Holy cow. I am so sorry. It's just along with school, exams, college, life in general as well as a massive writer's block, this took a while to piece together. Also I was lazy.

I actually have other chapters written out before this one, and I debated with my, myself, and I to whether or not I should submit them out of order. But I've already done the first four in order so there's no going back now.

Chapter 5: Mia

The Fey family was known for channeling the dead, but Mia Fey was a bonafide lawyer. After taking in Phoenix Wright as her client and winning the case, she was back in the groove after taking a year long break after that fairly...traumatic first trial.

And now that Phoenix Wright has graduated with his law degree, she was ready to take him under her wing. Phoenix, as she had noticed over the last four years, his demeanor has evened out. He was more cautious of people around him, and he was not as naive as he used to be. Perhaps it was just the fact that he was under Dahlia's grip that had caused him to act in such a way? Was it the medicine? Mia contemplated in turning to another brand of medicine the next time she got a cold. Soon, there was a knock on the office door.

The visitor in reality turned out not to be a visitor, but an employee. Phoenix Wright's first day on the job anb and he was blaring to go.

"Good morning, Chief!" he eagerly greeted his boss. Mia smiled at the name. Chief. She liked that.

Using her desk to straighten her papers, Mia greeted her employee with a radiant smile, "Good morning to you too, Phoenix."

"I'm not late, am I?" Phoenix asked, floundering a bit on his words. Now that Mia got a better look at his face, there was a tint of red on his cheeks. It took him four tries to successfully take of his jacket to put on the coatrack. At least he didn't knock it over like the first time he visited. Never had Mia heard so many "sorrys" in a row in such rapid rounds.

"Not that I can tell. You're actually early. Were you expecting to be late, Phoenix?"

"N-no! It's just, I couldn't hail a cab at all and the bus station was at an obscure corner. And...I got lost," he admitted. Mia simply smiled at Phoenix. He returned it.

And suddenly with a swift motion and a giant thud later, a few particles of dust scattered, causing Phoenix to sneeze and cough.

"Let's get to work," his boss chirped sweetly. Now, Phoenix would have jumped at the opportunity to help chief with the paperwork. But that. That giant leering tower of paper and ink, was way, way too much.

"I heard the bathroom needed cleaning, I'll start cleaning the toilet, cleanliness is close to godliness!" Phoenix ushered quickly and loudly, storming in the direction of the porcelain throne.

"Wai-Phoenix! You're a lawyer now, not a-" Mia sighed. "Never mind". He'll come around. There's only so much scrubbing you can do before you get tired of it, afterall.

After a few moments of silence, Phoenix returned. The stacks of papers that awaited for him barely deteriorated in size. The phone rang and before the rookie could even have a chance at another distraction, his boss picked it up. She nodded towards the pile before her, and all Phoenix could do was give in. It was his job after all, not matter how tedious the paperwork was.

Mia held the phone in place between her ear and shoulder as she got out a legal pad and one of the many pens that littered her desk.

"Mhmm...yes...of course...I see," she continued. Phoenix knew that it was a client on the phone - who else would call? But would chief accept it was the question. If Mia was still talking to the person on the other end for this long, surely so, right?

Phoenix's head perked up as he heard the phone returning to its original placement.

"So what's the verdict, chief?" Phoenix asked expectantly.

"Innocent, I suppose. Murder. Perfect for practice," she replied. Mia tapped her forefinger against her lips, gazing off into the distance, as if lost in thought.

"That's not something you hear everyday," Phoenix laughed nervously. Sure, there was a lot of murders that happened in Los Angeles. It is a big city, after all. What the raven didn't get was how in the hell did all of Mia's cases ended up being of the defending the accused of murder caliber?

"Hey, you coming or staying, Phoenix?" Mia's voiced broke him out of his train of thought. Shaking his head, he murmured an apology before retrieving his coat. They had a client to defend. And here he thought that his first day was just going to be a slow one.

Surprisingly, It wasn't hard to hail a cab. The driver waved them a hello before slowing down switching lanes to get to them. He rolled down the passenger window with a smile.

"Where are you fine folks heading off to today?"

"The detention center, if that's okay," Mia smiled at him.

"Lawyers, huh? Or visiting family?"

"Well, now that's a secret," she hummed playfully.

"I like you," the driver laughed. "Come on in."

There was a drunken man - in bright daylight! - that pushed Mia aside from the taxi door, calling her a less than flattering term for a woman.

"Hey!" Phoenix shouted at the man. The man however, flipped them off as he closed the side door. The taxi driver shrugged at the two lawyers before before driving off. "You get back here, you thief!"

Phoenix wanted to curse at the man, but Mia grabbed him by the upper arm.

"It's okay, Phoenix. The guy reeked of alcohol, he's not worth it. We'll just get another one."

In the cab ride to the center, Phoenix kept bouncing his leg. His brow in a crease, constantly remembering the rude man that was...so rude.

Winifred Days, or as all her friends call her, Wednesday, looked simply petrified behind that glass wall at the detention center. Now she has one less friend and all the evidence in the world has pointed towards her as she tried to prevent her puffy eyes from crying again.

"Please," the young woman pleaded. "I didn't do it, I would never...I would never hurt - let alone kill - Tuesday. She was like a sister to me." Her blonde locks bobbed up and down in response to her constant movements of her body. Her eyes attempted to practically squeeze all of the tears out. Phoenix and Mia had just sat down across of their client, and Wednesday had already used at least twenty sheets of tissues.

Trixie Pallone, who also had the nickname of Tuesday among her friends, was a young woman. In the same grade as Wednesday, the two were close for years and years. So close, even the bad blood between their families could pull them apart.

"Sometimes, not even blood can prevent people from killing," Phoenix muttered under his breath, only to receive a well timed elbow slam into the side of his body. The impact made him cringe slightly, but he refrained from screaming his pain out. There's always a line to how loud you can be at the detention center. The guard stared at them with skeptical eyes before staring off into the distance again.

Even though it didn't hurt all that much, and he understood why Mia had done so, for some reason he got really angry. The woman before them looked super sensitive, as well as on the verge of breaking down. A comment like Phoenix's could have derailed her into oblivion and the real waterworks would have started to flow. And that would make the whole situation harder on the lawyers than it already was. But it wasn't like she could have heard him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. And he had no idea why.

"-ame home and she was just there, dead on the sofa we just bought together," Wednesday sobbed. Phoenix bit his lip, crap I wasn't paying attention, he thought. "I called the police, but then I got arrested in the process."

"We believe you, what else did you see, Miss Days?" Mia calmly replied to their client's story.

"I-I don't know-" she sniffed.

"What were the conditions of the apartment?" Mia tried again.

"Well," Wednesday sniffed again. All this sniffing and crying was getting under his skin. Phoenix was usually a very patient man, but this was getting irritating fast. And that also started to fester a small amount of fear inside him. It was so unlike the blue lawyer to develop this type of anger - towards a client no less - and the unknown of how or why this was happening scared him. In return the fear of not knowing angered him more. The cycle continued, fear, anger, fear, anger. But it all happened silently as Mia continued to talk to Wednesday.

"Phoenix, are you okay?"

"C-chief?" Phoenix stammered. Mia's voice broke him out of his concentration. He was suppose to be focused on the investigation, after all.

"You look a bit pale-" Mia started to reach out for his shoulder, when he suddenly whacked it away.

"I'm fine!" he shouted. The realization of his actions hit him immediately as he did it. "Sorry, chief."

The sudden burst from her employee shocked Mia, but she soon recomposed herself to continue prodding the potential murderer in front of her.

"At around what time did this all happen?"

"I already...told you..." Wednesday said between every sniffle and sob, "the...evening...two days ago."

"She meant specifically, Miss Days!" Phoenix practically growled towards her. This time, however, Wednesday could in fact hear him and flinched. The sudden animosity towards her made the blonde freeze up.

"Phoenix!" Mia scolded.

"N-no..he's right," Wednesday said quietly. "I left work around five, but because of some business I needed to attend to, I couldn't get home until 6:00, 6:15, even though it is just a fifteen minute drive back home. They arrived around 6:30."

"The police received your call at 7:18, Miss Days," Mia told her.

"Are you lying to us, Miss Days?" Phoenix said. His voice was getting more aggressive. Wednesday sank back into her seat.

"I-I don't know," she sobbed. But Wednesday was too far away from the microphone, and so it was barely audible for the other side of the glass to hear. This alone was enough to tick Phoenix off even more. Before he knew it, Phoenix grabbed the neck of the long microphone and shouted into the head.

"Did you lie to us, Miss Days?" Phoenix said.

Wednesday covered her ears and started to cry again, "I don't know!"

"Phoenix, get off the mic!" Mia hissed. She wrestled the microphone out of Phoenix's hands. He let her.

"It looks like I actually don't feel that well, please excuse me. Chief, Miss Days. I apologize," Phoenix said before he got out and almost bolted right outside. Mia blinked in surprise at the sudden change of character in her employee, but she still had an interrogation to complete.

Outside, the Los Angeles air cleared his head. His heart had stopped hammering and the memory of his actions started to creep back into his head. Simply recalling his actions embarrassed him, but the effect he had on Wednesday made him want to crawl into a hole and die. He was sitting on the steps outside of the detention center, knees up, his head in his hands, wanting to disappear.

"You want to explain to me what that was back there?" Phoenix looked up to see his boss, furrowed brows, stern frown. Narrowed eyes. Uh oh.

"I'm sorry, Chief, it won't happen again," Phoenix said has he stiffly stood up.

Mia sighed, "This isn't like you, Phoenix. Blowing a fuse like that."

"I know...I'll try to keep it under control."

"You better," she said. The crease in her brow lessened, but only a little bit.

The taxi they took to the Days-Pallone apartments was the original driver that they met up with before.

"Wow, this complex sure is popular today."

"What do you mean, Jerry?" Mia questioned. Jerry Tran was their driver, or so it says on the license that was glued to the back of his chair.

"The drunk guy this morning, the one that pushed you aside - sorry about that by the way - went there too."

"Why?" Phoenix asked.

"Hey buddy, I'm a driver not a psychic. But maybe you'll bump into him."

"That'll be a blast," Phoenix said.

"Oh, you gonna deck him in the schnoz? You should, after he treated your woman like that."

"She's not my woman!" Phoenix blushed. Mia started to laugh.

"I'm his boss," Mia explained. "But knowing you, Jerry, a whole nother scenario probably popped into your mind, now didn't it?"

"C-Chief!" Phoenix sputtered, his face burning up. The taxi driver laughed - more of a guffaw really.

"Oh man Miss Fey, you make me feel young again."

"Please, Jerry. You look no more than thirty. And call me Mia."

"Oki doki, Mama Mia. After you're done with your case or whatever you attorneys call it, mind having a coffee with little old me?"

"You're hardly little, but I'd be delighted," she smiled.

"Where have you been all my life. Oh and Buddy, man, Phoenix Wright? That's some name you got there."

"At least then you'll know I'll always be right..." Phoenix lingered at words the moment he finished his sentence. He held his tongue down. Agh, it was such a stupid joke. In all his twenty something years of knowing how to speak, not one person had laughed at that. It was then that a guffaw erupted from the front of the car.

"Right! Because you're name is Wright!" Jerry laughed. This at least gave Phoenix a small smile. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

The investigation was clear and cut. Phoenix shadowed Mia as she did her job as Wednesday's defense lawyer a few days later. There were ticks and bumps in the road that did started to anger Phoenix. He did his best to hold back as much as he could. But afterwards, Mia said that he was more aggressive than usual when court was in session.

"I hope you don't make a habit of that in court, Phoenix," Mia warned. Losing your temper is not the best habit a lawyer can have. Especially if the judge is an old man that changes his demeanor with a bat of an eyelash of a pretty face. Wednesday's father, the drunkard found out that she was living with Trixie Pallone. Pallone's father in question was a 'rival' of the Days family. He was a suspect for the murder too, but it was not him. It wasn't the house cleaning lady, it wasn't the manager. It wasn't even the chihuahua, an animal Phoenix almost told the court to be brought up as witness. Mia talked him down from it though.

But it was another of Tuesday's friends. Angry that Tuesday slept with her boyfriend. Or - would be boyfriend. The friend - who was affectionately nicknamed Monday - was just in a state of having a maddening crush with the boy, which was the fuel to her actions of killing Tuesday. Wednesday became visibly heartbroken when the affair was announced. The murderer had attempted to blame her tactic on Wednesday. Accusing her as the one that acted on pure envy to kill her best friend. But it was impossible, as she did not love the boy in the equation. But she was in love with the girl, Tuesday. The two were more than just friends. Their families and friend didn't know anything about it, but the truth was cried out during court, much to the shock of all parties.

"Thank you, Miss Fey, Mr. Wright," she called Phoenix's name in the lowest voice possible. Wednesday was looking down at her shoes instead of looking up at him. The raven couldn't help but sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry I was a bit...aggressive. But I found out what made me behave that way, and I'm in the middle of resolving it now. I don't usually act like that...sorry."

"A bit?" Mia cocked an eyebrow.

"Okay, a lot aggressive. I'm also sorry, I made you confess...that." Phoenix waved his hand around.

"It's okay, Mr. Wright. It had to come out eventually," Wednesday looked into his eyes for the first time. And then she smiled, "It saved my hide, even though I could see some people were skeptical. They were like, 'oh she's suddenly all lesbo with her roommate when it's convenient for her to get more sympathy from the judge'. But you two believed me, and the judge did too, and I guess that's what matters, I suppose. I did love her, and hearing her being with somebody else pains me so. But it was Monday that reacted in such an immature way. I can only hope that Tuesday rests in peace."

"I'm glad you feel that way," Phoenix smiled back.

Phoenix couldn't wake up that day. He was in so much pain. His thing was back, and he wasn't prepared. It was more painful than he remembered, that was what his therapist expected. His gender kind, he didn't need a physiological one yet. Not yet at least Phoenix thought to himself as he clutched his abdomen.

The hormones in his body had started to suddenly give him a burst of mood swings. He had noticed a few weeks before, but the case that he had with Mia and proven to him that something was clearly wrong. He was then recommended to put his injections on hiatus. Just until he didn't feel inclined to deck people that made him angry in the face.

He did just that, mentally prepared himself for the oncoming changes. But this was way, way, way, too painful. He couldn't go to work like this. He didn't even had any pads, or tampons for the matter. He didn't need to have them for a long time. He was even about to go out to buy some today, but it came too fast and too hard. He had to make a call.

"C-chief." Phoenix breathed.

"What is it, Phoenix?" Mia's calming voice asked from the other end.

"I have...menstrual cramps." he confessed. Phoenix shut his eyes tightly, despite knowing the fact that such an act wouldn't shield him from the phone's effects at all.

"...Oh," was all Mia said on the other end after a large pause.

"They're really painful," Phoenix continued.

"Uhuh..."
"And since I haven't needed them in quite a while..."

"Pads or tampons?"

"...Pads, please."

"Do you need any pills?"

"Ngh, no," Phoenix flinched as a sudden pain shot through him.

"Mine's early this month, guess I get to blame you for that," Mia said. Phoenix didn't know if the myth was true, the syncing of period cycles. But it still have him a chuckle.

"Thanks, Chief," Phoenix said. They said their goodbyes and all Phoenix could do was painfully get ready and wait in a position that wouldn't get blood everywhere. He didn't miss this part of his old self at all. Hopefully, his hormones will be back in check before the next case. He didn't want to end up suplexing someone because his vagina was screaming at him.

When the doorbell rang, Phoenix lagged to open the door for Mia to come in. It was like an intense battle between two sides. One wanting to rest in bed, the other actually wanting to soak the blood that was bleeding between his legs. Mia greeted him by shoving the bag into his hands, taking out a box in the process. There were two bulks of pads in there. One wingless and the other not. There was also a giant Hershey bar, dark chocolate.

"I hate bitter chocolate."
"You're suppose to avoid dairy, Phoenix. And I got you some tea too." Mia was already in the kitchen, looking for a way to make the tea. Phoenix pointed to the cupboard with the water boiler.

"Thank you again."

"I should thank you," Mia said.

This confused the young lawyer. "What for, Chief?"

"For trusting me with this," Mia stood up from kneeling to find the boiler and motioned towards the bag.

"Of course I trust you," Phoenix smiled.

"Oh no," Mia said. She almost dropped the boiler before catching it again, settling in safely on the counter.

"What is it Chief?"

"I never asked Jerry for his number!"