(AN: This was a fic idea suggestion from LazyCatfish27 that I did like a request.

Phoenix Wright and related characters belong to Capcom…who are nice people and don't want to sue me.

Challenge: write an Edgeworth + Franziska fic in which Edgeworth gives Franziska a kitten to help her become more gentle.)

" You got me a WHAT?!"

The members of the Prosecutor's office cringed at the incredulous tone that echoed down from Franziska Von Karma's office. Generally that voice was indicative of two things, the first being that someone (generally Gumshoe) had done something stupid and was going to get a face full of whip, or Phoenix Wright had handed her yet another defeat and the next person she saw was going to get a face full of whip. Naturally, everybody who was familiar with that tone had moved down closer to the Chief Prosecutor's office where it was relatively safe. This was unfortunate for them as nobody, save the two people in said office, was around to witness the absurd situation unfolding.

Edgeworth crossed his arms, but looked at Franziska patiently, "A kitten. Yes, I got you one. No, it's not a joke and yes, I am perfectly sane."

Franziska shot her adopted brother a glare. "Why? You know I don't like pets. I can barely stand Phoenix and he's not mine! And how am I supposed to care for a pet in my occupation?"

"I take care of Pess just fine, and I'm as busy, if not busier, than you."

"You still haven't answered the fundamental question, Miles. Why?"

"You're far too violent, both in and out of court. I though having a pet might calm you down a bit."

Franziska stared at Edgeworth for a full minute. "Who are you and what have you done with Miles?"

"I'm quite serious, Franziska. Your recent behavior has been worse than usual and it won't be long before someone files charges against you. You need to calm down and deal with things without having to resort that whip."

"…I'll keep the thing for a week. After that you better be willing to take it back."

Edgeworth simply smirked and fished out a little gray kitten from a cardboard box he'd brought in.

"I brought some things you'll need for it, like a litter box, water dish, food, that sort of thing."

Franziska sighed rather exasperatedly as he indicated the items sitting in the corner with a jerk of his head. "Thank you, Miles…I guess."

Edgeworth simply deposited the kitten in her arms and walked out with a ghost of a smile on his face.

Franziska looked down at the ball of fur in her arms. The kitten had tucked her head under the crook of her arm and was currently purring contentedly.

"You know, I don't like you. I don't know why Miles thought a kitten would make me calm down…"

The kitten ignored her and continued to purr. Sighing, Franziska walked over to the cardboard box, fully intending to put the kitten back in the box and get back to her case file. However, the kitten had other ideas, and dug her claws into Franziska's sleeve.

Franziska jumped back, swearing, until she realized that it was the kitten that'd done it. Realizing that the kitten probably would do the same thing again if she tried to put it down, Franziska sighed and walked over to the desk instead, thankful that the cat hadn't settled in on her writing arm. As she sat down, the kitten jumped off her arm and settled into a corner of the desk. Satisfied that she wouldn't be bothered for a while, Franziska started to work on her new case file, intent on beating Phoenix Wright once and for all.

Naturally after things calmed down, Gumshoe showed up. He was supposed to have brought Franziska some of the official reports regarding the case earlier, but he'd learned from experience to avoid her office for a while after she'd been yelling.

Franziska barely looked up from her paperwork. "Yes, Scruffy?"

Gumshoe had long given up trying to correct her on that, as she'd whip him in the face if he tried. Sighing, he said, "I've got the documents regarding the case that you wanted, Ms. Von Karma."

"Leave them on the desk."

As Gumshoe did as he was told, he noted the small kitten. He smiled. "Hey, you've got a kitten! I didn't know you were an animal person."

"I'm not, Miles insisted I have it."

"Mr. Edgeworth gave it to you? Well, he got you a cute one…"

Gumshoe reached a hand out to pet the little kitten. Within the space of a second the kitten hissed and stuck some small but very sharp claws into the backside of Gumshoe's outstretched hand. Gumshoe drew back and let off a stream of curses at the little kitten, which now resembled a gray puffball, as her fur was standing on end.

Franziska looked up, ready to chastise the good detective for his language, when she caught sight of the current situation. She had to stifle a laugh at the sight of the detective glaring at an animal that was a tenth of his size.

"You should go run some water over those cuts, Detective."

Gumshoe looked at her, surprised. "Y-yes, sir!"

After the detectives somewhat hasty departure, Franziska looked at the little kitten chuckling. "I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who abuses the good detective. Keeping you around may be amusing after all…Ulrika. "

(That name is actually German, meaning "Wolf Ruler". It sounded vicious enough to suit Franny, so I went with it. Reviews are love, so spread the love if you feel so inclined.)