All of the Ace Attorney characters belong to Capcom, not me. I only own Rebecca and a few others

Chapter 4

A/N: I decided to try something a bit different this time so here is...Phoenix's POV! Hope you enjoy!

I'll admit, when I walked into work the next morning, I was a bit apprehensive after what had happened. I just hadn't expected a bucket to be dropped onto my head like that. Especially not a bucket of...SPIDERS, ugh it gives me the shudders just thinking about it.

At least Becs found it amusing.

The look on her face when the bucket was removed from my head made it obvious that it was her who had pulled the prank on me. She was clearly holding back laughter as much as she could but didn't appear to have much success in doing so since she let it all out relatively quickly. At first, I felt mad that someone found it amusing to do something like that to me but upon hearing her unique, joy filled giggling, that feeling vanished. I mean, how could you be mad at someone when they were having such a good time?

So, I just decided to laugh along with her, laugh off all of my negative feelings and just enjoy myself. It was just one little harmless joke, right?

In the short time that we had remaining before Mia arrived, Becs assigned me some file work and came round to my desk to assist me with it. While we worked our way through the pile of folders, we discussed many random topics such as our backgrounds, lifestyles, our favourite food (I didn't know that she loved food as much as she did, it was one of the many things that I learned about her), the movies that we enjoyed watching and basically got to know each other better. It was great finding more out about Becs and it made me feel like I had gotten closer to her as a colleague. I discovered that I had more in common with her than I first expected. We both loved to laugh and have fun, could be very sarcastic at times, enjoyed eating junk food and, perhaps the biggest connection, that we were both extremely passionate about defending the innocent from crimes that they were wrongly accused of committing. And those were only a few of the qualities that we shared.

In short, I had a feeling that we would get along very well as colleagues.

Mia eventually arrived at the office around 15 minutes after the...spider incident, right when me and Becs were in the middle of our conversation. As soon as she walked in and saw us talking and laughing, she stopped for a second and smiled at us.

"Aww, it's nice to see that the two of you are getting along and finding things to talk about. And here I was, worried that you would be ripping each other's throats out by now." She laughed a little at her own comment as she looked at us with proud eyes.

I was a bit shocked by her comment but managed to force out some nervous laughter. However, I couldn't meet her gaze no matter how hard I tried so was forced to look at the carpeted office floor. Luckily, Becs quickly defused the situation.

"Haha, well no need to worry Chief, no throat ripping going on here!"

"Yes, haha, I'm glad." Mia responded before making her way over to her desk to start her work.

As she walked away, Becs whispered to me in a hushed voice. "Hey Phoenix, why don't we start coming up with some pranks?" I rolled my eyes at her.

(Mia's arrival must have reminded her of our discussion earlier)

She crossed her arms and glared at me with a pouted face, similar to a child who hasn't gotten their own way. "Hey come on, we have to do it some time you know, better sooner than later."

I shook my head at her with a smile, still refusing to cooperate.

(Let's see how worked up she gets...)

She rolled her eyes in my direction and sighed heavily.

"Ugh, fine." As she looked away from me, I noticed a small smirk pull at her lips. I immediately felt the colour draining from my face as she turned her head back in my direction. I began to feel beads of sweat forming at my forehead as I considered all of the possible ideas that she could have come up with at that moment.

(Oh no, what's she planning? Whatever it is, it can't be good.)

She stood up and turned to face me, arms folded with her right fingers patting the soft material of her jacket on her left arm in an irregular rhythm. The smirk vanished from her face and was replaced by a thoughtful expression.

"But you'll have to do more file work if you don't. And this time, I won't help you, and it'll be a bigger pile of folders. It's either pranking ideas or a load of boring file work. So, what'll it be Phoenix?"

The smirk reappeared on her face as she looked me right in the eye, awaiting my response to her offer. Her suddenly stern eyes were fixated on mine, putting me under intense pressure.

I hurriedly considered my options for a second before breathing a sigh of defeat.

(May as well give in to her. Like she said, she'll make me do it anyway, better getting it out of the way now than having it hanging over my head for weeks to come.)

"Okay, fine. I'll do it."

Her smirk transformed into her usual joyful grin again upon hearing my response, her eyes becoming warm and friendly once more.

"Yes!" She celebrated her success with a fist pump in the air. I smiled warmly at her and let out a short laugh.

(Haha, she's crazy.)

And so, that's what we did for the rest of the morning.

As we were thinking up some new, elaborately planned pranks to pull on our unsuspecting boss, we discussed our existing knowledge of practical jokes. I was very surprised by how many good pranks that she knew about.

(I never would have thought that someone like her would have such a vast array of different ways to pull a practical joke on someone. Just shows that you shouldn't judge someone before you get to know them better.)

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be; I could actually go so far as to say that I had fun. It wasn't long or tedious as I had assumed it to be and before I knew it, we had filled a full A4 page with ideas. Becs seemed satisfied with this and returned to her own desk with a spring in her step to continue with some unfinished work, leaving me lost in my own thoughts.

It had just dawned on me that I recognised Becs from somewhere; something about her just seemed...familiar, somehow. I had no idea what it was, maybe her unique, multicoloured eyes? Sifting through my memories, I tried to decipher where I could have met her in the past.

I leaned back on my office chair, sinking into it's cushioned leather surface as I thought.

(Those trustworthy, friendly green-brown eyes, I swear I've seen them before. But where? Where could I possibly have...Ahh!)

I gasped at the shock of my own revelation that had just descended upon me.

(N-no, that can't be it! That can't be right.)

I quickly sat up straight my seat, the truth eventually becoming clearer and setting itself firmly into the depths of my mind. But, it couldn't be anything else. I couldn't think of anyone else that I had met who could have been Becs. The ages would have been right and she had those a amazing eyes. Still, I couldn't be sure that they were the same person.

And there was only one way hat I could find out for sure.

"Um, Becs?"

"Hmm?"

I lifted myself off of my office chair and made my way around the corner so that I was opposite Becs' desk. This was something that I had to ask face to face. As I came into her line of vision, she stopped what she was doing at her desk and focused all of her attention onto me.

"Did you, by any chance, go to Springwood Elementary School as a kid?"

She froze, her expressions unchanging as she turned to face me, eyes wide.

(Heh, looks like I WAS right after all)

"How did you know that?"

"I knew it." I muttered quietly under my breath in response.

"Yeah, but how?" She seemed genuinely confused.

"Well, you may not remember but...I went there too, from when I was six until I was eight."

"What?! Well then, how did you-" Her shock was written all over her face upon hearing my response. Her eyes widened even further as she started to panic.

"Remember you? Well, let's just say, you were a pretty big influence on a certain seven year old boy when you went there." I replied scratching at the back of my neck nervously as I did so.

She looked right at me with a blank expression, showing to me that her memories weren't going to return anytime soon. So, I decided to shorten the amount of time that it would take for her to recognise me.

"Don't remember yet? Well here, let me remind you..."

A/N: Hehe, sorry I couldn't resist sticking a cliffhanger in there. So, what do you think? How did young Rebecca influence young Phoenix? Find out in the next update! I promise, this next chapter will be a good one, you won't be disappointed! My summer holidays (whoop whoop!) from school are still going so I should be able to update faster than I have been recently. Anyway, I'm having a great time writing the next chapter already so prepare yourselves for a new instalment very soon! Till then, bye!

Gaby :)