Hey anyone reading this! Long time no post, but i'm finally done. ;D

thecardboardunicorn: should be glad to know, this chapter's heaps longer than the last few. On word, it's five pages long, but it is spaced. Also, thanks Kongu123 and ah, I remember you Kitty Sneeze! I plan on picking up where I left off, once I've a) posted all the chapters edited and b) when I remember where I was actually going with the story. I usually just edit them, since, bad as my grammar is, it's still improved a little since this time last year.

I've added loads to this chapter, as I think it was waaaaay too randomly introduced before. Anyway, enjoy and remember to review! . . . If you like? :')

Confrontations

She was annoyed and it was an odd feeling to have after experiencing so many different emotions in one day. Mia didn't need this; the added distraction of knowing the closest people she had to friends at work were either using people or being used themselves. It wasn't like she hadn't tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. He'd had his chance to end things and chickened out.

What a day it had been. She felt weird as the realization that she'd only been working there for a few days hit her. It felt like weeks already.

Heading home in the rain, with nothing to protect her she sloped off home, not even caring how wet she got. As she slumped down lazily onto her sofa, the minute she was home, she sighed. Never in her life could she remember feeling so tired.

Glancing over at the clock, her eyes lingered on the time; it was only six in the afternoon.

I'll just close my eyes for a second . . . she though, knowing full well that anyone who said that was likely to fall asleep. Moments after she'd thought this, she was already, dreaming. She was standing in the middle of a room and there were four black doors, sharply contrasting with the white walls that seemed to go on forever. It was as light as she imagined heaven would be and she chose the door on the far right, pushing the door open firmly to find two silhouettes intertwined, clearly kissing passionately in the distance. She wanted to look away and hide from the view she had so she ran in the nothingness and once again was faced with the doors.

This time she approached the door on the far left. She opened it tentatively, anxious, but unsure why. Suddenly, she was in a crowd with hundreds of others, but she could see a family of four in the distance; a mother with dark hair, a man with sandy hair and two little girls. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't know why and she turned around and was suddenly behind bars, but still watching the crowd.

Then she saw her mother . . . or at least someone who looked like her from behind; the short, thick dark hair and the Kurain robes. Instantly, Mia began to shout, screaming for her, but she wouldn't turn round and when she made to run after her the bars stood firm. They started to change though, morphing into a shape of a dark figure still obscuring her freedom. At first the figure had no face, it was just a dark shadow, preventing her from reaching her mother, but then it took a shape, just for a second.

She saw the face of Marvin Grossberg, staring down at her through his round spectacles above his bushy moustache.

Stern, but not angrily he began to speak, "You know, there's nothing we can do . . . you can't catch her . . . she's already gone, I'm sorry." the last part of the sentence was spoken slowly and softly, full of sincerity, but she was still distressed. It was his fault she couldn't catch her.

Awaking quickly and suddenly in the same spot on her sofa as before, she felt tears rolling her face. Wiping them away she yawned and stood and dragged herself to her bedroom; it was only ten o'clock, there was still plenty of time to sleep.

But in bed her mind drifted back to the dream.

Now she knew what she had to do tomorrow.

The next day Mia strode purposefully in the direction of Grossberg's office with two names clearly etched into her mind. "Redd White" and "Marvin Grossberg". This was it; one of the reasons she'd become a Lawyer. She knew who to ask, and what to ask about and she couldn't imagine he'd be all that surprised. Surely he'd have recognised her surname when he'd employed her?

Mia may have been there of grim business, but today, she felt pretty good. The twelve hours of sleep had something to do with that she suspected. Her eyes felt bright and she'd woken up early enough to beautify herself completely.

She swallowed and knocked on the door, waited a moment and walked in. Marvin was sitting at his desk and was now looking at Mia confusedly.

"I believe when you knock you are meant to wait for someone to confirm they don't mind you coming in?" he said.

She blushed "Err, so sorry. I momentarily forgot…" Mia nodded, feeling slightly flustered now and looking at the floor.

"Ah well. No harm done. What was it you wanted?"

Geez Mia you'd think you'd have learned to knock properly from the last instance or at least from that dream, or should I say nightmare?, she thought to herself as a picture arose in Mia's mind or Mr. Grossberg in a similar position to Diego's from earlier. Resisting a shudder she looked Marvin straight in the eye and said;

"Well Sir…I was wondering what the name Misty Fey means to you?" Mia asked him assertively. She supposed she ought to be grateful to her subconscious really, after all, it had kind of reminded her why she became a lawyer in the first place.

Grossberg now looked slightly uncomfortable as he shuffled in his seat "I knew you'd come here and ask that sometime. I just wasn't expecting you so soon. Especially after the incident yesterday…I was sorry to hear about that. Truly tragic…" he trailed off into his own thoughts for a moment as Mia stood waiting for him to say something else. Noticing she was still stood up he gestured towards a chair for her to sit in.

"Well sir…what does her name mean to you?" she asked, hoping to pressurize him into answering.

"Misty Fey…is the name of the spirit medium from the DL-6 case. The police were so stumped, they brought her in to summon Gregory Edgeworth who-"

"Edgeworth?" She cut across him, momentarily distracted, "Edgeworth as in the famous prodigy prosecutor? The one with Manfred Vonthingy as his mentor who I faced in court yesterday?".

Grossberg nodded gravely, "Yes, only he was his father. He was shot in an incident a long time ago. It was very tragic, especially for his son, the Edgeworth you know; who saw the whole thing happen.".

"Wow, now wonder Prosecutor Edgeworth turned out that way…he saw his own father being murdered?" she said shocked trying to imagine how upsetting that must have been for him.

"Yes; it may also surprise you to learn that Gregory Edgeworth was a defense attorney." He said raising his eyebrows meaningfully.

Mia; suddenly remembering why she'd come here in the first place answered "Really? But Miles Edgeworth is a prosecutor."

"Can you not see why he would consider a change of carrier; for the future? After all, the man who was accused of murdering his father was never found guilty. Would you be able to defend criminals after that?"

Mia shook her head, realising it was time to get back on topic, "Anyway. What's all this got to do with my Mother?" she asked.

"Well…the police: they were stumped and so they called in a spirit medium to channel his spirit. Gregory seemed unsure of exactly how he was killed and yet still blamed Yanni Yogi; the defendant. A man named Robert Hammond who was Yanni's defense attorney convinced him to plead temporary insanity due to lack of oxygen. He got an acquittal and was set free…"

Realizing where all this was headed she continued for him "…Misty Fey's reputation as a spirit medium was ruined because her testimony didn't stand up in court…She left Kurain Village because she was ashamed…"

Grossberg nodded "I'm very sorry Mia."

"…Are you? Because that's where you come into the story, what part did you play?" Mia asked sniffing, "I have another question for you…What does the name Redd White mean to you?"

The change was immediate as locks and chains sprang across Grossberg and two locks appeared. Mia flinched in shock as she had forgotten the power held in a charged Magatama.

I knew it. I knew he was hiding something…but what? She decided to gather together what she knew so far. When I left Kurain, I had those two names; Redd White and Marvin Grossberg. I know they're the reason that my mother's reputation was ruined and I know that Redd White's profession is to find information to give to the press…and I know Robert Hammond works here and Mr. Grossberg seems to have a huge knowledge of the case. He'd be the perfect person to go to for information…" Suddenly it clicked in her mind as she realized that Grossberg had played a pretty large part in ruining Misty Fey's life.

"Mr. Grossberg, I know Redd Whites profession is to collect information and who better than the audience of the whole affair to ask for information?" Mia said, piling on the pressure.

"Does he?" Grossberg asked nonchalantly, playing it dumb.

"Oh give it up, Sir!" she exclaimed; annoyed by his lack of cooperation, "What did he offer you then?" He looked confused and yet Mia could tell he was acting as his eyes were darting around the room worriedly. She calmed down a little and tried a different approach "Please…Mr. Grossberg, don't I have a right to know why my she's been absent for more than half of my life. Doesn't my sister have a right? She was two when she left, two.

"I'm sorry, Mia . . . and I'm sorry for her too." he said; with a guilty look upon his face.

She nodded and looked away, unsure of exactly what to say to someone who'd played such a part in hurting her family.

He sniffed and looked at her sadly "I just want you to know…If I had known she had children…I would never have sold that information, but when Redd White came to the office that day he asked for me to summarize the case I agreed. I even tried to skirt over your mother's part in the tale but he was interested. It's like he was focusing on it…When I was trying to decide whether to tell him or not I was blinded by the glint of gold. He paid me; and quite handsomely too…I think part of me knew that…err he was going to sell it all the press for more than he paid me but I still told him." He now looked straight into her eyes "I'm so sorry. Words cannot describe how much I regret what I did. Especially now I've met you and I realized what I did not only had a large negative impact onto Misty's life but also yours and your sisters".

Mia was quiet now and had been since his story had begun. It was difficult to remember that had Marvin Grossberg not leaked the information to Redd White he would only have gotten it from someone else.

Clearly worried by Mia's silence began "Listen, Mia…If I could turn back the clock…"

"But you can't!" she yelled out suddenly "Can you? I can't believe you'd trade persons life; because channelling spirits was her life, for riches and material possessions…that makes me sick!"

Mia was so angry. So angry, apparently, she was ignoring the voice in her head telling her to stop yelling at the man who had the potential to fire her. She felt as though she'd stored all of her feelings on this inside for so long. Being strong for herself, for Maya and now finally faced by the man who'd helped to take her mother from her when she'd been only twelve she was feeling upset and betrayed.

"I'm so sorry...I-I was tricked. You don't understand!" Grossberg stuttered.

"And neither do you!" She shouted standing up "You must have had some inkling the information was for the press?" Mia asked, half shouting and half asking.

"I…was weak and gave in…But please, had I known the trouble and hurt I would cause…I'm sorry…" he begged.

Something in his sad eyes triggered off pity in Mia's heart as he seemed to feel genuine regret for what he'd done. She swallowed still not truly subdued after her angry outburst and yet just about managed to say "I know you are…I'm shouldn't have yelled. I guess I forgot myself." She paused and did what she knew she had to do, "I accept your apology," and she did because that was all she could do. The voice of reason reminded her that shouting at a sorry man wouldn't bring her mother back.

Mia could see the torment and suffering that he had clearly had to endure, dreading the day that he would have to admit what he'd done. Despite all this she knew she could not be around him until she'd completely come to terms with it. And so she left the conversation at that, and walked away.