The next day goes by uneventfully. Trucy and Pearl call to say they'll be staying at Athena's another night, so Phoenix and Maya both make good use of that time alone. Phoenix swears he's going to have a hard time looking Trucy in the eye whenever she decides to lean against his desk, or set something on the kitchen counter, or sits on any of the couches in either the office or the apartment upstairs. He and Maya clean up after themselves of course, but the fact remains that those places now involve specific memories that will be hard for him to ever forget about.

They make dinner together that night and then head back upstairs at Maya's insistence. She wants to 'make extra sure the bed is good and sturdy' for the rest of the night. He would never admit it to her, but Phoenix really does feel like an old man trying to keep up with her at times.

Phoenix wakes first the next morning, but with Maya practically wrapped around his body, he doesn't try to get up. Instead, he lies still, enjoying the feeling of her skin on his, waiting for her to wake up first.

When she finally does stir, he closes his eyes again and pretends to be asleep. Maya untangles herself from him and sits up in bed. He can feel her fingers skim over the new scar on his bicep a few times, and then she shifts and crawls out of bed.

He rolls onto his side to open his eyes and is greeted by the lovely view of Maya's backside as she stretches her arms above her head, her creamy skin perfect and unflawed in the morning light, dimmed by the curtains over the window. He smiles as she drops her arms and turns to walk towards the bathroom.

She notices him before she goes. "Oh Nick, you're awake."

"Mhm. Just enjoying the view."

She smiles and strikes a pose, and Phoenix laughs. It's more funny than sexy, despite the fact that she's standing there stark naked.

"I was going to take a shower," she says. "Want to join me? It conserves water, you know."

Phoenix groans and sits up. "I guess we better do our part to save the environment, huh?"

Maya nods, smiling and watching appreciatively as Phoenix sits up in bed.

He's about to stand up when his phone rings, startling both of them.

"Don't answer it, Nick," Maya says.

He turns to sit on the edge of the bed and reaches for it on the nightstand to check the caller ID. "It's Edgeworth," he says, turning to her. "I have to answer it."

Maya sighs, but nods understandingly.

Phoenix lifts the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hello, Wright. How are you doing today?"

"Great, actually," Phoenix replies, trying not to let his voice shake too much as Maya jumps onto the bed behind him, jostling them both around.

"Have you heard from Miss Fey yet?"

"Yeah, she's here right now," Phoenix says, feeling Maya wrap her arms around his neck. "She came back yesterday afternoon."

"Hey Mr. Edgeworth!" she calls into the phone, pressing herself into Phoenix's back. He can feel her breasts pressing against him and isn't sure if Maya knows how much she's teasing him or not.

Edgeworth pauses. "What are you two up to?"

"Erm…"

"Wait," Edgeworth says. "I'm sure I don't want to know. I am afraid I'm going to have to ruin whatever fun you're currently having though," he says.

"Why? What happened?"

Edgeworth sighs. "Miss Hott's trial is today. Obviously you and Miss Fey are going to have to testify."

"It's today? That's kind of short notice, don't you think?" Phoenix says. Maya leans over him, pressing her ear against the outside of the phone to try and hear what Edgeworth is saying.

"I'm sorry, Wright, but you know how the court system is. She was released from the hospital yesterday and questioned at the Detention Centre. She's retained her own lawyer, and the trial is set for today. It will start at 2 o'clock in the afternoon."

"What time is it now?" Phoenix asks. He knows it's sometime before noon, but he doesn't currently have his watch on him.

"It's almost 11 am. Be there and be ready. I'm sorry I couldn't notify you sooner."

Phoenix sighs. "It's okay. We'll be there."

He hangs up with Edgeworth and turns around to face Maya. She's sitting back on the bed now; the blankets pulled up to cover herself. "Where will we be?" she asks.

"Molly's trial is today. In three hours. Obviously, we have to go, since I'm the one who's pressing charges against her, and you were the only other witness, plus she also assaulted you."

Maya groans. "I was hoping she'd be in the hospital a little longer after I pummelled her with that bottle."

Phoenix laughs. "Let's consider this a good thing. We can get this done and over with."

Maya sighs. "Yeah, I guess so."

"So?" Phoenix says, trying to cheer her up. "How about that shower?"

Maya can't hide her smile as she jumps out of bed to run to the bathroom.

After showering, Maya dresses in her regular Kurain robes, telling him she's still more comfortable in them, and it'll make her feel less nervous when on the stand. He dresses in his regular blue suit, making sure his attorney's badge is shiny as ever on his lapel, for the same reason.

The closer the time gets to 2 pm, the more nervous he starts to feel. Maya seems to notice this as they wait outside the office for the taxi they've called.

"Nick," she says, entangling their fingers. "We'll be fine. Besides, we both have experience with this, right?"

He swallows. "Yeah, that's the issue. I already know how terrifying it is."

Maya smiles. "Well, just think about how witnesses felt during your old cases when they found out they'd have to answer questions from both you and Edgeworth. That must've been terrifying. Whoever Molly's defense attorney is, I bet he's nowhere near as good as you."

"I don't know. Molly is pretty rich. She can probably afford a pretty good attorney."

Maya squeezes his hand. "More expensive doesn't necessarily mean better. You're proof of that."

"Gee, thanks."

"I'm not trying to make fun of you this time, Nick. You help people even if they can't afford to pay you because you're a good person. You're also a good lawyer. The best lawyer. People who come to you for help are lucky."

He squeezes her hand. "Thank you, Maya. That doesn't make me feel much better about this current case, but thanks."

She giggles and leans against him to continue their wait. They have less than an hour to get to the courthouse now.

The taxi comes a little late, but they make it to the courthouse with a few minutes to spare. It's unusual not having a client or anyone to talk to before the bailiff escorts them both into the courtroom to sit to the side of the room to await their testimonies. Edgeworth is standing at the prosecutor's bench, and Phoenix is surprised to see him there. Edgeworth hadn't mentioned to him before that he was going to prosecute, and it's not often the Chief Prosecutor takes on cases anymore at all, let alone one like this; it's not even a murder.

The courtroom gets quiet as the judge enters and finds his place at the head of the room. It feels strange to Phoenix, sitting to the side of the prosecutor's bench rather than behind the defense's as usual.

The judge bangs his gavel once to quiet the courtroom completely. "Court is now in session for the trial of Miss Molly Hott."

"The prosecution is ready, Your Honour," Edgeworth says.

"The defense is ready, Your Honour," the attorney across the room says. He's older, with grey hair and a grey beard, dressed in a black suit, with square black glasses perched on his nose. Phoenix has never seen him before. He can't tell if he's someone competent, or if Molly has finally run out of luck and has been given a public defender.

"Thank you, Mr. Nomos," the judge says, before glancing over at Edgeworth. "It's good to see you again, Chief Prosecutor. Although, under unfortunate circumstances."

Edgeworth nods. "Yes, I'm not happy to be here, I must admit. But it is my duty to ensure the Prosecutor's Office continues to be a place without corruption, so I felt it was also my duty to prosecute today's case, given our defendant was until recently a prosecutor herself."

The judge nods. "Well then, please give the court your opening statement."

Edgeworth takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to begin, but the defense attorney across the room, Nomos, interrupts. "I need to make a statement first," he says.

The judge looks at him, eyebrows raised. "Normally the prosecution starts the trial."

"Yes, but my client has made a decision that I need the court to be aware of."

"Very well," the judge allows.

"My client, Miss Molly Hott, intends to plead not guilty by reason of insanity. She does admit to the break-in at the Wright Anything Agency, the drugging and sexual assault of Mr. Phoenix Wright, as well as the physical assault of Miss Maya Fey. However, after being seen to by a doctor, it has been determined that Miss Hott suffers from a personality disorder and has been off of her medication for the past month, and was not in a proper state of mind during the time of these crimes.

Without the medication and help she needs she is prone to impulsive behaviour, mood swings, and attention seeking, to name only a few symptoms. Unfortunately, Phoenix Wright came into her life at the wrong time, and it ended badly for both of them.

Knowing this, Miss Hott admits her guilt, but pleads that the court takes mercy on her so she can get the help she needs, rather than be sent to prison."

Edgeworth blinks as Nomos finishes. He turns his head slightly to look at Phoenix. Phoenix doesn't know how to react, so he keeps his face a blank mask, but Maya reaches over and grasps his hand, tightening her fingers around it. Phoenix chances a glance at her, only to find her scowling. She's clearly not happy with this, most likely believing it to be another trick by Molly.

The judge looks surprised as well. It's not often a defendant pleads insanity. Looking at Molly though, seated in the defendant's chair in that frumpy detention centre uniform, no makeup and hair limp and staring blankly at the floor, Phoenix almost feels sorry for her. At the very least, he believes that she's not in a good state of mind right now.

"Very well," the judge says. "We do still need to have a trial to determine whether this insanity plea is viable, though. Prosecutor Edgeworth, will you call your first witness?"

Edgeworth nods. "Before that, I would like to submit a few pieces of evidence. I believe they may show that Miss Hott did indeed plan this attack and that it was not simply an impulse decision. First, this suit jacket we found in her apartment. The court may or may not be aware of Phoenix Wright's involvement in a bank robbery that happened not far from his law office. He was shot, and Miss Hott happened to be there at the same time. She drove him to the hospital. At some point, she got her hands on Mr. Wright's suit jacket and had kept it with her for at least a week." He pulls Phoenix's blue suit jacket out of a plastic bag and lays it on the bench.

"Secondly, we have DNA and fingerprint evidence from Miss Hott's break-in at the Wright Anything Agency. The most damning evidence being that of bodily fluid found in Mr. Wright's bed, indicating Miss Hott stayed at the agency long enough to pleasure herself in the bed, and possibly sleep there, before leaving. She also went through the office and apartment and destroyed multiple pictures of Mr. Wright's." This time Edgeworth takes out a manila folder, most likely with the DNA reports inside.

"And lastly, we have records from the Gatewater Hotel across the street from the Wright Anything Agency showing that Miss Hott had rented a room there for at least a whole week before Mr. Wright's assault. She was watching the Wright Anything Agency, watching him and his daughter as well as his employee, and waiting for her chance to break in. I believe this does show that she knew what she was doing and planned it out beforehand."

The judge nods seriously. "All of this evidence will indeed be taken into consideration. Now, would you like to call a witness?"

Edgeworth nods. "Yes. The first witness is the victim himself, Phoenix Wright."

Phoenix takes a deep breath and stands up to move to the witness stand. The last time he had to stand here was only two years ago, when he'd been accused of murdering Zak Gramarye, and he'd been hoping that would be the last time he'd have to do this. At least this time he isn't the accused.

"Mr. Wright," Edgeworth starts. "Please tell us what happened the day you visited Miss Hott at her apartment."

Phoenix nods and launches into his account of the events. Unfortunately, his memory is limited, and he has to stop after telling the court that he'd shown up at Molly's apartment after receiving the phone call from her. He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

"That's all?" the judge asks.

Phoenix looks up at him. "I can't remember anything further, Your Honour."

"Mr. Wright was drugged, Your Honour. I submit this wine glass into evidence," Edgeworth says, picking up a wine glass from under the bench and placing it on the table. "It has been analyzed and was found to have traces of the date rape drug Rohypnol in it."

"That's illegal and very difficult to get in the United States these days, Prosecutor Edgeworth," the judge says.

Edgeworth nods seriously. "Yes, but unfortunately for Mr. Wright, Molly did have the wits about her to order the pills from a supplier online a few days before allowing Mr. Wright into her apartment. We have evidence of this on her computer."

The judge nods. "Would you like to cross-examine the witness, Mr. Nomos?"

"I would."

"Proceed."

Phoenix turns to look at the attorney, who slides his dark glasses up his nose. "Mr. Wright. Would you mind telling me the reason you went to Miss Hott's apartment in the first place?"

"I went because I was trying to help her."

"Help her with what?"

"I thought she had some sort of problem and that she needed help, from a doctor specifically," Phoenix clarifies. "I was hoping she would voluntarily come with me to see one."

"Do you not think that going alone to your stalker's apartment building may have given her the wrong impression, in her already fragile state of mind?"

Phoenix swallows. "I didn't think about it, and I didn't realize how serious her issues were."

The attorney nods. "Miss Hott was stalking you and broke into your apartment, and yet you say you wanted to help her. So you did have knowledge of her condition."

"It was a guess. She wasn't acting normally. When I first met her, she was flirty and too pushy, but I didn't get the impression that she would escalate to breaking into my apartment or drugging me. After the break-in, I figured there was something wrong with her."

"Hm. Very well then. I would ask that the judge takes into consideration my client's frame of mind at the time, and Mr. Wright's decision to visit her home alone despite his knowledge of her mental health. Also, Mr. Wright does seem to believe that my client has mental health issues, despite what the prosecution says."

The judge nods.

"Mr. Wright," Edgeworth says. "You're dismissed."

Phoenix leaves the stand and goes back over to sit beside Maya, who looks at him sympathetically. So Nomos's defense is to blame him for enabling Molly's actions? Phoenix's hands tighten into fists as he sits back down. One thing he knows is that none of this is his fault. He hadn't meant to undermine Edgeworth's argument either, but he couldn't make himself lie about his reason for wanting to go to her apartment.

"I would like to call Maya Fey to the stand next," Edgeworth says. "She was the one who found Mr. Wright and fought off Miss Hott to protect him."

Maya gets up, looking much more comfortable and confident than Phoenix had. He supposes she is used to this by now. Maya doesn't even look at Molly as she walks by her and straight onto the witness stand.

"Miss Fey," Edgeworth says. "Please tell us what happened that night."

Maya nods determinedly and starts to speak, starting with the fact that she couldn't find Phoenix and that he'd been gone for hours before she started to suspect anything was wrong. It makes Phoenix feel bad all over again for putting her through that. Maya goes on to describe going to Molly's apartment and barging in, only to find Phoenix unconscious on Molly's bed. She also describes the lipstick marks she found on his skin, and Phoenix can practically feel his skin crawling at her description. He knew Molly had assaulted him with 'inappropriate kissing', but Edgeworth hadn't told him that detail.

Maya continues, describing everything, including their fight, in great detail. She lifts the sleeve of her purple shawl to show off her stitches, and mentions the bruising on her hip, though the judge says he doesn't need to see it.

When she's done, Nomos steps forward.

"Miss Fey, please describe your relationship to Mr. Wright."

Maya blinks. "I'm his girlfriend."

"How long have you two been dating?"

Maya looks down at the floor, thinking for a second before answering. "A few months."

Nomos raises an eyebrow. "My client has told me that Mr. Wright told her you two were not dating until only a week or so ago, and instead were only pretending before then to deter her. Is that right?"

Maya looks surprised, as does Phoenix. He has no recollection of telling Molly anything like that. Clearly, he'd still been conscious for a while before the drugs had knocked him out completely.

"W—Well," Maya says. "Fine. We weren't dating when we told Miss Hott we were. We only said that so she'd stop bothering Nick—er, Mr. Wright—about dating her. We just wanted to get her off his back, but she wouldn't take no for an answer, and we kept running into her everywhere. Stuff not related to her happened, and we figured out we do have feelings for each other, and now here we are."

Nomos nods. "This has nothing to do with the crime at hand," he says, looking up at the judge, "I want the judge to note that Miss Fey has been proven to lie on the stand, but hers is the only account we have of what happened that night. Take her words with a grain of salt."

Maya turns red, but doesn't quiet down. "Whether or not I was with Nick before I said I was makes no difference anyway! Molly tried to rape him and only didn't because I showed up. She might be mentally ill, but she was still smart enough to somehow get illegal drugs into the country and plan a break-in, then decide to use the drugs on him when he told her he was coming to her home. Doesn't sound like she was completely out of it to me! She's a menace to society and should be locked away for good!"

The judge bangs his gavel. "That's enough, Miss Fey. You are not a doctor and can't comment about the mental illnesses Miss Hott may have."

Maya looks defiantly over at Nomos again and ignores the judge. "You trying to blame Nick for this is disgusting, just so you know. You should be ashamed. What if Nick were a woman?! Would you be saying he deserved it because he drank some wine and was wearing some nice fitting jeans?!"

Nomos blinks at her, and the judge bangs his gavel again. Maya is quiet this time as the judge scolds her. Edgeworth sighs and dismisses her once she's had her talking to. It's Phoenix's turn to smile sympathetically at her as she comes to sit back down. He does appreciate her enthusiasm, but he'd rather not have her thrown out for contempt of court at the moment.

"I have one more witness, Your Honour," Edgeworth says.

"Please go ahead and call them, Mr. Edgeworth."

"The doctor who examined Mr. Wright at the hospital the night he was found. Dr. Aegle, if you would."

Phoenix turns to see the doctor who'd spoken to him at the hospital being led to the stand by a bailiff. He stands and gives his name, and waits to be questioned. It's an uncomfortable moment for Phoenix, hearing about what they did to examine him to determine that he hadn't been raped. He's glad he was unconscious for it at the time, but he wishes now that someone would have told him before he had to hear it in court.

The doctor confirms the drugs in his system and that there were indeed lipstick marks on Phoenix's body. Edgeworth states that the saliva swabs taken from them came back with Molly's DNA.

Nomos decides not to cross-examine the doctor, and he leaves the stand after only a few minutes.

The next witness called is another doctor, this time Molly's. He takes the stand and gives his name.

"Doctor, would you please give us a run down of Miss Hott's symptoms and the consequences of her not being on her medication?" Nomos asks.

He nods. "Miss Hott has a combination of personality disorders that, when combined and when off of her meds, can cause all sorts of symptoms. In Miss Hott's case, narcissism is the main factor. She believes herself to be above others; she believes others should love her or that she deserves attention from the people she attaches herself to. The fact that Mr. Wright continually rejected her most likely only made her mental state decline further. Without her medication or therapy, it is most definitely possible for her to become more impulsive, have more intense mood swings, and be more willing to put her own career in danger to commit certain crimes."

"Do you believe that Miss Hott's mental state was the reason for her crimes?"

The doctor nods. "In this case, I do think that Mr. Wright's rejection of her after she convinced herself that he was—or at least should have been—in love with her, caused a mental break and that she wasn't in her right mind when committing these crimes."

"What about the fact that she managed to plan a break-in, and purchase drugs?" Edgeworth asks.

Nomos speaks up instead. "My client states that the break-in was in fact not planned but an impulse decision."

"That still doesn't explain the drugs."

"Also an impulse buy."

"Objection," Edgeworth says. "She may have decided to buy them at random, but she still had to have planned to put them in the wine glass before Mr. Wright went to her apartment that night, or he would have seen her doing it."

"Mr. Wright cannot remember the night of the assault," Nomos says, smirking. "And Miss Fey only showed up after he had already been drugged. You can't prove exactly when or how Miss Hott went about adding the drugs to the wine."

Edgeworth grimaces, but Nomos is right. No one except Molly herself knows what happened in the moments after Phoenix arrived and before Maya showed up later.

"My client will also not be testifying," Nomos says. "Due to her fragile state of mind at the moment, it was deemed not safe for her. I have nothing more to add, Your Honour."

The judge nods. "And you, Mr. Edgeworth?"

Edgeworth shakes his head. "Nothing, Your Honour."

"Good." He bangs his gavel. "We will take a fifteen-minute recess before I announce the verdict. I would like to think over these testimonies and evidence before giving a verdict."

A bailiff comes forward to lead Molly out of the courtroom and into the defendant's lobby. She lifts her eyes for only a second as she passes, and Phoenix can see they're glazed over. He's willing to bet she's back on medication. He's not a doctor, but after being off of them for so long, she's probably in a fog right now.

Phoenix doesn't feel like getting up to leave the courtroom for the recess and stays seated. The testimonies hadn't taken much longer than two hours altogether, but he feels mentally tired. He just wants this to be over with, so he can go on with his life.

Maya turns in her chair towards him and reaches over to take his hand. "It'll be over soon, Nick," she says, almost as if reading his mind.

"I know."

Maya lets go of his hand and crosses her arms. "I can't believe that defense attorney. He was trying to pin the blame on you."

"Yeah. It's his job, I guess."

"Hmph. You wouldn't have done it that way."

He wouldn't have defended Molly to begin with. He knows that most defense attorneys take on cases simply to make sure their clients have a fair trial, whether or not they're guilty or innocent, but he's never felt good about helping guilty people, and he has a secret weapon anyway. His magatama. He knows it's not foolproof, the Engarde case reminds him of that every time he uses it, even all these years later, but for the most part, the magatama he keeps in his desk drawer has always helped him determine whether or not to take a client's case.

At the same time, he isn't really sure what he wants the outcome of this trial to be. Molly for sure isn't innocent, but is she really guilty? If she truly wasn't completely in control of her actions, he's not sure he can fully blame her for what she did. All his anger and hate for her has seemingly fizzled out over the past two days, and now all he cares about is that she's out of his life. At least it's guaranteed that she'll be going away somewhere for at least a little while, but the question is where, and for how long?

Edgeworth is quiet as he stands at the prosecutor's bench, and Maya goes quiet sitting in her chair while they wait for the recess to end.

After what feels like the longest fifteen minutes of Phoenix's life, the judge finally reappears and calls everyone back into the courtroom. Molly is brought in by another bailiff and Nomos takes his spot behind the defense's bench again.

The judge sits down and waits for the courtroom to quiet down.

"I have reached a verdict for Miss Hott," he says.

Maya reaches over to take Phoenix's hand, squeezing it comfortingly. Molly stands up and is led to the witness stand by a bailiff.

The judge continues. "I find the defendant, Miss Molly Hott, not guilty by reason of insanity. Miss Hott, you will be involuntarily committed to a psychiatric hospital to undergo treatment until it is determined that you are no longer a threat to society."

Molly says nothing as the verdict is read. She doesn't look happy, but she doesn't look sad either. She just barely nods her understanding, and the bailiff leads her away again.

The judge bangs his gavel. "Court is adjourned."

Beside him, Maya is saying something, but Phoenix isn't able to pay her any attention. He feels like he should be disappointed in the outcome of the trial, but strangely he isn't. All he feels is relief. It's over. It's finally over. Molly can get help, and he and Maya will be free of her. It feels like the weight he's been carrying around for the past three weeks has finally been lifted off his shoulders.

He stands up and starts heading for the door. Maya follows hurriedly behind him, with Edgeworth in tow.

Out in the lobby, Molly hasn't yet been taken away. She glances up at him when he emerges from the courtroom, and Phoenix stops in his tracks. Maya peeks around him, and when she sees Molly, she steps up beside him, taking hold of his arm protectively.

He might not hate her anymore, but that doesn't mean he has any desire to talk to her or see her. Thankfully she says nothing to him. She glances at Maya, who glares at her, and then lowers her eyes to the floor again. It's impossible to tell what she might be thinking. When the bailiff finally escorts her away, Phoenix breathes a sigh of relief.

Maya turns to him. "Are you okay, Nick?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"But what about the verdict?"

"It is what it is," he says.

Maya puts her hands on her hips. "I don't know, Nick… What if she's just faking it?"

He shrugs. "The doctor seemed to think it was legitimate."

Maya looks down at the floor. "Still. She's not even going to jail for what she did to you. She'll go to some hospital and in a few months when they need more space they'll say she's better and release her. Who's to say she won't come back and this will all start again?"

Phoenix takes her by the shoulders and pulls her away from the doors. Edgeworth glances at them but seems to understand they need some space, and stays where he is.

Phoenix looks at her. "I know you're disappointed with the outcome of the trial, Maya, but it's for the best. Molly can get the help she needs in there. Besides, does it really matter? She's out of our lives. We're free of her, and we can finally start our life together without worrying that she's going to show up and ruin it, at least for now. So let's just relax for a bit. If the time comes when she is released, we'll deal with it then."

Maya meets his eyes, and Phoenix smiles at her. "I would say I want to forget that any of this happened, but that's not exactly true," he says. "Without Molly, I never would have realized how I felt about you. Of course, I could have done without the stalking, or the drugging, or the break-in, but even that was worth it to spend the rest of my life with you."

Maya smiles and nods. "You're right. It was all worth it, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." He leans down to kiss her softly, running his fingers through her silky hair. When she pulls away, Phoenix looks over her head to glance at Edgeworth. He's staring down at his phone, clearly trying to ignore the public display of affection going on across the room.

"Edgeworth?"

He looks up. "Yes?"

"Thanks for prosecuting today."

"Oh, of course. As I said, it's my duty to ensure the Prosecutor's Office stays on track. We can't have people like Molly working for us. I am sorry about the verdict though."

Phoenix shrugs. "I was just telling Maya that I'm fine with it. She's out of my life for now, and that's all that matters to me."

Edgeworth nods. "Well, will you two need a ride home?"

Maya glances up at Phoenix. "No, Mr. Edgeworth. We'll walk."

Edgeworth nods. "Very well, then. I'll be heading home myself then. You two have a good evening."

They both smile at Edgeworth as he walks away, and Phoenix slips an arm around Maya's shoulders as they start to head toward the exit themselves. "Let's go home, Maya. I have a law office to finally re-open."

Maya wraps her arm around his waist. "Home, huh? I like the sound of that."

A/N: Well, this is technically like the last chapter of the main story, but there is going to be an epilogue after this one. Also, I did a lot of research for this chapter so I hope I don't accidentally offend anyone.