The trial had not been going well. The prosecutor, Gavin, was much better than Phoenix expected; he shot down all of the contradictions Phoenix presented, and, Phoenix hated to say, looked pretty cool doing it, even with that absolutely hideous get-up. At one point, Phoenix thought that he was acting very cocky, as a first-time prosecutor, against such a famous defense attorney, but soon the thought vanished when Maya punched him in the arm to "stop staring at Gavin, I know he's gorgeous but pay attention".

Eventually, Phoenix was beaten, and he knew it. So did the prosecution and the judge and the gallery.

"So I present my case," Klavier Gavin said. His voice echoed off of Phoenix' ears. "And, unless the defense has something to say, I believe the trial is over."

"Indeed," the judge agreed with a nod. "Mr. Wright? Any objections?"

Phoenix shuffled his papers, spread them out upon the table, scavenging for something to save him. Then, he saw it–that page, that diary page, the little girl in the lobby gave him. He picked it up, scanning it to refresh his memory. Yes–Yes! This was the piece of evidence, the last piece of the puzzle–with this, the case would be won! He picked it up, not bothering to glance at Klavier Gavin from across the room whose smile was from ear to ear, and rose his arm to yell, "Obje–"

Maya pulled his arm down. "Don't you dare."

Phoenix frowned. "What do you mean? It'll win my–uh, our case!"

Maya frowned back. "And where did you get it?"

"That little girl in the lobby."

"Do you know this little girl?"

"Well, no, but–"

"Do you know for sure that she got it from the crime scene? It could be evidence from a different case!"

"Maya..."

"You don't want this to be like the Engarde case, do you? You could end up letting a killer go free and arrest an innocent person!"

That struck an obvious nerve. The judge decided to say something before Phoenix started a fist fight with his aide.

"If the defense would please elaborate on any objections?"

Phoenix looked at the diary page, then at Maya, then at the judge. "The defense...has no objections, your honor."

"Really? I certainly thought that you out of anyone, Mr Wright, would come up with some way to turn this case on its head–"

"Objection!"

Gavin smirked. His teeth shined brilliantly, and Phoenix swore he saw it being reflected upon the shiny floor.

"The prosecution has reason to believe that you are hiding evidence!"

"Wha–Prosecutor Gavin!" the judge exclaimed. "And what is the basis of such an accusation?!"

Gavin pointed his bejeweled finger to the defense bench. "That piece of evidence Mr Wright has been studying ever so intently has never been shown to a court of law!"

A collective gasp rung about the gallery. Whispers flashed between people, and hushed whispers were loud and clear in Phoenix' ears.

"I-I am not hiding evidence," Phoenix said as fortified as he could. "I think that this evidence is forged, fake, or otherwise not relevant to the verdict."

"Mr Wright," said the judge. "If I could please see the evidence in question?"

Phoenix obliged.

The judge read the diary page aloud, but he trailed off when he got to the end of the writing. "Mr Wright, why on earth would you withhold such a valuable piece? This could save your client from all charges!"

"Yes, well–"

"We didn't get it from a trusted source," Maya piped up. "Excuse me?" the judge asked.

"What she means is..." Phoenix searched for the right words. He never found them, but the mediocre ones he did find would do fine.

"We didn't get the page from the crime scene ourselves, and the initial investigation didn't find it, either. We, um, actually got it from a little girl in the lobby right before the trial. So we don't really think that it's legit. You know?"

"I do," the judge nodded. "Bailiff, please get this page analyzed immediately–"

"There is no need," Gavin said and glanced ruefully at Phoenix. "The page is indeed forged."

"Wow, I never thought about suicide!" Maya said as joyfully as she could while talking about death as she and Phoenix walked out of the courthouse. "Why did I never think that? It's so obvious, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I never would have guessed that Magnifi wasn't murdered at all," Phoenix agreed. "But seriously though, Maya." He turned to face her. "You totally saved me back there."

"You are so welcome. I was pretty awesome, wasn't I?"

"You're very humble, too."

"...Can we get burgers now?"

Phoenix laughed, but soon his chuckled turned into a sigh. He looked over at Maya who was obliviously staring at something that wasn't Phoenix. He looked at her beautiful milky brown eyes, her gorgeous black hair, her thin lips curved into a smile. He looked at how truly stunning she was. Not for the first time.

"Hey, Maya?"

"Y-y-y-yep?"

"I'm about to do something totally weird."

"Nick, you literally cross examined a parrot on only your fourth case. Nothing is weird anymore."

"But still. You are definitely allowed to tell me that it was totally weird and tell me to never do it again. Okay?"

"Alrighty."

He kissed her.