Disclaimer: I don't own feenie, or any of his friends. Unfortunately.

Note: Thanks for the reviews! Wow, didn't think anyone would really bother reading it… Hehe. Sorry for the short chapter. And unfortunately, my plan for Klaema in this chapter is impossible, so, oh well.

"No." Apollo replied.

"Alright, Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Forehead." Klavier said

"Wait!" Apollo said.

"Hmm?" Klavier said dreamily.

"…Repeat your instructions"

"Get me a date with Fräulein Skye."

Apollo could already feel the Snackoo being launched into his forehead. "Fine… But your promise to give me a signed letter must be fulfilled."

"Ja. Very well, Herr Forehead. I shall have those papers by tomorrow afternoon." Klavier said.

"No! It's Mr. Wright's birthday tomorrow. I need them today." Apollo said.

"Nein, Herr Forehead. Do you know how hard it is to get those?" Klavier said.

"…Your just going to write a note! With your signature. I'm sure that blonde woman in the jungle green jacket would love your signature!" Apollo said.

"Ach! Katherine, anything but that, Herr Forehead. That woman will murder me if I get in any contact with her, or her sister. You see her sister was once mien liebe."

"Fine. I need another person then. Can you get anyone else?" Apollo said.

"I remember this person that Fräulein Skye fawns over. His name is something like Giles Cornerworth, I think." Klavier said.

"I think that's Miles Edgeworth, Gavin." Apollo said.

"Ja. He's over at, ahh… Is this Francesca Von Karma? I think Mr. Wright knows her address."

"Okay, bye."

"Auf Wiedersehen"

Apollo drove back to the Wright Anything Agency.

"Mr. Wright? Do you know any Francesca Von Karma?" Apollo asked.

"Ahh… Franziska, she should be about 26 right now, Yes, I know Franziska." Phoenix said.

"Franziska, right. Where does she live?" Apollo asked.

"Erm. Let me see." He paused and grabbed his address book. He found Franziska's address. "Ah. DiamondStone Condominium, the penthouse there apparently." Phoenix said.

"Thank you, Sir." Apollo said. He walked to the door to go to the Condo.

"Ah. And Apollo, grab me some grape juice while your at it." Phoenix said.

Apollo shuddered, while remembering his first case. He went out and drove.

*Knock, Knock*

"What?" A particularly grumpy Franziska asked.

"I'm Apollo Justi-"

"Ah… Phoenix Wright's foolishly foolish apprentice."

Excuse Me? "Er. Hello, you must be Franzis-"

"Get to the point, fool!" Franziska shouted, preparing the whip beside her.

A WHIP?!?!?!?! "May I come in?"

*WHIP*

"Fool! Did I just not tell you to get to the point?" Franziska shouted.

…Ow, that hurt, Ms. Von Karma… "Is Mr. Edgeworth here?"

"Ahh… Yes, he's finishing the last of the tea from Christmas that those foolishly foolish fools gave me."

I don't think it's polite to call people that gave you something, 'foolishly foolish fools'

*WHIP*

"Ow! What, I didn't say anything!" Apollo said.

"That pout you were making told me everything." Franziska said.

"Can I just see Mr. Edgeworth?" Apollo said.

"Hmph. Fine." Franziska said, then opened the door.

Apollo entered then saw a man with pink clothes.

"It's not pink you know." He said.

"…!"

"In fact it's-"

*WHIP*

"Franziska, that hurts you know. What do you need anyway?" He pointed at Apollo.

"I need a written note by you."

"Why? I don't even know who you are." Miles said.

"He's the foolishly foolish fool, Phoenix Wright's apprentice."

"Ahh… Apollo Justice, was it?"

Apollo nodded.

"Why do you need it, then?" He asked, putting the tea down.

"I need to know any acquaintances, friends, former co-workers, etc. of Mr. Wright."

"Then you don't need the letter."

"What?"

"Ah. I'm an old friend of Phoenix. I'll be glad to help you. For one favor."

"Sure thing."

"Ema, Klavier, the perfect couple, eh? I need you to set them up."

"WHAT!?!?!?!"

"I was kidding. Here are some addresses, and telephone numbers."

"Thank you, sir."

"And one thing. I suppose Phoenix would want this bottle of grape juice for telling you Franziska's address, so get it. And here's my cell phone number." Miles said then handed Apollo a bottle of grape juice and a business card.

"Thank you sir." Apollo said then went out. He rode the elevator down. He stopped at underground garage B. He walked to his car, only stopping once to admire one particular Franziska Von Karma's silver BMW. It was dazzling. But he was fine with the car that Thalassa/ Lamiroir gave him. A black Porsche. She was rich.

Okay, first on the list is, Maya Fey. Kurain Village, eh? I can go there in 30 minutes.

*Crash*

Make that an hour.