A/N: Edgeworths POV
The day started normally. I arose at 6:30 am and stumbled to the bathroom to wash my face. The cold water froze away the sleep and I became a little more alert. I shuffled to the kitchen and turned on the espresso machine. With a trickle it began to work its magic and I lounged in a chair waiting for that dark cup of joe to brew. I sipped my coffee and contemplated today's trial. The defense had been injured in a suspicious accident yesterday and the defendant was clamoring to find a new attorney. I prayed it was Wright. The case was relatively straight forward. The accused was very possibly innocent, but with a weak defense, I could put him away for life; but where was the fun in that? Court is meant to be a well-choreographed fight between the defense and the prosecution, but the attorney who started was weak and easily crushed. Yes, a win was a good thing, but where was the dignity in beating a weakling? Wright would be a nice change.
I finished the cup of my morning caffeine and prepared for my day. I brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my hair, and pulled on one of my favored suits. I smirked into the mirror; it was empowering knowing people cringed at the thought of you—lonely, but empowering. I straightened my cravat, grabbed my keys from the dresser, shut off the lights, and headed for the door. It was odd not saying goodbye to Pess in the morning, but he was still in Europe at the moment and Franziska was watching him until I had time to retrieve him.
The drive to the office was relaxing; the roads were relatively free of traffic and the two cigarettes probably helped to soothe my nerves as well. I crushed the second butt into my ash tray as I pulled into the prosecutors' office parking garage. It was only a little past 8 am and I planned on reviewing my entire case before court.
I walked through into the lobby and tuned to face the stairs. I grimaced. Smoking and climbing hundreds of stairs were not a good combo but there's no way I was going to get in the godforsaken elevator. I started my trek, which seemed to grow quicker each day. I reached my office by 8:30 and settled in to review my case file. I opened my case organizer and read through my data and evidence, this trial was too easy, but hopefully it would get a little more interesting…
The double doors to my office flew open and I glared at the detective who was racing toward my desk. He was gasping for breath and looked as if he ran all the way here from the police department.
"Mr. Edgeworth! Sir, as soon as I heard the news… I ran all the way here from the police department!" (I'd hit the nail right on the head.) "I found out who the… new defense is today!" He stopped to breathe and I could feel myself getting irritated.
"Spit it out, Detective!" Sometimes I couldn't stand Gumshoe. He apologized multiple times before continuing.
"The defendant hired…" I withheld the urge to reach over my desk and strangle him, "some defense attorney… I've never heard of." My heart dropped. Great-- another inexperienced buffoon to deal with in court. I had had enough and was about to send Gumshoe out of my office to go do something important, like getting me some tea… "But her name sounds so familiar, Lynn Ying…" I glared at him, letting him know I could care less.
I arrived at the court house at 9:45 and lingered outside for a pre-victory smoke. I lit the cigarette and inhaled the soothing smoke. A young Asian woman strutted up to the door of the court house, then plopped (it didn't deserve to be called sitting) onto a bench. She dug through the pockets of her long, pale purple coat. I'm not sure why I was so
enraptured by this behavior, but it was something to watch as I finished my cigarette. She pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes and a match book. I dropped my spent cigarette onto the steps and crushed it beneath my shoe. A young prosecutor (whose name I think was Eryn) ran up.
"Lynn! You better not be a disgrace in court today! And stop smoking those!" The prosecutor's voice was childish but strong. Lynn (so this purple coated women was my opponent) smirked and lightly commented.
"Stop being such a stick in the mud, and thank you for your concern, but if I didn't smoke, what else would I have for breakfast?" With this, she crushed the butt of her cigarette and walked into the courthouse. The young prosecutor walked away in a huff, muttering about how she just wanted to wish her luck. I glanced at my watch: 9:55 am, time to head inside and see if this Ms. Ying was worth the court's time.
The battle began. I made my opening statement and called my first witness of the day. Ying tore through Gumshoe like cheap tissue paper. Maybe this would be more interesting then I had speculated. She met my eyes, smirked, and turned back to Gumshoe. The game had started.
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