A/N: Wow, these are ridiculously short! That's ok, though! Read and Review!

Phoenix Wright looked around stealthily and was leaning toward his bottle of grape juice when he was interrupted by a small cough from the doorway. "Phoenix Wright," said a familiar voice. He quickly collapsed back onto the bed, straightening his beanie.

"Madeline Brent, it's been too long," he said.

The woman moved into the light. "Yes, it's been what? Seven years?" There was a bit of an edge in her voice.

"I believe it has. You haven't changed a bit," he said. Madeline sat down in the visitor's chair, gray eyes unreadable.

"Is that an insult or a compliment?" she asked, letting her guard down a bit.

He chose not to answer. "So where have you been?"

Apollo and Trucy stopped outside the door upon hearing the voices inside. "Polly, it's the lady from earlier!" Trucy hissed to him.

"Normally, I wouldn't eavesdrop, but it may be the only way we can find out who this person is," Apollo responded.

"Then let's do it!" Trucy said, (too happily, Apollo thought) and the two shrunk behind the door as Mr. Wright said, "So where have you been?"

Madeline laughed. "Oh, here and there. Europe mostly."

"And what made you come back?" Phoenix asked.

She looked away. "I decided I'd spent enough time running. I knew I needed to talk to you, and Miles…well, he could see it too. I haven't been the same since…that trial." Her speech was becoming more and more broken and she still avoided his eyes.

Apollo sat back in surprise. Could she possibly mean Phoenix Wright's last trial, seven years ago? What role did she play in it?

Madeline sat back, eyes tearing up a little. "I just-hold it," she said, eyes zeroing in on the door, specifically on the brown spikes that were sticking out. "Like mentor, like apprentice," she said in amusement, pulling the door open. Apollo and Trucy fell into the room, landing awkwardly at Madeline's feet. "When I said I'd see you again, Mr. Justice, I didn't expect it to be quite so soon."

"Hi," Apollo said, getting up and brushing himself off, face a flaming crimson. "See, Trucy, I told you it wasn't a good idea."

Trucy jumped to her feet, outraged. "Polly! It wasn't my idea!"

Phoenix laughed. "Ha ha ha. You've met already?"

"I stopped by the office this morning to look for you," she said, all business. "I deduced he was your apprentice because of the suit and the spikey hair, of course." Apollo looked closer. Was that a gleam of…laughter in her eyes?

"Are those really the only characteristics of a lawyer?" Phoenix asked.

"The first, at least," she replied, raising an eyebrow and, for the first time, a true smile lit up her face.

"Excuse me," Apollo interrupted sheepishly, "but I still have no idea who you are."

"Ah, I didn't introduce myself this morning, did I?" She extended her hand to Apollo. "Madeline Brent…Prosecutor."

I know the lines are annoying, but there has to be some way to distinguish who I'm talking about! Next ones will be longer...I hope.

Edit: Good news and bad news. I had some inspiration and I know (kind of) where this is going! Bad news: I have no idea how to get there.