Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the game. They belong to Capcom. And I've written this without permission… so sorry.

A/N: Thanks very much to my reviewers -hugs- it's nice to see people read my work.

Edit: Revised for grammar, phrasing, layout and POV.

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Turnabout the Morning After
Chapter 2

April 2nd
11:03 AM
Street

Phoenix uncomfortably pulled up his shirt collar for the tenth time that morning. He glanced around the street, knowing that people couldn't possibly notice he'd just had a drunken one-night-stand, but feeling as if all their eyes were piercing through his guilty conscience.

He had tried to remember anything that could lead him back to who the woman was, but had come up blank every time.

The only clue Phoenix had found that morning was the book he had read when he woke up. It was titled 'Memories' and looked fairly new, which was incredibly weird seeing as though all Phoenix's books were over five years old. It didn't even look like something he would choose to read, anyway.

Going on this information, he deduced that the book could only belong to one other person: his mystery lover.

If only I could remember more about what happened…

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Phoenix had finally cracked a very stubborn case that left him tired and weary, but his colleagues dragged him along to celebrate almost straight after court was adjourned.

Phoenix had been chatting with Larry, listening mostly about Larry's new girlfriend and how hot she was, or watching him whistle at every woman in a short skirt that strutted by. It was then that Larry had come up with an idea that had sparked the whole night off.

"Hey, Nick, there's this place downtown that I've been meaning to check out. My ex-girlfriend recommended it to me!" Larry's eyes appeared to glaze over. "I thought my life should've ended after I found out about her macho bit on the side." He started to well up with tears.

"S-sure, Larry, but do you reckon it'll be… suitable for this lot?" Phoenix interrupted, pointing back towards the group who had been following.

Larry wiped his eyes on his sleeve and seemed to instantly cheer up. "Oh, don't worry, dude, it'll be fine for them. Just a few drinks, maybe a bit of fun, and we'll be right out!"

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Phoenix sighed and shook his head.

I should have known Larry's idea of 'fun' is a lot different to mine.

He could remember them entering the bar, though the name of the bar didn't really register. He could also remember the laughing and drinking with his colleagues, although their faces seemed a little blurred.

I really hope Maya can help.

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April 2nd
11:16 AM
Wright and Co. Law Offices

Phoenix opened the door to the office and did a double take at the scene. He could actually see the plant in the corner, and the coffee table was cleared of all the cups and old newspapers that had been there for weeks.

"I thought I said half an hour?" Phoenix turned around to see Maya with a poster in her hand.

He smiled sheepishly. "Erm…"

Maya shook her head with a grin. "I didn't realise it took so long to gel that hair of yours," she commented cheekily.

"Hey, it's natural!" Phoenix protested, before grabbing his forehead. "Man, my head…" He flopped down onto the couch, rubbing his temples once again. "Maya, could you get me a coffee?"

"Make it yourself!" Maya replied, before unravelling the poster and climbing up a seat. "Which wall do you think this should go on? I thought it looked best against the window."

"Is that another samurai poster?"

"I've got to complete the collection, Nick!"

Phoenix rolled his eyes and heaved himself off the couch to switch on the kettle in the corner of the room.

"Maya… I was wondering…" He added the instant coffee to his cup. "Could you tell me a bit more about what happened last night?"

"You really want to know?" Maya grabbed her ear. "Well, I guess it started because I wanted to celebrate winning that case. I really wanted to make it a night to remember…"

Phoenix chuckled.

How ironic.

"Larry had a great idea about going downtown to a bar called 'La Boîte de Bleue', so we met up there," Maya continued with a smile.

"I think I remember everything before the club," Phoenix said, rubbing his chin. "Was there anything that happened when we got in?"

Maya grabbed her ear again. "Hmmm… Well, Larry had another idea. You, Edgeworth and him ended up having a drinking competition." She giggled. "I couldn't believe my eyes when you downed all those shots!"

Phoenix sighed. "That explains the headache and memory loss."

I guess that when something smells, it really is the Butz.

The kettle clicked and he turned around to pour the water into the cup.

Edgeworth getting drunk. Hah, I wish I could remember that.

"I didn't pay too much attention to how many you had," Maya continued again. "Gumshoe and I got bored, so we decided to have a game of snap. That other girl insisted on taking 'scientific notes', though…" She suddenly clapped her hands. "Oh! Guess what!"

Phoenix turned back to face Maya. "What?"

"He's dead lousy at snap. I won every round!" She smiled triumphantly, before apparently noticing Phoenix's disappointed face. "Uh… please don't look at me like that…"

"Sorry, I was just hoping you could tell me something about--"

If Maya had any idea who this mystery person was, I'm sure she would have said something about it.

"Doesn't matter." Phoenix took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, I wasn't there the whole time, actually. I had to go back and get your wallet at the beginning, and Gumshoe took me home in his car at the end."

Phoenix rubbed his chin. "So, there are several time blanks in your testimony?"

God, it's hard enough doing this after a good nights sleep, never mind trying to do it with a hellish headache…

"Huh, testimony?" Maya sent Phoenix a blank look.

Phoenix grinned. "I have evidence to suggest something happened while you weren't present." He yanked down his collar. "Take that!"

I really shouldn't get so excited…

Maya stared at his neck with wide eyes. "Nick… is that a hickey?"

"That's not the problem, Maya. The thing is, I can't remember who gave me it." Phoenix pulled his collar back into place. "Do you have any clue who I could have been with? Any idea at all?"

Maya blinked and shook her head. "No… But I can help investigate! You never know, maybe that person was your special someone you've been waiting for."

Phoenix laughed. "Poor Pearls, she had her mind set on us two becoming a couple."

Maya blushed. "I haven't a clue where she got that from."

"No matter," Phoenix smiled. "What do you say to going and interrogating some of these witnesses, Maya?"

Maya grinned back. "Let's do it!"

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Text references:

'La Boîte de Bleue' is kinda like saying 'blue night club' in French.

Although it doesn't make much sense, it reads nice and funky.