A/N: I have been thinking about this story for a while, and I think I know where I'll be going with this.

I've haven't written a fanfic for several years so I apologies now for any writing errors. (I was only an average student when I was at school)

Warning: This story contains spoilers from AA: Dual Destinies and may also contain spoilers from previous AA games too.

Hope you enjoy the start to this story.

Los Angeles Cemetery 27th December 2027

Grey clouds covered the sky. Tree branches swaying in the wind, in the silent cemetery where the dead rest. Each grave is different to the next, but one thing they all have in common is a name, a date of birth and death, of a person who once lived and departed to another life.

Everyone stood in silent, with the occasional quiet weeping, as LA Officers carefully place the coffin down on top of a casket-lowering device, while the priest, conducting the funeral, says a few words.

Blackquill stood silently with Athena. Him along with the rest of the Wright Anything Agency came to pay their respects, even though they never meet the person, who was about to be buried. He eyes glances at the tombstone, which says:

In Loving Memory Of

Bobby Fulbright

1993-2026

Devoted Detective of the LA Police

Beloved Friend to Many

Always pursing the path of Justice

"In Justice We Trust"

The news shocked everyone at the Police Department when it was discovered that the body, which was found a year ago was Detective Fulbright. Nobody knew he had been dead for a whole year, no surprise really, the body had been found damaged to the point where DNA analysis was almost impossible. Forensic were able to get fingerprints off the body but got no results when checking DNA files. However they never considered checking DNA files of the LA Police, but then why would they need to? No one from the police department was said to be missing. Not when the person they thought to be Detective Fulbright, was in fact an international spy, who could impersonate anybody he wishes.

That man's name was the Phantom – the Phantom killed Bobby Fulbright.

Soon as the Priest had finished his speech, the sound of a trumpet starts playing as several officers line up at the side of the coffin with rifle guns. They point the guns up to the sky and fire, while other officers raise their hands to salute the man, being laid to rest.

As the coffin is carefully lowered into the ground, the sounds of a man weeping could be heard. Blackquill didn't need to look to see it was Detective Gumshoes, crying his eyes out into the sleeve of his coat, while his wife Maggey rubs his arm to comfort him. "I'll miss you pal." Gumshoe had known Fulbright since he joined LA Police as a junior officer, he knew him very well.

As the trumpet and rifle fire had ended, and the Priest said a few final words, people started to slowly drift away in different directions – some people remained to watch the grave being buried, while others moved away to speak with to each other. Phoenix and Apollo moved away to speak with Edgeworth. Gumeshoe was still brawling his eyes out, with Maggey hugging and comforting him. Blackquill stayed still, with Athena standing by his side.

"It's such a shame." Athena says quietly, but still audible to Blackquill, getting his attention. "I know we didn't know him, but in a way… it felt like we did."

Blackquill sighs lowering his head, closing his eyes. "We only knew what Fool Bright may have been like by the Phantom portraying him," he still calls him Fool Bright, even though they never meet. He reopens his eyes and watches gravediggers shoving soil into the grave, "We didn't know him as a person."

"I know," Athena turns to look at Blackquill, "But in a strange way, we did… We know he was very enthusiastic with his job and had a strong sense for justice. We know he was a good man Simon… even if the person we meet wasn't him."

Blackquill shakes his head "But none of it was real… The person we meet was a spy, who murdered your mother, Fool Bright, Justice-dono's friend..." He pauses to watch the gravediggers shovel the last pieces of soil on top of the buried grave and silently walked away, Blackquill never took his eyes off the grave "…He only pretended to be Fool Bright… for his own reasons." He says quietly.

It was all a lie.

However despite everything, despite everything that had happened throughout this whole year, Blackquill couldn't help but wonder what Fulbright was like as a person. Not from what he had seen from the Phantom – no – the real Bobby Fulbright.

Gumshoe mentioned Fulbright was a kind-hearted soul, who would always go out of his way to help people and bring light to everyone eyes. Always stayed positive even when things were bad. – " He may come across loud, obnoxious and annoying… but he was more then that pal… he had a good heart." – But then again, if the phantom's impersonation of Fulbright were accurate, not that he ever doubted it, then he would have been an even bigger nuisance than the Phantom… who was only pretending to be.

Blackquill and Athena turned to walk away from the Fulbright's grave, speaking no words when they meet up with the others. But as they walked Blackquill couldn't help but wonder… if the Phantom never murdered Fulbright, would he have tried to help him? Would he have tried to rehabilitate him?

He would never know.

Unknown Location ?

It was cold, dark and quiet where he was. How long has he been trapped here? He doesn't know – he lost track of time long ago, when he got captured.

There were no windows to tell what time of day it was, he can't even recall the last time he ever saw the light of day, the only light he ever sees is when they come down to see him, to speak to him, to torture him.

They want information. But he won't tell them anything, he hasn't told them anything.

Every time they try to make him talk, he always repeats, "I won't tell you anything in the name of justice," like a broken record, and they would give him pain.

Sometimes they would beat him, sometimes they would stick knives into his skin, sometimes they would burn him, and sometimes they would do all three.

There isn't any place left on his body where he hasn't been scarred. There is someone who would come down and treat his injuries after his interrogation has finished. They would always use rubbing alcohol, which causes him more pain, he never knows which pain is worst the piercing and stabbing pain they always inflict on him with knives or the stinging, burning pain when the alcohol sinks into his wounds.

They don't want to kill him, not yet anyway. As far as he knows they still need him alive. They want all the information they can possibly get from him, but he won't tell them, even if he was close to breaking the last time they were down here.

The only thing that was keeping him from breaking was the hope that someone would find him. He hopes that the LA police department have realised he's missing and are doing everything they can to find him.

He doesn't want to die here - he doesn't want to be alone in this cold dark place. Where they might decide to leave him, to rot.

Please find me please

He can't move to reach for the door, which was located above some stairs. His arms and legs are shackled to the wall, but even if they weren't, he doesn't have the strength to stand or move any part of his body. He felt tired and weak. He's lost so much weight – he's muscles were gone. Leaving him almost skin and bones, they do give him food and water, but only enough to keep him alive.

He had grown to become delirious. His thoughts running wild, hallucination plaguing him, he tries to stop it, tries to keep control, with the hope that everyone else are looking for him. But that hope was starting to fade into the silent darkness he was in.

He can hear noises but he chooses to ignore them, his mind playing tricks on him again, or so he thinks, he doesn't even bother to lift his head up when he sees a light shining at the top of the stairs. "No…no more…no more pain…please."

He knows this time they'll break him. He knows this time they'll get information out of him. But he mustn't, to keep justice… he mustn't.

Someone is standing in front of him, they're not alone, and there are others in the room, shining lights in front of his face. So blinding it makes him unable to open his eyes.

He doesn't even lift his head to look at the person now kneeling to take a look at him.

"Hey… are you alright?" Someone asks, he doesn't reply. The man – he knows it's a man, even if it's a voice he's never heard before – takes a good look at him. He can feel the man cup his cheek with his hand and gently lifts his head, to get a better look at him. He keeps his eyes shut – the light is too painful for him. "Hey, is this who I think it is…?"

"It…it can't be!" Another voice – another man's voice – replies.

"Oh my god!"

They all sound surprise to see him.

"Detective…? Detective Fulbright! Can you hear me…?"

He slowly nods, his throat to dry for him to speak. He finally finds the strength to open his eyes slightly – everything is a blur to him. But he can make out the blue uniform.

He now realises they're police officers, he now knows its not his mind playing tricks. He could feel himself cracking a small smile and deep down he knew everything was going to be alright.

"They've found me… Lady Justice has answered my prayers."

"Hey someone call an ambulance!" One officer called to several others at the top of the stairs. "And someone call HQ! Tell them Bobby Fulbright has been found… alive!"

Everything was starting to become surreal. He started to feel lightheaded, every sound becoming faint while the room started to spin – his body going numb and limp.

"Sir just hang in there, you're going to be alright." Was the last thing he heard before he knew no more.