Chapter 3

Well folks tis the penultimate chapter of the fic (the final chapter is written just needs typing up)

Phoenix was on his way to the next destination on his half of the map as the familiar Steel Samurai ringtone sounded out, it took him a few moments to find his phone and answer. "Hello? Edgeworth? Is that you?" he stammered in hope that the prosecutor had found a lead.

"Wright, I've found her..." Phoenix couldn't believe it, there were sounds of movement in the background. "Edgeworth?" He asked but got no answer. "Edgeworth? You still there? What's happened? Where's Trucy?" he panicked.

He then heard the same electronic voice he had heard before. "I caught your friend sniffing round here where he shouldn't be, assume him a hostage too, you now have 24hrs, I suggest you get searching for that evidence." The man then hung up.

Phoenix swore in shock, 'what do I do now?'

He got the train back to the office, "How the hell am I supposed to come up with evidence against someone who is innocent?" he asked aloud to himself.

He had half formulated a plan and knew it was the only way to keep Trucy and Edgeworth safe, but he'd only just got his attorneys badge back.

Looking at the paperwork he had for the Blake case, he had enough material to forge the handwriting of his client but would it be enough and could he do that behind his clients back?

Miles Edgeworth began to come round, head hurting like someone was attacking it with a pneumatic drill.

Wincing slightly he went to move and found himself unable to do so. Glancing round found himself in the same predicament as Trucy, sat upright wrists bound behind a pillar.

Trucy saw him move across from her. "Mr Edgeworth, are you ok?"

"Yes, I believe so" he lied a little to alleviate her worries. "What about you?"

"I'm ok I guess, scared but ok" she said quietly.

The man on watch was at the other end of the warehouse, smoking a cigarette, listening to what sounded like some sports commentary on the radio.

As long as they were quiet, he wouldn't hear them talking. "Is Dad coming?" she asked imploringly.

"I was able to tell him I found you, I'm assuming he can work out where we are."

"How did you find me?" she asked curiously.

"Your father heard the church bells over there" he decided to find out what she knew about the kidnappers. "Have you found out anything about these people?" he inquired.

"Not much, they try and keep quiet around me, I don't recognise them, I'm sure someone else was hear earlier, a woman I think, I couldn't make out what they were saying though."

Checking the watchman was more engrossed in the game than them, Edgeworth tested the bonds trying to wrench free, ignoring the fact that the last time he was in this predicament Kay Faraday had been in stitches at the faces he had pulled. However it was to no avail.

"What's going to happen do you think?" she asked the question that had been playing on her mind since she had ended up in the warehouse.

Edgeworth didn't answer right away, there was a big possibility that once they had got to the end of their usefulness, these people would end them, they had after all seen two of the kidnappers. 'Wright you'd best have a plan' he thought.

Not wanting too much of a silence he thought to try and quell her fears. "Well when your father gives these people what they want, they'll let us go."

"Why do they want that man anyway? What has he done?"

"Nothing, your father proved he was innocent"

Phoenix toyed with calling Blake and explaining what was going on and bringing him in on the plan he had began formulating.

If he got this right, he would find his daughter and old rival/friend, keep Blake from being framed again for something he hadn't done and have the kidnappers arrested. It was a tall order and wasn't guaranteed success but it was the best plan he could come up with.

Going through his options once more, he picked up the phone hoping that he would trust Phoenix enough to go along with his plan, if this worked it would be beneficial to him too.

"Hello?"

"Blake, its Phoenix Wright, would you be able to come to the office, I have something to discuss with you"

"Er yeah, I can be there in an hour, nothing too serious I hope?"

"Well... I'll explain when you get here." he replied uncertainly.

An hour later back at the warehouse, Karls mobile rang. "Hello?"

"Karl, it looks like Wright is finally doing what we've asked, Blake's just gone into his agency." The woman from earlier told him.

"Looks like taking that foppish dandy did the trick!" he smiled.

"You did what? That wasn't part of the plan!"

"He found that place and was on the phone about to tell Wright where we were! So I knocked him out, brought him inside and told Wright he now had 24hrs to scare him off from trying to find us himself!" he told her unwaveringly.

After a moments pause the woman spoke "You did the right thing in the circumstances and yes Blake is right there in the office, I'm keeping watch from the hotel across the road. You need to give him a call soon tell him to be at the alleyway on 7th when he is ready with the evidence." she instructed.

Back at the agency, Blake was sure he had heard Phoenix wrong. "You want me to do what?!" he gasped.

"Just hear me out please" he replied as calmly as he could in the situation. "These people obviously have a grudge against you, whoever they are could be the real perpetrators to the crime you were wrongly arrested for, there are lives at stake here, I promise nothing will happen to you because of this, I just need some fake evidence to show them." he told him looking at him pleadingly.

His phone rang, answering it he found it was the kidnapper calling with instructions and a reminder of what was at stake , not that he needed one, Phoenix decided to put the call on speaker phone to show Blake just how serious they were.

He looked at Phoenix uncertainly. "You swear I wont be rearrested for this?"

"I swear, the police will be informed before the fake evidence is even shown to them" he reassured the shorter man. Blake sighed nervously. "Ok what do I need to do?"