From 4/2014

Fulbright paced nervously in the elevator. He'd been summoned to the chief prosecutor's office to face Prosecutor Edgeworth himself. He had a strong suspicion that he knew what this was about, considering he hadn't restricted Blackquill's access to the phone at all.

The elevator dinged open and Fulbright pulled off his glasses and placed them in his coat pocket as he cautiously stepped into the hallway. All that separated him from his fate was a towering set of wooden doors, which he slowly pushed open.

A man, who Fulbright assumed was the chief prosecutor, in a red suit stood staring out the window.

"Uh, Prosecutor Edgeworth? Sir?" he asked nervously, announcing his presence, letting the doors swing closed behind him.

The other man turned around. "Ah. Detective Fulbright, is it?" he asked, delicately placing a teacup and saucer on the desk as he sat in the chair. "I've been expecting you."

Fulbright swallowed past the lump in his throat. "Y-yes, sir," he answered as the prosecutor scanned him with his gaze. He felt like he was on the witness stand with the intensity Edgeworth was watching him.

"I'm sure you know why you were called here," the prosecutor stated, his face revealing nothing.

"Not really, sir." Fulbright tried to offer a sheepish smile, but it came out closer to a grimace. He had his suspicions what this related to, but he knew better than to admit anything.

Edgeworth turned his head, the light flashing off his glasses. "It has to do with Prosecutor Simon Blackquill, who I understand you recently...acquired."

Fulbright felt his stomach clench. Edgeworth knew about Simon, and there was no scenario he could conceive of where this did not end poorly for him.

"Yes, sir?"

"What exactly do you intend to do with him?" Edgeworth asked, his face betraying nothing.

"U-um," Fulbright stammered as Edgeworth's gaze drilled into him. "Nothing really." The prosecutor raised an eyebrow, but remain silent. "He was going to be executed soon and I...I couldn't let that happen..." Fulbright's eyes dropped to the floor as he murmured, "It wouldn't have been just."

Edgeworth tilted his head. "How so?" He asked coolly. "The man was convicted of murder."

Fulbright jerked upright at that accusation. "But that's just it, sir!" he exclaimed. "I don't think he's guilty!"

A small smile appeared on the prosecutor's face. "Well then, it seems we are in agreement, detective."

Fulbright released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"In fact," the prosecutor continued, "I'd been thinking about assigning him a few cases here and there. And in that case he will need a detective working with him..." He let the last sentence trail off, leaving the hint of a suggestion.