Chapter Twenty-One: Special Victims' Unit
Dee Vasquez's Bedroom – April 15, 2026
From his time as a defense attorney, Phoenix was wholly aware when reporting an incident as gruesome and harrowing as the one he was presently facing, that not only would an ambulance be immediately dispatched, but the cops as well, with the latter more than likely getting there before the former.
Therefore, while he had not anticipated the nightmare of what had happened to his latest lover, at least this time when the police arrived, he was already dressed and not once more literally caught with his pants down!
His frantic pacing had practically worn a groove in the expensive Persian rug which covered Dee's bedroom floor by the time he heard the thumping on the door.
"Open up! LAPD!"
His heart hammering erratically in his chest, the poker champ flung the door open, and let out a gasp of startled dismay as his saucer-sized eyes fell upon the all too familiar figure standing there.
Fuck me with a broken stick! Phoenix's jaw dropped to his chest. Of all the condos of illicit trysts, in all the towns, in all the world, he had to walk into this one?!
"Jeepers Creepers!" The surprise was stamped on Dick Gumshoe's broad face. "Not you again!"
Silence met this statement.
"Hey – at least you calling nine/eleven means you still remember my number! It's always nice to see you again, pal!" The big man affectionately clapped the disconcerted pianist on the back. "I just wish it wasn't under these circumstances! I left you a message a few months ago to come to have dinner with Maggey and me at our place, but you never replied –"
"Seriously?!" Phoenix blurted out before he could stop himself, still too shaken up from the earlier events to be Mr. Congeniality. "Are you the only cop in the entire Los Angeles Police Department?!"
"Are you the only guy getting laid in the state of California?" Gumshoe returned, chuckling and lightly punching his old friend in the shoulder with a ham-sized fist. "Who then happens to require police intervention every time he does, because his sex life has hit some sort of snafu? What happened this time? You give it to some lucky or rather, not so lucky, lady a bit too hard and accidentally kill her? Ha-Ha!"
The kindhearted Detective had been joking around and was clearly expecting the former lawyer to say something flippant in response, but his jovial expression faded as he saw the DILF's face had turned ghostly white.
"Christ on a crutch, pal!" The bandaged oaf gaped at the poker champ in horror. "I was just kidding! Don't tell me I need to haul you to the station for murder?!"
"Um, well… about that…" The hobo scratched the back of his neck and gave his friend a sickly grin. "I'm hoping at the most I'd get charged with was manslaughter! I assure you this tribulation was
completely accidental, and technically not even my fault…"
"I'd still be exercising my right to remain silent if I were you, pal!" The wild-eyed flat-foot was already rushing into the apartment, and with a long-suffering sigh, the pianist led the way to Dee's master bathroom, which was the scene of the crime.
"Jiminy Cricket!" Gumshoe gasped, seeing the nude figure of Dee Vasquez lying on the cold tiles in a puddle of sanguine fluid. He crouched down next to the producer's still form, careful not to touch anything. "Why is it every time I see you lately, I've got to look at some sort of naked body?!"
"Erm…" Phoenix offered weakly, unsure of what to say as he began to sweatdrop. "At least this time it wasn't mine?"
"Suffering Serpent and the Rainbow - don't remind me! I'm still trying to get that disturbing image erased from my mind!" Gumshoe shook his head as if attempting to clear it, and stared up at his friend, aghast. "You want to tell me what the heck happened here, pal?"
The detective grimaced and held up a hand.
"Just give me the condensed version, alright? Spare me the gory, X-rated details! Even though I keep stumbling upon you and your conquests in their birthday suits, I happen to be a respectable, happily married man now!"
Flashback: 20 Minutes Earlier
Dee Vasquez's Bathroom – April 15, 2026
Under the steamy waterfall of water cascading down on them, Dee's lips parted as she inhaled deeply and drank in the sight of the dripping Phoenix, who occupied the large shower stall with her. Liquid beads dripped down his hair softly, his wet spikes flattened ever so slightly, and the water drops slowly gliding down his wet physique defined every virile, sculpted inch of him.
He lowered his head to kiss her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it deep.
"You drive me crazy, Dee," Phoenix murmured against her ear as the water cascaded down on them. "God, I can't get enough of you. I want you."
The flood of concupiscence that coursed through her body was punctuated with an inrush of breath. She jerked and tugged her mouth away from his, panting slightly.
"Now? Again?"
She was astounded by his voracious appetite not even four hours later – post balcony hanky-panky, he'd made love to her again in her bedroom, this time until the crack of dawn, and it was barely 10:00 now! She still felt as pommeled as tenderized veal, but just seeing that look of flagrant desire in his eyes drew her attention to the hot ache she felt for him. Why did it keep being like this with Phoenix? He made desperately needy. Another reason to hate him for the control he continued to have over her…yet she still wanted him so badly, she ached.
"Yeah. Hold on tight." He gripped her hips and lifted her feet off the ground….
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The satiated Don Juan then squatted and lowered the weak-in-the-knees Dee's feet to the ground, only they were too shaky for her to stand up yet.
And then, disaster happened.
Unbeknownst to both of them, mid-shower copulation, Dee's butt cheek had hit the soap holder mounted to the glass wall, knocking the slippery bar to the shower stall floor. As she attempted to regain her footing on her as unsteady as cooked spaghetti, worn out legs, her foot slipped against the soap and out from under her before her lover could catch her in time. The water-slicked Latina went hurtling downward at an alarming rate, hitting her open mouth against the metal chrome faucet, splitting her lip as she then fell back against the glass shower door. Phoenix tried to catch her, but his fingers slipped against her slickened, soapy flesh, and the orally hemorrhaging woman fell, face first, onto the floor in a thud as an expanding crimson pool formed beneath her head.
The sickening crack of her skull meeting marble tile would haunt him for ages to come.
The wet and exposed Dee Vasquez was lying prostrate in a bloody, completely motionless position on the bathroom floor as the horrified and shrieking Phoenix Wright bolted from the shower and into the bedroom to call 9-1-1.
End Flashback
Gumshoe was still shaking his head in disbelief as the ex-lawyer concluded his tale of woe.
"So you see, it was an accident!" The card shark turned his palms upward in a helpless gesture. "I didn't
do anything!"
"Holy Christ-ola!This is unbelievable!"The big man breathed in awe, eyeing his friend guardedly. "Were you born on Friday the 13th or something? Have you considered carrying a crucifix with you, or even a rabbit's foot?! Pal, you have the worst luck I've ever seen, in my entire life! And this is coming from me – the man who married Maggey Byrde! The woman who was dubbed Goddess of Misfortune! Who, when she was six months old, fell off the ninth floor of an apartment building!"
"I know!" The one-time King of the Turnabout dragged a hand down his face. "Thanks for the reminder!"
"My own Lady Luckless has gotten sick from all sorts of foods…" The Ramen enthusiast began ticking off his wife's former hardships on his fingers. "Failed almost every test she's ever taken, and even lost every game of tic-tac-toe she's ever played, on top of being hit by various vehicles…"
"Gumshoe!" The DILF cast an agonized expression. "Are you trying to make me want to fall off another burning bridge already?!"
"Oops! Sorry, pal!" The Detective scratched his head and smiled apologetically. "Hey! Er, at least nobody's hit you with a car! So, uh, maybe your luck can go nowhere but up from here!"
The unlucky Lothario eyed him dubiously, then glanced back down at the prone producer.
"Gosh, I wish Mr. Edgeworth were still in the country and not working on some top-secret Interpol case in Europe," Gumshoe lamented. "He's your best friend. I'm sure he could make sure the prosecution would go easier on you, and ensure you don't get charged with first-degree murder in this case! Jeez, this would be your third time wouldn't it?"
"Yup. Trouble comes in threes!" The disbarred legist failed to crack a smile. "Let's hope the third time's not the charm!"
"It's almost like you and Maya are trying to start a Detention Center Frequent Flyer Club! Last time I checked, she'd been thrice accused of murder as well!"
Four if you count that time in Labyrinthia, but let's not go down this painful nostalgic path, shall we?
"The ties that bind, right?" Phoenix slumped down against the wall and buried his head in his hands. "Maybe if Maya gets wind of my latest charge, for shits and giggles, she'll send me a burger with a file in it!"
"You two aren't in touch at all anymore, are you?" Gumshoe asked sadly. "Whatever happened anyway, to make the two of you just lose complete contact after you lost your badge?"
"I guess she didn't want anything to do with the low-life, disgraced forgin' attorney since Miss Fey is now the prestigious Master of Kurain," Phoenix replied tightly, hoping his curt tone masked the bitter pain which instinctively flared up whenever any mention or memory of his former assistant flared up. "Although for old time's sake, you'd think I'd have at least gotten just one lousy, stinking phone call after the debacle! Or had just a single email or text get answered!"
Before the trench-coated man could muster some sort of comforting or sympathetic response, a quiet moan was heard from the motionless Latina on the floor.
"Holy Toledo!" Gumshoe was so startled by the sound that he fell off his haunches, as he'd been squatted next to the body, and tumbled over backward onto his butt with a clunk. "Did you hear that, pal?"
"Dee!" Phoenix's heart leaped in his chest as a thin ray of hope shined through him. "Did you hear that, Gumshoe? She's alive! She's not dead! And – I didn't kill anybody!" He held his breath as the Detective leaned over the unmoving woman, whose eyes remained closed, and smiled with hopeful anticipation. "Is she conscious?"
"Nooo...she's still completely knocked out – wait what?" Gumshoe made a motion to silence the possibly accused before he could utter another word and leaned closer to the fallen Latina. "What the heck is she babbling?!"
Phoenix bent forward as well and listened intently, just to make sure that neither his frayed mind nor ears were playing tricks on him.
"Iron Infant… good boy… Ohhhh … Steel Samurai…spear me now… Yeaaaahhhh …. stab me, Evil Magistrate … ummmmm Pink Princess…"
"I don't believe this!" The spiky-haired man clapped a hand to his forehead and slumped back against the wall. "The woman is completely unconscious and somehow calling out the names of the Steel Samurai characters?!"
"Er, is it just me, or does some of the context sound almost … naughty?" Gumshoe's cheeks were pink. "I mean…it was a children's show!"
"Sal! Vamonos! Vamonos! Rapido! Rapido! Culo! Culo!"
"I wish I could somehow un-hear all of that!" The Detective clapped a hand over his defiled ears. "Also, what I would give to say yo no comprendo español!"
"You and me both!" Phoenix muttered disgustedly. "Even my sorry Anglophone culo can understand that mucho obsceno stuff!"
What in the name of Satan's tap-dancing taint… Sal?! As in that Sal Manella, that disgusting soggy hog of a man whose very voice even sounded… moist?! Nasty! Fictional TV character fetishes are one thing, but bestiality proclivities are where I draw the line! This chick is way too kinky, even for me!
He shot up to his feet, his concern vanishing and replaced by newfound nausea as he headed to the door.
"I think I heard a knock out front." Relief and amusement disgust coursed through him as he ventured to the living room. "Praise the Lord, the paramedics have arrived at last!"
Hickfield Clinic – April 15, 2026
Once Gumshoe had finished snickering at the producer's unconventional ramblings and filed the report clearing Phoenix of any and all suspected unlawful activity, the big man left the condo after emergency services arrived. Prior to departure, however, he made the former defense attorney promise to keep in touch – and keep his pants on for a long time after this! – before the poker champ joined the still insentient but bizarrely gabbling producer in the back of the ambulance on the way to the emergency room.
Dee was taken in right away, but the pianist still ended up pacing the ER waiting room for what felt like ages before the nurse told him that the doctor wished to have a word with him.
The former wino could've sworn his eyes were playing tricks on him when he found his thunderstruck eyes resting on the very same, comically named, Desi medic who'd attended to him just earlier that morning!
Tending to the unconscious brunette on the gurney was none other than Dr. Sukhdeep Mann himself.
"Phoenix! Phoenix Wright!" Dr. Mann greeted the visibly dumbfounded former defense attorney warmly. "Long time no see! It's been at least…" He glimpsed down at his watch and flashed the mortified hobo a shit-eating grin. "Six hours! You've changed so much! I hardly recognized you!"
F*ck me running backward with a chainsaw! Is there anything worse than a doctor with a sick sense of humor?
Phoenix groaned inwardly and wished he could disappear into the ground beneath him. If the same accursed kismet would allow him to once again lay eyes upon the very physician he'd prayed to never to see again (because…reasons!) only earlier that very morning, it also meant there was a very high chance Dr. Mann would surely remember why the former Ace Attorney had looked so familiar to him in the first place!
"Heh, heh. Nice to see you again, doc." He smiled faintly. "At least this time I'm not the patient."
"Try to curb your enthusiasm about our reunion, my good man!" Dr. Mann's mischievous smirk only widened at the other man's visible discomfort. "Although I completely understand we doctors are the equivalent of car mechanics and dentists! We're hopefully pleasant enough to associate with, but you nevertheless aspire not to see either of them too often, because means something is very wrong with the functioning of something very relevant to you – your car, or your dental health."
The card shark cast an anxious glance at his ill-fated conquest, whose face was incredibly pale, although the blood on it had since been wiped off.
"Um, speaking of health, how is she? Is she going to be alright?"
"She miraculously only suffered a minor concussion from hitting her head on the bathroom tile," Dr. Mann assured him. "However, she split her lip very badly when she hit it against the metal faucet, and it did require stitches."
"¡Ay, caramba!" Phoenix winced sympathetically as he looked down at his paramour du jour. "Is that why there was so much blood? Just from a cut to the lip?"
"No, there was blood everywhere and loose nerves hanging out due to the force of the impact knocking out her two front teeth, as well as a few others in the process." Dr. Mann didn't even flinch as he recounted the gory details. "On the topic of dentists, Ms. Vasquez is going to need to see one to replace the chompers she lost today."
"Ouch!" The beanie wearer was flat-out cringing now. "That's terrible! I had no idea the shower faucet could do that much damage!"
"A shower faucet was it?" The Punjabi man smirked slightly. "Might I presume then that your impromptu return to the ER today, albeit not as a patient this time, was because you lovebirds were a bit too vigorous in proving certain parts of your anatomy were still… functioning?"
"Sweet llamas of the Bahamas!"
The anterior Ace Attorney felt his cheeks flaming as he yanked his hat over his eyes to mask his shame, all the while desperately trying to find some other way to claim his alleged fiancé had managed to knock out her molars with such gusto. Unfortunately, he could think of nothing whatsoever! Not that it mattered. The knowing grin on Dr. Mann's face was bad enough already.
I can hear God laughing at me…
"Eureka!" Recognition dawned on the doctor's face as he pointed at the furiously blushing black-haired man, his eyes lighting up with mirth. "Just now – when you did that motion with your hat! It jogged my memory!"
Sweet Mother Theresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz NO! The patient regarded the physician with a growing feeling of dread. Please don't let him remember!
"As you said earlier, Dr. Mann…" He mumbled, beginning to inch his way backward out of the cubicle in what he hoped was a discreet manner. "You've seen so many people over your long career in the ER that all faces seem to blend together after a while, right? You're probably just mistaking me for somebody else…"
"The irony of you trying to hide your face with that beanie, yet that motion was exactly what triggered my recollection…" the medic noted wryly, folding his arms over his chest. "Has not been lost on me."
"The bane of my entire existence…AKA my whole life is just… one, gigantic irony." Phoenix attempted to laugh, even though he was already drowning in waves of degradation. "You don't know the half of it!"
"At another time, aside from tonight, I am now positive that I treated you as a patient, for an unrelated situation!" The doctor idly stroked his mustache as he reminisced. "This was presumably before you became engaged to Ms. Vasquez though? Not that I judge either way! But I now vividly even remember there was a different girl that came in with you at the time. Another lovely brunette. You certainly do have a type don't you?"
"No, I most certainly don't!" Phoenix denied hotly, then flushed. "I mean, not really. Not that I know of, anyway. Although, um, to be honest, a lot of these last few years have kinda been a blur…"
The doctor's eyes were dancing with mirth.
"Regardless, I have the memory of an elephant, and I now remember the exact occasion which brought you into the emergency room three years ago! Also, if I'm not mistaken, while nowhere near the BAC of tonight, you were pretty liquored up back then too…"
Flashback
Viola Cadaverini's House – Aug 7, 2023
"Hope you like what you see." The Italian beauty flashed a sultry smile as she emerged from the bathroom adjoined to her bedroom, a vision wearing nothing but a red, strapless corset and matching lacy panties. "All this liquor has me craving something beyond the traditional sense!"
She winked at her date.
"I'm toeier than a Roman sandal!"
Lounging on the bed, the lusty music man, who'd stripped down to nothing but his skivvies in eager anticipation for her return, froze in place. His wine-buzzed mind took several moments to compute the Australian lingo he'd just heard from the Mafia Princess who'd picked him up at The Borscht Bowl Club that night. Viola Cadaverini had managed to maintain her sexy accent from Down Under, where she'd spent four years immediately after the Trés Bien fiasco.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head up. "Give me those lips."
There was no pause, no decision to be made, no slow approach as Phoenix moved in, his mouth consuming hers. He tasted like wine…and something sweeter, darker. His tongue swept out against her lips and she let him in, begged him in. He filled her mouth, stroking the most sensitive spots and retreating only to return. She couldn't hold back the moan that escaped as his mouth slanted over hers again. She arched into him, bringing her chest in contact with his chest, and he made a sound like a growl. It was a heady feeling, that power, and Viola knew she would do whatever she needed to hear it again.
His fingers sank into her waist and he lowered his head, his dark eyes intense as he sealed his mouth over hers and stole her breath in a scorching kiss. Her lips parted and their tongues met, tangled, thrust together, deep and wet, as he took control.
Her hands glided along the sides of his neck and into his thick mane. She pulled him closer and strained upward. He started slow and searching because he needed to keep himself in check now more than ever. Her mouth was sweet, and his velvet tongue came out to touch hers, tasting, testing, tentative…and exploring the feel and texture as she did the same. Despite his desire to savor the experience, Viola's fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair. Her nails scratched his scalp as she tried to get closer. Relinquishing his already limited restraint, he snaked an arm around her waist and deepened the kiss before allowing his lips to trail downward, sucking feverishly at her neck…
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"I knew it was you!" Dr. Mann crowed, snapping his fingers and smiling triumphantly. "I should have known it before! After all, it's not as if Phoenix is that common of a name!"
"Dr. Mann," the ER frequent flier croaked, his gaze imploring. "At this point in my life I've bid farewell to any and all dignity I have ever had, but I beg of you...for the love of God, please don't bring up that humiliating incident ever again! Never before in my whole life have I ever wanted to cut my own wrists, slice my own throat, and bury myself alive than I did at that precise moment! Much like I wish I could do now! However, yet again, there's nobody kind enough to put me out of misery to do it for me! I'd do it myself, but as is tradition, with my craptastic luck, I'm in a freakin' hospital, with life resuscitating equipment!"
There was a drawn-out pause after his outburst. Phoenix's breath was ragged afterward, even as his beseeching eyes remained on the physician, waiting for him to speak.
"You are my second most memorable patient in this regard," the Punjab mused thoughtfully, as though the humiliated music man hadn't just pathetically pleaded for sudden and immediate death! "There was another, equally unforgettable young man, who I saw four years before meeting you. It was the beginning of 2019. And even though I only met him once, and he was no a three-time Special Victims Unit champion like you are –"
"Objection!" Phoenix injected sullenly. "I've been your actual patient only twice! This third unplanned visit is merely due to being guilty by association!"
"Spoken like the true lawyer you once were!" Dr. Mann laughed heartily. "Just like you, this particular patient forever remains in my memories due to the active tomfoolery which landed him in the emergency ward. While you are a hopeless victim of admittedly comical circumstance, this 17-year-old boy, a teenage prosecutor actually – he had the most strange and ironic name! Detest? No, DeBeste, I believe! Anyhow, he ended up with 60% of his right hand covered in scar tissue, all with nothing more than his own buffoonery to blame!"
Intrigued, despite his embarrassment, Phoenix's head jerked up sharply upon hearing the surname, which he'd heard about from his High Prosecutor best friend. DeBeste? As in Sebastian? As in the idiot son of that nefarious Head of the Prosecutorial Investigation Committee, Blaise Debeste, whom Edgeworth helped take down and bring to justice?
"I was afraid he'd lose some mobility in his hand," Dr. Mann continued. "I suppose if he'd managed to hurt himself while saving orphans from a burning ice cream shop or something equally heroic, it wouldn't stand out in my mind so much. Unfortunately, it was from an undeniably stupid attempt at ridiculously weird science. Apparently, he'd heard that artificial sweetener would burn with a purple flame when ignited. He soon discovered that Splenda on its own did not seem to be particularly combustible... so he mixed it with a generous amount of rubbing alcohol, dumped the resulting mess onto a ceramic plate, and set the whole thing ablaze. All of this, incidentally, took place atop a wooden desk in a carpeted room."
Phoenix gawked at this story of absolute ludicrousness, which was so bizarre, he knew it had to be true! He nodded eagerly at the doctor to continue.
"As could probably be expected, things got out of control pretty fast. Sebastian soon realized he couldn't extinguish the flames via conventional means, like blowing on it really hard. Furthermore, he didn't have anything with which he could smother the conflagration... so he decided his only option was to carefully pick up the plate and carry it to the kitchen sink."
Dr. Mann's lips twitched at the memory.
"Despite his slow, measured steps, he still managed to stumble, splashing the back of his hand with liquid fire in the process, while attempting to make it to the sink and not set his entire room on fire! He was in tears when he came into the ER, so I imagine it hurt like the dickens! True story."
"Wow." The ex-lawyer shook his head despairingly. "The truth is stranger than fiction! What's even worse is this teenage boy is going to be part of the next generation of attorneys running our courts!"
"The young prosecutor still wears white gloves to this day to mask the scar tissue on his hand." Dr. Mann added. "Worst of all, he told me he didn't even notice if the flames were purple or not!"
Phoenix clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud and rustling Dee, and only barely just succeeded.
"How do you remember these things, Sukhdeep?" He asked in awe, at last deciding that at this point, he and the doctor were most definitely on a first name basis! "Of the hundreds, if not thousands of patients you've seen over the years, and considering how long ago mine and DeBeste's cases were, how can you possibly remember ours out of the lot?"
"There are some things in life one simply cannot forget, Phoenix," Dr. Mann replied smugly. "Being a three-time ER visitor due to sexually related snafus most assuredly joins the ranks of unforgettable."
He chuckled as Phoenix moaned softly in humiliation at the reminder.
"In the case of this young lawyer, I suppose his ill-starred circumstances, naturally, helped in making him memorable to me, along his family name being DeBeste. After all, it's a prime example of irony itself, since he was the worst at demonstrating any logic or common sense outside the courtroom!" The Indian derided. "Life's ironies come in many forms, Phoenix. Sometimes in dramatic events, sometimes in names … regardless, we must learn to laugh at these things, otherwise, we end up crying instead. My parents would know this firsthand, considering the name they gave my sister."
"That's right, you mentioned she was given a more common, westernized name than you were," the spiky-haired man recalled, tapping his chin with his finger. "What did they name her?"
"My unwed sister still bears the family surname, and her first name is Anita."
"Anita Mann?" Phoenix repeated thoughtfully. "I can see how that might sound kind of funny and makes her sound a bit like a desperate man-eater of sorts since she's still not married? So was that the reason for the irony of her name?"
"Not at all!" Dr. Mann chortled. "The irony is that my sister is named Anita Mann, the gym teacher, is a bra-burning feminist and activist for women's rights. Gloria Steinem is her idol, and her favorite quote is: a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
He caught the bewildered look on the pianist's mien and snorted.
"Anita is also what my conservative Hindu parents call… The Gay."
Phoenix blinked.
"You mean…?"
"My westernized named sister, Anita Mann is one of those man-hating… how do you say... Militant lesbians," Dr. Mann affirmed, his eyes twinkling. "Whereas their son, with the more ethnic, yet hilariously provocative, gay porn star name, is completely heterosexual, and married with children."
"I – I am speechless," the pianist admitted, now openly snickering along with the medic. "I mean, what I can say to this, except what's in a name? Evidently … the makings for some interesting dinner conversation and back story with the Mann clan?"
"Abso-freaking-lutely!" Sukhdeep Mann winked. "So you see Phoenix Wright, you are not the sole person in the world who had not only had to laugh through the pain but who is intimately familiar with the concept of irony!"
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