A/N: Here it is! The end! There'll probably be a epilogue after this...no wait not probably, definately. This chapter is dedicated to my bestie Isabella, cause her birthday's tomorrow!

Reviewers: ThePersonofAwesomeness, Feyfangirl, Shizuka Ayasato, Solitaire Emerald

Hope you guys enjoy this...I worked really hard on it!

~Diana

Edgeworth woke up to see Madeline's face above his, blinking down worriedly. He must have passed out. When she saw he was awake, she exhaled in relief. "Oh thank god," she said. "I thought you'd…"He shook his head, pushing himself up to a sitting position. "Markus and the bailiff are passed out over there," she said, gesturing. By the dim light of emergency lights, he could see two unmoving figures by the door. Madeline pulled her knees up to her chin. "What happened?" she asked quietly.

"Earthquake," he replied. She shivered.

"Just like in my dream…in your time! Oh my gosh, I should have listened to you! I'm so sorry!" she said, her gray eyes filling with tears.

"It's alright," he said gently, moving toward her.

"Nobody move," came a menacing voice from near the door. Markus stood up quickly and a pair of handcuffs fell to the ground. He leaned down and threw the keys on top of the unconscious bailiff, picking up something else: a gun. Madeline gasped, moving away from Edgeworth to the opposite side of the elevator. "Miles Edgeworth," Markus said, raising the gun to point it directly at Edgeworth's heart. Madeline let out a shriek, starting to get up, but Markus pointed the gun at her and she retreated, shrinking back into the corner. Edgeworth gave her a warning look.

"Miles Edgeworth," Markus repeated, taking a step towards him. "You ruined me. I had it all figured out, getting those two girls out of my house, getting rid of one of them permanently and putting the other in a position where she'd never talk again." Edgeworth thought quickly. How was he going to get safely out of here?

Markus smirked and raised the gun, a gleam of madness lighting his eyes. "Enjoy hell." There was a gunshot and Edgeworth closed his eyes, waiting for the impact of the bullet. It never came.

There was a scream and shock coursed through him like a tidal wave. Madeline! He could see her out of the corner of his eye, breathing hard, hand covering her stomach as it was stained red. He pushed himself up and tackled Markus. The gun flew to the other side of the elevator, letting out another shot, followed by the sound of breaking glass. Markus crashed down to the ground, unconscious once more. Edgeworth stood above him, shock and rage still causing him to breathe heavily. A groan of pain called him back to reality. "Madeline," he murmured, kneeling next to her. He placed his hands over hers, which he knew was covering the place where the bullet entered her body. "You're going to be fine," he said quietly.

"We both know I won't be," she replied, laughing a little.

"Don't say that," he said. Her gray eyes glowed with pain.

"Talk to me," she murmured, reaching for his hand. So he did. He told her anything he could think of: court cases, funny stories, and adventures they'd shared. He tried to ignore the light fading from her eyes until finally she gasped, her breathing becoming even more shallow and labored.

"Don't leave me," he begged. Her eyes found his.

"It's my time," she choked out, tears spilling over her cheeks.

"I can't say goodbye," he said, his own eyes tearing up.

"I-" She paused and took in one more shuddering breath. "I'm not your Madeline Brent." A shaky smile crossed her lips. He leaned in, kissing her forehead.

"You're wrong. You are my Madeline."

She let out her last breath, a peaceful exhale, and the light in her large gray eyes was extinguished. He murmured her name over and over until it sounded like a prayer. Her hand gradually grew colder and colder in his. He had no idea how long he sat there, but it seemed like ages before the lights flickered and turned on. He shielded his eyes and looked around the small elevator. The scene was eerily familiar. Madeline's body was thrown like a broken doll near the elevator buttons, a pool of blood surrounding her. Markus and the bailiff were still unconscious on opposite sides of the elevator. The gun was lying, lonely and abandoned, near the door. A bullet hole had shattered the glass above it, leaving the floor covered in glittering bits.

Suddenly, noises sounded from outside the elevator. "Is anyone in there, pal?"

"Yes," Edgeworth called.

"Ok, hold on, pal! We'll get you out pronto!"

Edgeworth sank back down into a sitting position, gazing down at Madeline's body once more. She looked peaceful, almost as if she could be sleeping.

All of a sudden, there was a horrible scraping and he looked up. The elevator door was being pried open with a crowbar. He stood again as the door opened, revealing Detective Gumshoe. "Mr. Edgeworth!" he said in relief, then took a look around the elevator. "Whoa, wh-what happened, pal?" More cops appeared at the door of the elevator, uttering quiet exclamations.

"Markus shot her while we were stuck," Edgeworth replied quietly.

"We'll get started investigating right away, pal." The detective turned to the cops behind him. "What's the next available name for this case?"

One of the officers pulled out a reader and scrolled through names and cases. "A murder case…let's see. Next available name is…DL-6."

And that's when Edgeworth passed out.