robbery and prostitution. Ron had been broke for a while, so she used Wocky to get a hold of some of the family's money. To cover up her plans, she lied about Wocky raping her. It was pretty much the same as the last theory he tried to pull off. Then he felt like he had forgotten something. Something important. He checked though the court records and his eyes focused on Luke Atmey's letter. The man should be here, and if he can prove Wocky's innocence, he could get another man back in jail too.

Desirée was back to the stand again and Klavier had been asking her questions for quite a while. This was it, the time to finally gang up on Desirée. As Luke said, humiliating her was the key to this case, but he hoped he didn't need to take it that far.

"This baby of yours," Klavier pointed out."I was wondering if there was any chance Wocky was the father?"

He's made a good point, thought Apollo. Then wondered why he didn't think of that.

"It has nothing to do with the case," Dessie snapped Again, Apollo could perceive her lies.

"We're just here for the truth Frau," Klavier ensured her. "Just tell us and you go home like nothing happened."

"Or do we have to say it for you?" Apollo offered.

"You and Gavin sure act like partners in crime," Godot muttered after starting another cup of coffee.

"Do you know who Luke Atmey is?" Apollo asked. It was time to put an end to the trial once and for all!

"THAT HORRIBLE MAN, OH YES I KNOW THAT COWARD!" Desirée screamed. "He tried to get Ron jailed for murder."

"This is a letter he sent me," Apollo announced showing the court the letter he received from Luke. "He sure seems to hate you Mrs. DeLite as it says in this letter:

Dear Sir Apollo Justice,

Wocky should have told you to expect a letter written by a man named Luke. There is also speculation that murder, Luke Atmey has escaped from prison. Wocky's friend, the killer who escaped and the writer of this letter are in fact the same person. You and I are both aware of Wocky's innocence. I know that Mrs. DeLite can be a filthy whore full of greed. Do not be deceived by her appearances. Poor Sir Ron DeLite A.K.A Sir Thief has suffered greatly in her hands. The poor man is sterile so she committed adultery for her desired child. I don't think he even knows it. I give sympathy to my great rival.

Now the game really begins.

Fate is in your hands now, if Wocky is found not guilty, I will hand myself in. You may use this letter as evidence in court if you wish. I will gladly prove it is legal evidence. Mrs. DeLite's humiliation is the key to winning this case. I wish you luck and Wocky the best of luck in the trial. I will be attending, in disguise of course.

Yours sincerely,

Luke Atmey

Care to explain why Luke said you are sterile Mr. DeLite?"

"Dessie really wanted a child," Ron admitted. His head lowered as his eyes rolled to the ground. "And I'm sterile so the prosecutor in the last trial said to cut that bit out because they thought it would give Dessie a motive to lie."

"You lied about getting rape didn't you!" Apollo asked. "You dated Wocky for money!"

"DESSIE DOSEN'T CARE ABOUT THE MONEY!" Ron yelled. "All she wanted was baby."

"IT WASN'T RAPE!" Desirée snapped out.

The court had nothing to say for a moment. Nothing but silence. And his bracelet was stiff. Apollo smirked knowing that this time, he had given Wocky the justice he failed to give last time. It was true: Desirée used Wocky for money and for a child.

"The prosecution rests," Klavier announced. He said it as if he was wanting to say it for a while.

"Seven years ago, I told Ronnie I wanted a baby. We've tried so hard to get a child, and we failed. Even with fertility treatment we had no luck. Then we found out Ronnie couldn't have any children. So I had to find someone."

"One question Mrs. DeLite," Apollo requested.

"Sure."

"Out of all the guys, why did you choose Wocky?"

"I told Wocky I was single just to see if he would do anything. I mean, he was pretty cute."

"And you two dated afterwards?"

"Wocky asked me out," Desirée admitted, "and I said yes."

"You found this a perfect opportunity to get meet up with him, in hope he would impregnate you?" Apollo asked knowing the response.

"Yes. I didn't expect Ronnie to catch men," Desirée admitted. "When Ronnie caught us, I felt scared and guilty. I could not believe that I made Ronnie cry so much. Admitting I cheated on him would have only made him feel worse, so I said he raped me."

"I think honesty was the best policy here," Trucy told Desirée. "This could have been easily avoided. What's wrong with adoption?"

"Everyone was so supportive," Desirée admitted as if Trucy never spoke at all. "When Maya heard about it, she got me to talk to Miss Von Karma straight away. "

"It's all my fault Dessie," Ron sobbed. "I couldn't give you a baby."

"Don't blame yourself Ronnie," Dessie said in a calm soothing voice. "It's mine – I cheated and lied to you."

"It's finally over," Godot announced.

"ZVARRI!"

"I know that voice!" Godot snapped.

A man in a black cloak tumbled down from the ceiling and removed the cloak. It was Luke Atmey grinning as he stroked his nose.

"What's up Luke?" Wocky cried out.

"You're the guy who wrote this letter to me?" Apollo asked. Is this guy seriously Wocky's friend?

"Indeed I am," Luke announced. "A marvelous job you did Sir Apollo Justice and Sir Prosecutor. Very well done indeed. And as promised, I am here to hand myself in."

"Let's cut to the chase," Judge Salsa snapped in the beat oh his gavel. "The defendant is now cleared of all charges. Mrs. DeLite you should be punished for perjury but since you're hot, I'll you off. That is all this case is dismissed. And would a bailiff please lead Atmey back to his prison cell. And I need to go to the bathroom" He spoke in such speed, that Klavier gave him a look of disdain, twitching at the Judge as he left the courtroom. Apollo followed his dad to the defense lobby and it wasn't long before Pearl and Wocky joined him. Apollo felt his lips vibrating like he was desperate to throw up.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" Apollo roared. He could not contain himself anymore. It was something he wanted to say for the whole trial.

"I told you keep it smooth," pestered Godot.

"The whole trial and the appeal was just... weird!" Apollo snapped. "It's hard to be smooth."

"Here's one of my rules," Godot said. "A lawyer is someone who smiles no matter how bad it gets."

"If that's one of your rules then Apollo's a rebel," Trucy said. "But he has a nice smile."

"...Okay." And Apollo smiled.

"Keep that up," Godot requested. "You're going to need it. The Judge was shit, but you did a good job. I'm glad I passed my skills down. And the main thing is that we found the truth."

"Thanks Dad."

"Thank you Mr. Polly," Pearl screamed in delight. She hugged Wocky at the same time with an even tighter grip. It was smiles all round.

"Yeah thanks dude," Wocky responded. And the moral of Wocky's trial was to keep safe online. At least Apollo knew he should say no to online dating.