This one is set near the beginning of Duel Destinies, I hope you enjoy!

Edgeworth honestly had no idea how this man had passed all the necessary tests to become a detective. From what he could tell, he was one of the most incompetent people he had ever met. Sure, he had dealt with seemingly incapable detectives before- especially those who seemed to have a habit of leaking information to the defense. But Detective Fulbright was on a whole different level. His intentions were clearly good and 'in the name of justice' but his actions seemed to portray something entirely different. Even Wright himself had more tact than this man could ever hope to possess. Edgeworth was suddenly extremely grateful for his position as Chief Prosecutor, as it meant he would never have to directly work with the man as his subordinate. But then again, being the Chief Prosecutor also meant that for any mistake the detective made, he would have to take some of the blame for it. That part worried him greatly. He had only been in this position for a year and he certainly wasn't prepared to lose it because of an error made by someone he thought didn't even seem qualified to be a detective in the first place. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Much to his distaste, Edgeworth realised the only way to make sure this man stayed in check was to give him some proper training. And since it was rare anyone wanted to be stuck with the job of training the new guy no matter the profession, Edgeworth decided the only solution was to take on a case himself and appoint Detective Fulbright as the lead detective on it. This, as he quickly discovered, was not an overly wise move.

The first problem hit before he had even left his office. He was just about to leave when he heard voices outside of his door.

"-don't understand. I can't leave Prosecutor Blackquill's side"

"Please, sir. You need to calm down"

"What appears to be the problem here?" Edgeworth asked, opening his door to a red-faced Fulbright and a rather frightened looking police officer.

"Finally, someone who will understand!" Fulbright sighed in relief "There seems to be an error in the recent paperwork I received. You see, it says I am to be working on a case with you. And, while to do so would be an honour, I simply cannot leave Prosecutor Blackquill-"

"Do not worry, he is in good hands" Edgeworth said, stepping fully out of his office and shutting the door behind him.

"What? I don't- I think there has been some kind of mistake" Fulbright protested.

"Do you really think I would make such an obvious error?" Edgeworth glared at the detective who began to squirm under the prosecutor's harsh gaze.

"But-"

"Come, detective. We're already late. Let's not delay any further" Edgeworth said sharply before briskly walking down the corridor, leaving Fulbright no choice but to follow him. Everything went relatively smoothly as they drove down to the crime scene. It was far more awkward than pleasant but nothing drastic was done or said. Until they reached the crime scene. The incident- a murder- had happened pretty recently, so the body was still laying on the ground. Edgeworth approached the man with a detached, analytical air about him. But Fulbright was acting as though he had never seen a dead body before in his life. Edgeworth turned around to see his face- in fact, his entire body- had paled, his eyes were wide with fear, and his hands were shaking by his sides.

"Detective? Are you quite alright?" Edgeworth asked more out of confusion than actual concern.

"Oh, I'm fine" Fulbright said, suddenly shaking himself out of his apparent fear. Edgeworth frowned in confusion but decided it would be easier to not say anything. The two of them examined the body- it appeared the poor man had been shot in the chest at point blank, most likely killing him instantly. After a while, Edgeworth stood and left Fulbright to continue with the body as he looked around the rest of the crime scene. They were in the entrance to quite a narrow alleyway, but luckily the police had arrived here quickly and had blocked it off to prevent any other civilians walking down here and seeing the body for themselves. Edgeworth continued to gaze around until something caught his eye.

"What's this?" Edgeworth asked as he stepped towards the brick wall behind the victim's body. There appeared to be some kind of message scrawled on it but it was obscured by dirt and mud.

"Someone clean this wall off" Edgeworth requested and Fulbright instantly jumped to attention. Edgeworth couldn't help himself and rolled his eyes as he watched Fulbright walk away to find something to clean the wall with. Edgeworth turned back to the victim's body and continued to examine the wounds. Several minutes later, Fulbright returned with what looked like a huge water hose.

"This should do the trick" Fulbright stated proudly.

"A little over the top, but it will do" Edgeworth said, standing up.

"Now, how do I get this thing working" Fulbright muttered to himself. But hardly a second later, a powerful stream of water shot from the end of the hose. Unfortunately, Fulbright had failed to take into account the fact that someone was standing in between him and the wall. Slowly he looked up to see Edgeworth glaring fiercely at him, his entire body soaked with water. Everyone fell silent as they stared at the two of them.

"Sorry, sir" Fulbright apologised with an embarrassed laugh.

"Where is Detective Gumshoe? I don't think I can stand this idiot much longer! I need Detective Gumshoe back" Edgeworth suddenly demanded, his eyes flaring with anger. A few people stared at him, a few backed away, he was pretty sure he even saw one officer pull out his phone and actually ask about Gumshoe's whereabouts. But despite his anger and the absolute ridiculousness of the situation he was in, Edgeworth found himself smiling. Who would have thought he would ever say those words.