CHAPTER 13

Franziska took a seat on the good side of the window seperating the inmates from the visitors, while a young blonde man took the seat on the other side. "Ahh, Frau von Karma, I must say, I have had a lot of female visitors today, but none that I wanted to turn away until now." A condenscending smirk came across his face. "Prosecutors aren't supposed to have any contact with their defendants, and I'm just not into women who like whips, ja?" CRACK! Franziska turned red with anger as her whip hit the glass window between them, not even phasing Klavier.

Franziska tugged on her whip as she gritted her next sentence through her teeth; "I'm not prosecuting your case, and by no means am I here seeking your affection, Klavier Gavin." Klavier just shot her a smirk back. "Come now, I do attract a large female following...but what's more important is that whether you're prosecuting my case or not, I don't have anything to say to you. Auf Wiedersehen, Frau dominienerde." Franziska just got up a walked out angrily. She found that his insult of calling her "Ms. Dominant" was rather pathetic, but she also thought that there was something she wasn't quite understanding about it, too. She opened the door to Miles' Fiat with vehemence. He picked up on her anger instantly, and thought to inquire about it. "He didn't talk, did he?" Franziska was red with anger still. "No! He didn't!" She felt useless because she couldn't get him to tell her anything. She looked over at Miles to see him giving her that warm, inviting smile that he could only pull off when he meant it; "Don't let him get to you, Franziska. I think his refusal to talk gives him quite an air of suspicion, myself. You helped out a lot. Thank you." After his reassurance and his warm smile, Franziska did feel substantially better. "Anyway, I think we should get some lunch before we continue investigating. Gumshoe called and actually gave me a useful lead, so after we eat, we're going over to Worldwide Studios." Franziska just nodded in agreement as they stopped by the Corner Bistro, Miles' favorite place to go for lunch, and now her's as well. They took a seat at their table from last time and placed their orders at the sandwich a shop; Franziska ordered a turkey, lettuce, tomato and mayonaise on White while Miles ordered a BLT on wheat, with both of them having tea to drink.

After this, they made their way over to the Worldwide Studios' Administration Office, where they had an appointment with the CEO, Mick Vick. They entered his office to find it heavily decorated with luxurious art, priceless sculptures, exotic diamonds, the like, but no Mr. Mick Vick could be found. They decided to look around until he showed up; Franziska found something very interesting on his desk, a card depicting a pink conch shell; the calling card of a notorious assassin, Shelly de Killer.

"My, my...what have we here?" They both turned to find a tall man with broad in a solid brown suit with a black pompadour hairstyle that was graying on the sides, wearing so much jewelry it sparkled in the sunlight; he had a solid black pair of sunglasses on that matched the cane he walked on, and his skin was so tan it appeared he was hispanic. "I can see it now... a writer comes into my office with a screenplay about two young prosecutors in love try to bring down famed assassin and his multi-millionaire client...and succeed in the end." He showed off his hands, causing at least 30 rings on both hands to blind the two prosecutors. "Do you know what I'd would do with that script?" He let out a laugh that bellowed throughout the office, completing his sentence with a tone of condscending laughter throughout it; "I'd throw it out the window; it's too unrealistic for my tastes, wouldn't you say, dearies?" Edgeworth was in shock while Franziska was tugging her whip; "Of course, no one will lay a finger on Mick Vick after people find out everything I'm going to be doing for society. Ohh yes, I rid myself of that pest of a lawyer behind their backs, while apprehending Shelly de Killer in front of their eyes...and who wouldn't want to see movies from the studio owned by the man who captured the most notorious assassin in history? My profits will skyrocket, and I'll be a hero!"

Edgeworth spoke up as Franziska tugged on her whip vehemently; "What reason do you have for doing all of this?" He flashed his rings once more, this time his sunglasses fell down between his nose, revealing a pair of smokey grey eyes, similar to Edgeworth's, except far more evil and twisted. "Blackmail is such a pesky little fly, isn't it? And that defense attorney had the gall to try that with me! Bah!" He slammed his cane on the floor in anger. "I just went along with his requests to defend my actors to make a name for himself, all while waiting for the perfect oppurtunity to strike at this man, which I did just now." He pulled a revolver out from under his suit; "Now, get out of my studios at once." He let his sunglasses fall from his eyes to show his eyes once more. "And if you value your lives, none of this ever happened. Now, out, out with the two of you at once."

A large security guard escorted them back out to Miles' car, and handed them the papers officially giving the two of them a lifetime ban from Worldwide Studios. Franziska spoke up in anger. "We are NOT just going to let him get away with that! Do you hear me, Miles Edgeworth?" He stayed calm. "For now, we are. I have a feeling we're going to have to wait to make our move to bring this man down."

She turned red with anger; "He just confessed to being the mastermind behind everything! You should have made him testify as a witness, and then do what you and Phoenix always do! Break him down on the witness stand!" She realized that, for the first time in her career as a prosecutor, the defendant was not guilty, and she didn't want to see Edgeworth get him a guilty verdict. He replied mellowly; "I believe we will get this man soon. Just not during this trial. I'll just have to see to it that Klavier Gavin is not guilty and no one else is convicted for this murder."

Franziska didn't understand, and she was getting even more angrier by the second; "There are two fatal flaws in your thinking, Miles Edgeworth. 1: Klavier Gavin is a prosecutor, correct? If it is thought you're botching your own case to help another prosecutor, both of you will surely lose your prosecutor's badges. 2: If we are not able to get him now, then when will we get him?"

He didn't flinch; "I'm not botching my own case... I trust in Phoenix Wright that he will be able to win this time...but I do have a feeling we will be able to bring this man down soon..." He put the key into the igntion and started the car, driving them back to the apartment.

As soon as they got back to the apartment, Franziska ran inside, confused, not knowing how to rid the world of this evil man. She heard Edgeworth walk in behind her, and she stopped and hugged herself as she looked down in the floor. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her in a way it got both her shoulders and her waist and whispered in her ear; "Don't worry, Franziska. We WILL give that man what he deserves." He kissed her cheek, causing a wave of goosebumps to grow all over Franziska's body. "I love you, Franziska. It's going to be alright. I promise you that."

She had never felt more in love with this man at any point in her life; she trusted him enough to shoow him her weak side, a trust she doubted she'd ever be able to feel for anyone else. "I love you too, Miles Edgeworth." She felt much better about the situation; she knew that he could handle anything the world threw at him. She pulled away from him and turned to face him. She lashed her whip at his wrists, bounding them together like a pair of handcuffs; She promiscuously smirked as she thought to herself Wow...I knew I was talented with my whip, but I wonder if I'll ever be able to do that again... As she lead him back to the bedroom, she saw a single drop of sweat began dripping down his forehead, caught very well off guard by the way this situation was unfolding.

She had realized 3 things that led her to making such a rash decision; She loved this man more than she would ever love anyone else, he loved her just as much, and she felt something else for this man besides love: Trust.

She could trust him enough to allow him to see everything about her; and as she left his hands bound by her whip as she undressed in front of him, knowing full well she was ready for this step in their relationship.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeahh, they had sex. I've written romance stories for a long time before I started writing fanfic for this series, and I never include sex scenes in my stories, just the drumroll leading up to intercourse, so, sorry for the disappointment :p There's nothing wrong with sex, I just want all romantically-speaking focus to be on the love and intimacy developing in my story, and describing it would just turn focus onto the erotic part of a relationship, which will take away from what I want to portray. If you want me to write a one-shot sex scene between the two of them and put it on this site, then feel free to ask in a PM or a review or someway, and I will do so if I get enough requests, which won't have to more than two or three, but for now I'm just going to pick up with what happens after the consummation of their relationship in the next chapter. Hope you're enjoying everything so far, and the side trials get very suspenseful if I find a way to word it right.

- ghostfacekiller39