Mia and I have been lovers for years and not one person in the Police or Prosecutor's office has any idea that our relationship even exists. Every morning over the water cooler I hear all of the men in the precinct fawn over her.

"There's no way a woman like that is single!"

"Who's she with!?"

"That Diego Armando guy?"

"Nah, she'd never go for him!"

"I'd give anything to just have two minutes of her attention!" All the while I sip my morning coffee in the corner with a smug expression on my face…

It all started back in law school with, what I like to call, an intellectual attraction. She was a freshman, myself a senior. She was auditing my god-awful torts class. I intimidated everyone in school with my intense determination to succeed. The moment she stepped foot into the lecture hall that morning every head turned to her direction; even the professor was taken by her. However I paid her no mind, for I was too preoccupied with being the top of the class. As a result, my resentment toward Mia was mounting. From that day out, the professor would always call on her. My waving arm went unnoticed even though I always sat in the front row!

Finally the fateful day came when we were all assigned partners for a small project. As usual, no one in the class wanted to work with me. As luck would have it, the Professor suggested Mia as my partner. He rationalized his choice with an argument practically calling Mia his daughter.

"Seeing as you are the student with the highest marks in the class, I think you will be a good influence for Mia." Gee, thanks Professor Payne. Mia stood within earshot of the exchange and looked down immediately after I glared at her.

We agreed to meet that night at local Starbucks to work on the project. I showed up 10 minutes late. When I had arrived she already had textbooks and notebooks strewn across the table and was scribbling furiously on paper. She was so focused she didn't even notice me hovering over her.

"Mia…getting a head-start?" I asked, annoyed.

She blushed. "S-S-sorry Lana! I…I w-was just getting more familiarized with the topic!" She hung her head downward. I sat down across from her and placed my bag on the table.

"No, no, no. It's alright. Really. I was only curious as to what you were doing."

"I…I just want to make sure I put in the best amount of effort. I mean…I know I'm only auditing the class but…I want to do my part to make sure you get the best grade possible!" She looked like she was about to be eaten alive.

I scoffed. "I'm perfectly capable of earning my own grades thank you. I didn't need anyone to get my 4.0."

"How do you manage a 4.0 in torts!? It seems so difficult!"

I smiled a little. "A lot of coffee." She laughed.

"You have a very pretty smile Lana." Spoke Mia quietly over her books.

"What?" Her statement caught me off guard.

Her eyes shifted. "Well it seems like when we're in class you never smile. I see you sitting in the front row, and you always look so sad. I understand that torts are boring, but are they depressing?"

I laughed and absently sipped from my coffee. "You don't know that. I could just be trying to hold a straight face for every time professor Payne's hair piece begins to slip!"

Mia chortled. "It's positively gauche!"

And that's how the rest of the night went. We chatted over coffee and biscotti, pushing our notebooks to the side. People had to stop while walking by the windows of the Café for they couldn't believe they would actually catch a glimpse of stone cold Lana Skye wearing a smile on her face. In fact it was the most I had ever smiled in Law School.

I walked her back to her apartment that night. As we approached the front door she pulled out her keys. "Would…you...like to come in?" Mia said sheepishly. "I mean, we still need to actually work on the project."

"Oh, uh…sure that'd be great thanks!" I said and followed her into the building. Her apartment was actually a small studio and was very chic in it's décor. We worked on the project until two in the morning having a wonderful time throughout. Mia defied my expectations.

Despite Mia's protests, I left the apartment at 4AM, walking back to my apartment in the darkness.

In our lecture class the next morning Mia came in and turned heads as usual. She walked right to the front row and sat herself next to me.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" She laughed. I yawned.

"I think I got a sufficient amount." I smiled.

She leaned forward to say something but Professor Payne had just walked in. "Get out your projects everyone!" He chirped in that nasal voice of his.

Mia quickly scribbled something on the corner of her paper and slid it to me.

The toupee isn't looking so bad today isn't it? Next to her words was a stick figure with lopsided hair. I stifled a laugh and passed her book back to her. She quickly wrote once more. Drinks tonight?

I wrote back, Sure. What time?

How does 8PM sound?

I shook my head and wrote, I can't. I have a theory class that goes until 9. And slid the paper back to her. Apparently I was a middle-schooler again…

OK. 9:15 the Drunken Barrister. And I won't take no for an answer Miss Skye! Next to her words was another stick figure. This figure had long hair, a frown, and it's arms crossed. I snorted. Professor Payne looked up from his podium in awe. I'm sure he couldn't believe that he was actually witnessing Lana Skye laughing. Quickly, I regained composure. Mia simply looked smug as if she accomplished a great feat.

The rest of that day couldn't drag on any slower. Every five minutes my eyes would dart to the clock, my cell phone or my watch. I would also constantly curse myself inwardly. I never acted this way…ever. Why get so worked up over a freshman? Mia was on my mind all day.

About twenty minutes before my theory class was to begin, I was in my apartment doing my make up in the mirror. Ema looked up from my desk, where she had been working on her homework.

"Sis, what the heck are you doing? Do you have a date?!"

"Shut up Ema."

"Ooh big bad Lana has a date!" She jumped onto my bed. "Who is the lucky guy?!"

"Ema, I don't have a date. I'm going out for drinks with a classmate." I started applying foundation to my face.

"Lana." Ema deadpanned. "You never get dolled up for your classmates. Either you're going for drinks at the Ritz, or you're on a date."

"I'm going to the Drunken Bannister thank you very much."

Ema sputtered. "YOU ARE SO GOING ON A DATE!" She threw one of my pillows at the back of my head, causing me to drop my make-up compact. "Come on Sis! Spill! Who is it!?"

I smiled. "It doesn't concern you Ema. Its classified information."

Ema looked at me quizzically. "You're very picky Sis, you know that?"

I put on a pair of small silver hoop earrings. "Yes I do." I grabbed my black hooligan cap and put it on my head. "And now Madame I bid thee adieu."

Ema pretended to swoon and faint, making me laugh. I lobbed the pillow back at her. "Friendly fire!" She screamed. I quickly dashed for the door to avoid Ema's onslaught of pillows.

"SIS!" She yelled. "What do I do for dinner?"

"I'll be back later tonight! Order a pizza or something!"

"But…I don't have any cash!"

I turned, ran back the doorway and threw a wad of tens at her. "Damnit Ema just shut up already!"

As I ran for the elevator, she poked her head out the door. "Love you Sis! Have fun on your date!"

"IT'S NOT A DATE!" I screamed from down the hallway.

9:45PM. Damnit! I sprinted down Main Street. My theory class had gone into overtime, and I had realized that I never asked for Mia's cell phone number. I burst through the doors of the Drunken Barrister to see Mia sitting on a stool by the bar lazily twirling a martini glass between her fingers. She propped her chin against a fist, and looked down to the floor with a downtrodden expression on her face.

"Mia!" I shouted over the crowd. She turned, her eyes widened and she waved to me. After meandering through the huge crowd of patrons, I took a seat on the stool to her right. "Mia! I'm so sorry that I'm late! Of all the nights for my class to go overtime!"

"I was afraid you wouldn't show."

"I didn't have a choice, you wouldn't take 'no' for an answer remember?" I smiled. Gesturing toward her empty martini glass, "Can I…get you a drink?"

"Oh! Yes that would be great! I'll take an Amaretto Sour…on the rocks!"

I motioned to the bartender and ordered her drink, and a Stella Artois for myself. Mia chuckled. "I'm not surprised you're a beer drinker."

I brought the bottle to my mouth and took a sip. "And why is that?"

"I'm…not sure! For some strange reason it just doesn't surprise me!"

"Mia, we're training to be lawyers. You're supposed to be able to explain things about people."

"Cut me some slack Lana, I've already drank two Martinis."

We sat for a while and chatted over drinks. I was growing to enjoy Mia's company more and more. She detailed her whole motivation for attending law school. I was completely dumbfounded to hear that it was her mother who was involved in Case DL-6. We had devoted an entire term paper to that case, arguing against the use of spiritual mediums in a court of law! She recounted her childhood in the Kurain Villiage, and how she was next in line to be the head of the family. Everything about her was absolutely fascinating. I leaned in intently listening to her every word. However our camaraderie was broken as a crowd of men was beginning to form around Mia and I. I could hear their under-the-breath conversations, and Mia was the topic of every single one. A few catcalls sparked from the back of the group. It also looked as if some of the men were undressing her with their eyes. She was wearing a revealing shirt with a low neckline…and she was rather well…endowed. Quietly, I slipped my hand into hers, startling her a bit. "Lana…?"

"Let's go get a table, this is making me a little claustrophobic…we can order some food or something. Let's go Mia." I pulled her away from the swarm of horny males and led her to a secluded booth in the back of the bar. "This is much better." Mia sat herself down across from me.

"What was that back there Lana?"

I absently drank my beer. "What was what?"

"If I'm not mistaken I'd say you were protecting me." She shot me a self-satisfied smile. I blushed.

"Well…they were oogling you…and it made me uncomfortable alright? I'm not used to stuff like that. I'm used to intimidating people. You're the pretty one, not me!"

Mia was taken aback. "Lana please tell me you're joking."

"Huh?"

"You're beautiful Lana! And that hat is adorable!" She playfully patted me on the head, inadvertently knocking my hat off as well. "Oops!" I repositioned it back on my head.

Rolling my eyes, I took a large swig of beer. "Mia, I think you've had too much to drink."

She quickly polished off the rest of the Amaretto Sour and flagged down a waitress. "Can I get a Vodka Tonic? Oh—and a round of shooters for my friend here!"

I couldn't believe what she was doing. "Whoa, Mia don't you think you should slow down?"

"Lana I'll be fine. Ish a Friday night!" She was starting to slur her words, and sway back and forth. The waitress returned as quickly as she left with a tray filled with drinks. Mia hastily grabbed the Vodka tonic, and downed it quickly. "Lesh…take some shootersh…" She held up both shot glasses with unsteady hands. I took mine from her and held it to my lips, but placed it down on the table when I saw two men approaching. I tried to extract Mia's shot glass from her quaking hands, but the amber fluid was already gone.

"Hello Ladies." Spoke one of them with a cocky smile on his face. I recognized him from torts class. "Mind if we join you?" He was incredibly handsome and built, with spiky black hair. The other, who was equally handsome had medium length silver hair and looked like he really didn't care about us one way or another.

Before I could speak, Mia spoke on behalf of us both. "Of coursh!" The taller man took a seat next to Mia, while his shorter friend sat next to me.

"The name's Diego Armando, and this is my friend Miles Edgeworth. And you are?"

"I'm Mia Fey!"

"Lana Skye." I didn't look at him. The man barely says a few words and already he had my blood boiling.

Diego smiled. "Ah so you're Lana Skye…the infamous Curve Breaker."

"Ugh. I hate that nickname."

Mia gave a confused look and Diego took it upon himself to clarify.

"Your friend Lana here has a knack for upsetting every curve any professor offered. No matter how impossible the test may seem, Lana will get a perfect score and upset the curve. Hence the name, 'Curve Breaker'."

Drunken Mia was amazed. "Wow Lana, you're sho shmart!"

I smiled. Nice try asshole. His obvious attempt to draw her attention away from me backfired.

Diego turned to Mia. "You're lucky you're only auditing our torts class Kitten. Otherwise you'd be hurting like the rest of us... So what brings you two to the Bannister? I never thought I'd see Lana emerge from her cave."

"What doesh it look like? Jusht getting shome drinksh." Mia drunkenly pulled my full shot glass away from me and drank the contents. Her eyes welled up with tears as the liquor went down her throat. At that moment Diego nonchalantly placed an arm around her shoulder. His eyes wandered toward the valley of her breasts. My insides writhed at the sight and I promptly glared at him.

"My friend Miles here is shadowing prosecutor Von Karma." He said smoothly, making an attempt to steer the conversation away. "I've heard that you admire him Ms. Skye."

Miles was getting ready to speak but I spoke first. "I think you've got your facts wrong Mr. Armando."

"Hmm?"

"Prosecutor Von Karma is a ruthless man who would do anything for a guilty verdict; even if it means jeopardizing the life of an innocent. That's hardly a person worthy of my admiration. And I don't think I like the impression you have of me Mr. Armando."

"You're wrong!" Protested Miles. "Prosecutor Von Karma is a respectable man with an impeccable record of wins."

I finished off the rest of my beer. "You're entitled to your opinion. I was merely stating mine." Across the table, Diego was whispering something to Mia and suddenly I was overwrought with…jealousy? He placed a small slip of paper into her hand. I immediately stood and bumped into the table eliciting an angry glower from Diego.

"We're going home Mia. It's getting late." I took hold of her arm and guided her out of the booth.

"Way to spoil the fun Curve Breaker!"

"Good night to you Mr. Armando, and to you Mr. Edgeworth. It was a pleasure. I'm sure we'll see you both in class on Monday."