DJJ680: Hahaha, the bass line plays as Miles looks nervous... Glad you enjoyed the karaoke lol.

Jack54311: His day just gets progressively worse xD. I think she deserved it, definitely. She's a brat haha. Same here! That chapter will be fun to write, since I got a few ideas lol.

JordanPhoenix: Omg I read your review and I'm crying lol. Maroon 5 was good and lucky! Wish I could catch Journey live. Haha, I actually don't mind Mendes I just feel Edgy would not be down for it xD. Hahaha God. He must fart in his own office...maybe silent ones lol. But my God, the image you painted in my mind...xD.

... That voice was vaguely familiar to Miles. Carefully, he turned his head around to view the source of the midrange drawl.

He was faced with a blue uniform, brown poncho, red bandana wrapped around the neck, cowboy hat, long haired...Jake Marshall.

It had been quite some time since the prosecutor had seen him. And while he wanted to say he was surprised to see him here, it might as well be a lie considering Jake Marshall loved cowboy culture more than anything. The only surprise was how he had caught him behind the outhouse with Lyn...

Miles took pause before answering. He knew how this must look. Lyn was under him panting, tears rolling down her cheeks, red in the face, messy hair and her shirt lifted up enough to see some of her pink sports bra.

The demon prosecutor flushed as climbed off of Lyn. He cleared his throat. "It's a long story-"

"Well, I'll be darned! It looks like it'd be a long one, seeing as how you got a young lady under you beggin' and pleadin' ya to stop!" the ex detective glared.

"Wait a moment! Let me explain. We were just playing around-"

"There's nothing to explain here, pardner!" he said taking a swig from his flask. "Even if you were playing around, this is a family friendly park! Beyond that this bambina was tellin' ya to knock it off!"

Lyn hid her smirk, as she tiredly got to her feet. If Miles got in a bit of trouble it would serve him right for tickling her to the point where she nearly peed herself.

Miles couldn't believe this. Was he really being mistaken for a perverted violating individual? Called out for inappropriate behavior by a man drinking out of a flask at that?!

"Lyn, can you please explain to him what is really happe-"

"Don't answer that, bambina. I don't want ya to feel pressured to say anything in his presence," on that note, he placed Lyn behind him in a protective stance. "To think that you of all people would sink so low. You're coming with me, pardner."

Marshall whipped out a pair of handcuffs and approached Miles.

"You can't be serious," Miles said.

"Are you resisting arrest?" Marshall asked him.

Okay. Now, Lyn thought that maybe this was starting to go a little too far.

"Hey, it's fine, really-"

"It's alright, bambina. I'll handle everything to secure your safety," he said placing a hand on his hat.

Miles rubbed his temples. It was clear Jake Marshall wasn't listening to anyone. And it was more clear if he continued to protest this, he'd have charges filed against him for resisting arrest...He sighed. He'd go with him for now and get everything straightened out sooner rather than later. Reluctantly, Miles extended both hands out.

Marshall slapped the cuffs on him without hesitation. "Now, lil missy, you stay here. I'm delivering this disgrace to the holding cell, so he won't bother you anymore. I'll be back faster than you can say cactus."

Lyn opened her mouth to protest, but Jake was already shoving Miles away into ...a holding cell?

There was a holding cell at this place? This was a weird ass amusement park. But beyond that, poor Miles...she actually, legitimately, without an ounce of trollishness felt sorry for her closest companion. If Miles wasn't going to decimate her before, he really was now. And Miles Edgeworth was no joke when he was angry, especially with her. She'd need to come up with an escape plan for tomorrow.

But when Jake came back, she'd definitely tell him that nothing was wrong and how Miles was actually a decent partner. Okay, better than decent. He put up with a lot of her foolishness and she acknowledged it. Yet, it was always a struggle to express it easily without feeling corny.

Miles, managed to shoot a final glance back at the wicked woman who started this whole fiasco to begin with. Why was everything she was involved with a mess? And why did it always impact him negatively? If Gumshoe had asked him personally, he would have found a perfectly valid excuse to politely turn this offer down. Or heck, maybe he would have suggested his own date idea.

But this ? This? He couldn't believe that he had spent his Saturday on this catastrophe.

It didn't take long to get to the location clearly labeled JAIL in large ugly white lettering sloppily painted on wooden board. It was farther down, past all the various attractions like the maze and mechanical bull ride.

Inside, all the demon prosecutor could really focus on were the black metallic bars to the jail cell as soon as he was pushed inside the jail, the size of a shed. Against the right side of the wall, hung numerous pairs of handcuffs, a set if keys, a clock, and plenty of yellowing most wanted posters. In front of the jail cell door, was a tiny wooden desk and chair, he supposed for the warden or whoever handled things in the western jail.

The ex detective wasted no time in unlocking the cell with a key on his person and shoving Miles inside. Just as fast, he locked the cell back. Still struggling to grasp the absurdity of the situation, Miles opted to sit on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the cell.

"Now, will you please listen to me?"

The detective wasn't paying him any mind however, as he frowned, looking at the vacant seat at the desk.

"That damned Oldbag," Marshall muttered to himself. "Away from her post as usual..."

Miles flinched. No. He didn't just hear the cursed name, Oldbag. She could not. Be. Here. Of. All. Places. As if his luck couldn't get any worse today.

"Sit tight, pardner," he huffed as he took out his knife, shaving the scruff on his neck. "I'm ridin' off to question the real star of the show. I'll be back to grill you later."

"Wait, you can't just leave me with-"

"Toodles," Jake said as he turned on his heels and casually strolled off out of the door to the jail.

He was left alone in total silence.

Dammit.

Miles knew he had to get out of here and as soon as possible. If Oldbag saw him behind these bars, who knows what horrors she'd try to subject him to. It was of the utmost, essential importance that he'd escape. But how? His hands were still cuffed and he had the extra bonus of being behind actual bars.

With any luck, if Lyn wasn't a terrible human being, and he was mostly sure of this fact, perhaps she might be able to break through to Marshall somehow. And if not, he'd best pray that someone else besides Oldbag returns. Doing another glance around the room, he did notice some keys dangling from the same spot as some of those handcuffs. He guessed that at least one of those things would be his ticket to freedom. But again, he needed someone to let him out. With a sigh, he resigned himself to sitting on the bed which was as hard as a brick, praying for a miracle.

In about 5 minutes the cowboy cop, returned to Lyn who was anxiously pacing around the outhouse. She jumped up when she noticed him. "You're back!"

"Just like I promised, bambina."

"You gotta listen to me!" Lyn said gesturing with her hands wildly. "This is a mistake!"

"Woah, woah, easy now," he said taking a swig of his drink. "One thing at a time. First off, are ya alright? You're not hurt are ya?"

Lyn sighed. "No, I'm fine."

"I'm glad. I hate to see anyone get hurt, especially young girls."

She frowned internally. She understood that he was concerned for her wellbeing and all, but did she really look that young?

"So, can you tell me what exactly happened? What's your relationship to that prosecutor?"

"We weren't doing much of anything, I promise. I just sorta...made fun of him. And he got his revenge on me. By tickling me really hard for over 5 minutes. That's the only thing that happened behind the outhouse," she said. "And um, I guess he's...my boyfriend now."

She flushed at saying it out loud for some reason. She didn't know why. They had just started dating, they had even surpassed 3rd base so...why was this so odd to say? Perhaps, she still couldn't really believe it.

"You guess?" Marshall pressed, with a grim expression.

"Ahh," she rubbed a hand on the back of her head. "S-sorry. Don't take that the wrong way. We just started dating...so it's kinda weird for me to say out loud to anyone. He's not forcing me to do anything. I was the one to drag here today anyway."

"...Alright," he said, shaving himself with his knife. "If that's what ya say, I'll believe ya."

"Yes! Please! He's not a bad guy. Sometimes he's really grumpy and a stick in the mud, but he wouldn't treat me bad."

Marshall tossed his knife into the air for a moment before putting it away.

"Fair enough. I'm gonna question him to see if this matches up. Otherwise, I'm glad there's nothing wrong. Ya can't help being suspicious of everything and everyone bein' a cop an all. Plus I've had people pretend that things were fine when they really weren't...but as long as there's no trouble between y'all, your pardner will be let out in no time."

Lyn smiled in relief. "Then can we go?"

The taller man nodded. "Ayup. You'll have to wait outside as I question, though."

She shrugged it off. That was fine. So long as he'd let Miles out, that's all that mattered.

Together they were on their way to the jail, but Lyn stopped dead in her tracks, fascinated.

"Woah! That looks awesome," she said staring at the most beautiful display she'd ever seen. It was essentially a western styled arena, with targets that popped up that you had to shoot, with what appeared to be a paint gun. The next half would be splitting people on teams to shoot each other down with paint guns.

"Ah, lookin' at the shootin range, bambina? It's a rowdy time in there."

"Is it? I wanna try! ...Though, I've never held any sorta gun, besides a laser gun anyway."

"It's easy peasy. Let me show you," he said flashing a charming smile, placing a hand on his hat. He gestured for her to follow him into the line of waiting patrons past the jail. Without hesitation, Lyn followed excitedly. She forgot how cool Jake Marshall was in the games. How could she pass up the chance to shoot stuff with him? No way in hell!

Unfortunately for Miles, Lyn and Jake were totally distracted by the notion of shooting things to come to his rescue for quite some time. So when the door the jail cell, opened he was faced with a strong mix of hope and fear, uncertain of who was coming from him.

Yet, it was none of the people whom he expected, that would lend to his freedom or doom. Who other to open the door and waltz in like she owned the place, other than that woman with the multiple boyfriends...Angel Starr.

He sighed a huge sigh of relief, now seeing that Oldbag was not the on entering the room.

She wore the same outfit she had worn in court the last he had seen of her. Black dress, the cleavage, white coat, rice ball hat, the basket full of lunch boxes looked at him with a cold smirk.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? What's a little old prosecutor like yourself doing in this dingy old cell?"

"That cowboy obsessed cop, threw me in here because he mistakenly took me for some type of low life pervert. Which I am not, by the way."

Angel laughed. "Ah, I don't doubt it, hun. You have a stick wedged so far up your ass, I doubt you know anything about perversions of any kind."

He repressed his very strange urge to argue with her on that statement. Miles Edgeworth considered himself to be a gentleman publicly, but...something else entirely when it came to sex. But, not like this lady had any business knowing, so he kept it to himself.

"I wouldn't worry about it, though," she said flipping her hair revealing a kind smile. "Jake loves putting people behind bars here for all sorts of things. It's like a simulation for the real thing before he's reinstated as a detective in a couple months. I mean those handcuffs you're stuck with? Those are a kids toy."

"Ngh! A-are you serious? I'm just playing a role in his fantasy?"

"Mhhhhm," Angel said in a sing song tone. "Well, it was nice seeing you, but I have to go," she said waving curtly and turning around.

"Wait!" Miles called out without thinking.

"What is it?" she asked. "You want a lunch box?"

"No!" he shook his head furiously. "Listen. I need someone to let me out of here before that monster of a oldbag returns to her security post in here. If she sees me, I'm sure my life will come to an end."

Angel cocked her head back and laughed. She flipped her hair turning to a meaner expression. "Mr. Edgeworth has a thing for older ladies? Isn't that precious."

"Absolutely not," he grumbled. If anything that abomination had a thing for incredibly younger men, at least half a century younger. "Please. I will do anything to get out of this hovel."

The woman pursed her lips. "...Anything?"

Miles was going to regret this, obviously, but what could be worse than sitting here waiting for that...hideous woman to return here?

"Well, if you'll do anything," she flipped her hair, smiling sweetly. "There is one little, teeny, tiny thing you can do for me."

"What is it?"

"Well, even though I have an amazing amount of boyfriends, there's one I don't have, that being Jake."

"...And where do I come into this?" if he could have, he would have tapped his finger on his arm.

"I want you to become boyfriend number 396 to make Jake jealous."

Miles shook his head. "Why would that work? Haven't the other 395 made some sort of impression?"

She glared. "The difference is they are nowhere near as handsome nor accomplished as you."

This was ridiculous.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he said. "I already have a partner, albeit an annoying one, but she's mine regardless."

"Oh?" she tilted her head in surprise. "I'm shocked. I always thought you were gay for that guy in the blue suit."

Miles wouldn't even respect that stupid idea with a response. The day he went gay for Wright would be the day that Larry gained a fully functioning brain.

"Well, if you want out of this cell, you'll have to oblige. After all, you said you'd do anything. Otherwise, I'm leaving."

"...Why do you want Jake in particular? You already have men lining up. What difference does it make?"

"You listen to me, buster. It makes a world of difference! I always had a thing for him, but of course, was dedicated to Lana. Now, that she's out of the picture, I thought I'd have my chance. But he's still hung up on her. And I'm going to fix that! He's going to see exactly what he's been missing out on!"

He sighed. "If I agree to your terms and conditions, just what do you plan to have me do to make him jealous? After all, I do have a girlfriend."

"Don't worry, we won't go too far. Only doing couple activities," she smiled.

Miles didn't like the way that sounded a bit. It would be underhanded of him, but he thought about ditching her as soon she let him out of the cell. Yet, he was a man who kept his word... but only to a certain extent. Then again, he had a feeling this woman would make his life a living hell, if he tried to totally back out of this arrangement. He remembered her infamous nickname as the cough up queen, and wouldn't tempt it. But he had to escape Oldbag. That was a definite.

"...Alright," he sighed. "I'll do it. Now please, let me out of here."

"Aww, I'm so glad you decided to help boyfriend number 396!" Angel said cutely, as she grabbed the key to the cell that had been hanging up on the wall. Effortlessly, she picked the right key and delivered him from evil, probably into the hands of another evil. But beggars can't be choosers can they?

He walked out of the cell, with his hands up. "And these."

Smirking, the woman pulled out a bobby pin from in-between her assets, using it to successfully lock pick him out.

"I didn't know cops could lock pick."

"Oh, it's not from my experience as a cop, but some other extracurricular activities..." she winked.

He wouldn't press any further, for he certainly didn't want to know any details of her sexual escapades.

"Now, let's go, lover boy," she said as she shoved him hard on the back and out of the jail.

"Just where are we going?"

"To find Jake obviously!"

He'd probably find Lyn too. "Check behind the outhouse, he should be there."

With that, she grabbed his arm with the strength of a gorilla. "Let's go shall we?"

It was rare that Miles Edgeworth felt fear, but he certainly felt it now. Though, her demeanor was currently holding a cute smile, the tightening grip on his arm made him worry that the circulation would cut out at any minute.

He hoped this farce wouldn't last long. As soon as they found Jake, he'd excuse himself. But his hopes were trampled when they returned to the back of the outhouse and found nary a soul.

"But, where could they be now?" he had hoped that Lyn managed to clear things up with the cop to let him free, but he wouldn't have a clue as to where they went off to if it wasn't to the jail.

"Well, I suppose, we just have to look, don't we, sugar?"

He wished he could gag at her use of pet names but he had already spent most of his energy release on deadly fumes from that can of beans.

Thus, Angel continued to drag him around like she were showing off her most prized possession.

"God, can't you look a little more enthused?" she snapped.

"You wanted a 'boyfriend'. You never once specified a happy one."

"Well, get it together! I'll find that old witch if you don't make it convincing."

Nrgh...This was truly one of the worst days of his life.

The two of them wandered around pretending to be happy for a good 30 minutes. Until they discovered an interesting sight.

"There! He's over there!" Angel nearly screeched in his ear.

The man was returning from a food stand back over to the mechanical bull ride attraction where Lyn was waiting. The girl was happily watching the poor man on the bull fall off over and over, laughing sadistically at his plight. The man said said something to her that caught her attention as he passed her the popcorn. She looked surprised, as he said whatever it was he said, and then returned to watching the bull rides. The cowboy simply smiled and ruffled her hair.

What the hell? Why was Jake getting friendly with her like that? Miles wasn't a jealous man, or so he liked to tell himself, but the display aggravated him greatly. Who did this guy think he was? Locking him in that cartoon jail cell and then practically going on a date with his girlfriend, which is what Miles was supposed to be doing in the first place. And why was she going along with it? Why was she not trying to help get him out of the jail cell he was wrongly thrown into?

Before he had time to fully comprehend the scene in front of him, Angel yelled across the crowd. "Heeeeeey Jake!"

"What are you doing?" he asked lowly, nervous of what was coming next. Something had to follow such a brash move on her part. She now had the cowboy's attention. As Miles was about to ask again what was her plan, the next thing he knew, Angel pressed her large breasts up against his chest and kissed him roughly against the lips.

"Mmph!"

She pulled away from Miles, turning her attention back to Jake. "I have a new boyfriend, isn't he great?!"

Miles wiped the slimy cherry lipgloss off of his lips. There was only one way to describe that and it was simply foul. But it wasn't the only thing that was foul. Across the way the cowboy cop glaring at him. And what's more was that Lyn looked at him eyes as wide as saucers, slowly moving from shock to anger.

Oh, Jesus...

It was then he knew this day had moved from bad to worse.

Lyn was darting over there, around the stage area, right up to them. Marshall was following along behind her, but not nearly as fast. She pushed her way past other customers, marched directly up to them without breaking a sweat.

"Hey, what the hell did you say? That that's YOUR boyfriend?! He's mine!" Though she was shorter than Starr, it looked like Lyn could somehow tower over her, or perhaps it was just a projection of her anger rising up.

"Hm? That's your partner you mentioned? I'm surprised in your taste, honestly," Angel said looking at Miles. "Why not go for a real woman?"

Before Miles could open his mouth, Lyn snapped back.

"Excuse me? I'm right here, you cheap whore!"

"You little brat...If there's anything I am it's certainly not cheap!"

Without so much as a thought, Lyn reeled up her leg and kicked Angel right in the shin.

"Ack!" she winced. It had to have been a hard kick, considering the woman went right down to the ground.

"Serves you right!" Lyn said as she ran off in the opposite direction, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Lyn, wait!" called Miles.

Dammit. This stupid scheme had created a bigger mess. He was about to chase after her until Marshall appeared in front of him.

"Just what in tarnation is happenin' here?!" he demanded. "Why is Angel kissing you when your supposed to be with that bambina who just ran off?"

"Don't look at me," snapped Miles back. "It was your friend's idea for some kind of asinine ruse to seduce you!"

Marshall turned his attention to Angel, helping her off of the ground. "Is that true, Angel?"

"W-well," she began to sweat. "I want you, Jake!"

He shot an icy glare. "What ya just did was no good! And I already told you I ain't interested!"

"But-"

"Pardner," he said ignoring the cough up queen, who really did look like she was about to cough up something. "go find your lady. She was tellin' me the whole time how much she appreciates how good ya are to her, and I reckon she's hurting mighty bad right after seeing that."

Miles ran off without hesitation, leaving those idiots in the dust.

He wondered if that's what they had been talking about the entire time. Why she looked so happy...not because of Marshall, but because of him. But the prosecutor didn't have time to dwell on it now. He had to figure out where Lyn had gone first.

From the saloon, to the outhouse, the now malfunctioning roller coaster, the bumper cars, tilt a whirl, dunk tank, shooting range...he checked just about everywhere.

Everything except the maze, that is.

This had to be it. She had to be here, unless she had totally left the park somehow. Luckily, for Miles there wasn't a line to enter, so he simply waltzed in. The maze was dark, but had nothing but clear glass, which on occasion became hard to maneuver. But there were only so many ways one could walk through the maze, so Miles did his best to recall all the pathways he had tried moving forward.

Once he figured he was midway through the maze, he heard a faint sobbing. It was coming from the left side...

"Lyn?" he called out as he followed the sound of the voice to eventually reach a crevice in a corner. There she was sitting there with her face buried in her knees.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," he said bending over.

Cautiously, she raised her head up to look at him, but she refused to meet his gaze. "What do you want?"

"I want to explain everything-"

"Please go away," she murmured.

"Lyn..."

Wiping her eyes under her glasses she stood up and tried to walk past him. It was a rather unsuccessful attempt considering she walked right into a mirror wall.

"Grr! Stupid wall! I hate you! All of you," she scowled waving a fist at the glass.

He repressed a laugh. "How long have you been in here?"

"I dunno...A while," she muttered.

He had figured as much. She probably wasn't so much as going through the maze, but being stuck in this corner.

"Would you like to leave?"

The woman nodded.

Miles extended his hand to her, but she only stared at it.

He frowned slightly. "You're not going to stand here all day are you?"

"...I'll find my way out."

"You and I both know you won't," he said. "Please let me explain. If it's not to your liking I'll let you alone. If it is, we'll leave together."

Lyn folded arms. "...Okay."

"I didn't want to have any parts of that..harpy. But she was my only way of the jail cell. I would have most likely endured sitting in there, but a certain stalker of mine worked there, and there was no way I was staying there."

"But why...was she all over you? Why did she say you were her boyfriend? Why did she shove her tongue down your throat?" she frowned.

"It was a part of her foolish idea to win that cowboy over. It was the only way she'd let me out of the cell, unfortunately," he said. "Believe me, I didn't enjoy any of it."

"It's all true...?"

"You know how much I hate lying."

She seemed a little more relieved, but not entirely. But she did trust him. And taking pause from heightened emotions, he knew he wasn't a man whore.

"You believe me, don't you?"

The woman nodded slowly, still wiping her eyes. "It's just...I'm good enough, right?"

He raised a brow. "Good enough for what?"

"To be...your girlfriend," she said nervously. It was something she had legitimate concerns about, as much as she tried to burry it again and again. "That woman didn't believe me. And sometimes I really wonder if I really am g-"

"Lyn," he said gently, pulling her close. "You're not good enough, you're more than enough for me."

At those words, she clung to him tightly, trying to hold back the rest of her tears, but failing miserably.

"There's no need for you to question that ever, especially not over someone like Angel Starr."

They stood like that for some time, her sobs subsiding. He was glad she finally calm. Though, arguably, this whole thing was Lyn's fault to begin with...but out of a kindness he needed to solve this problem first. The day of reckoning would be tomorrow and it was more important right now to ensure her that he wasn't running off with a bimbo who was the town's bicycle.

"Ewwwww," said a boy passing through. "Couples are gross!"

Miles shot the boy a nasty glare that probably would have shattered a mirror if he looked directly at it. The kid scurried out of the way as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Stupid brat, Miles thought.

But he figured it was time to get out of here. He took a step back, giving her one last tender stroke down her arms. "Let's go. The day's not over yet."

Lyn sniffed. "What are we doing now...?" She knew he had every right to be annoyed and want to leave the park after this kind of day.

Oh, Miles hated this stupid park and everything it stood for, but he wasn't going until he did one thing.

"Plotting revenge, what else?"